Castle s04e13 Episode Script
An Embarrassment of Bitches
Ladies and gentlemen, the moment is almost upon us.
As world-renowned trainer Francisco Pilar takes one last look at the finalists, only one question remains.
Who will be this year's Best In Show? I'm here in the audience with Reality TV star Kay Cappuccio and her manager and boyfriend-- Reggie Starr.
Kay, when are you and Reggie getting married? - Oh-- - Uh-- Will it happen on the show? I just wanna say hi to all my fans out there and remind them that next month, my new scent hits stores-- Kay Cappuccio's Guilty Pleasure.
Make sure he's guilty of wanting you.
Francisco is ready to reveal his decision.
One.
Two.
Three.
And there you have it, folks.
This year's Sunfare Kennel Best In Show is the one, the only Buttons? You have a friend named Buttons, a human friend? Her mom called her that when she was little, and it stuck.
And now so is she.
Buttons and I bonded over being rejected from Stanford, in fact, we applied to a lot of the same schools, so we were planning to visit a few campuses together this weekend, - make a road trip out of it.
- Ah.
Okay, whoa.
Where are you staying? Who's driving? And who is chaperoning? We were going to take your Ferrari and hook up with some boys we met on craigslist.
- Not cool.
- Honey, don't be such a killjoy.
I'm sure Buttons' mother is going along.
- She is and she's very responsible.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, except when it comes to picking nicknames.
Look, if you want, I could have Mrs.
Dutton stop by to meet you when she picks me up.
Yeah, I think that'd be o-- Her last name is Dutton? Your friend's name is Buttons Dutton? That is unfortunate.
What's so wrong with that? Oh, come on.
It'd be like calling me Rastle or Tassel or No-hassle Castle.
Hey.
No, I was just making a point.
Please don't call me that.
The victim is Francisco Pilar, judge of the dog show.
We found him here in his dressing room.
He still had cash on him, plus his wallet, phone, and a key card of some kind.
Is the cause of death what it looks like? Yep.
Someone put a leash around his neck and pulled.
Do you guys have an estimated time of death? - I put together a window-- - Excuse me? You're doing my job now? I didn't know you went to medical school.
But go ahead, Dr.
Esposito.
Okay.
The last guy to see Francisco alive, uh, left this room at 5:15 to go get him some dinner.
Then Mr.
Greene found him like this 20 minutes later.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Adam Greene.
I'm the Sunfare Show organizer.
Mr.
Greene, how well did you know our victim--Francisco? Uh, Francisco's been our judge for almost two decades.
No one cared about dogs more than he did.
Did he have any family that we could talk to? Royal was his family.
Oh, that's a handsome pooch.
Francisco loved him very much.
The truth is, he got along with dogs a lot better than their owners.
So dog whisperer, check.
People whisperer, not so much.
Did he have any problems with any of the owners? What are you suggesting? Just that he was killed about a half an hour after he gave out Best In Show.
I'll admit, show dog owners can be passionate people, but not to this extent.
Somebody wrapped that leash around his neck.
We'll need a list of the names of all of the contestants, along with anyone that might have had access to this room.
Of course.
Isn't this Francisco Pilar's dog? Yes, that's Royal.
We thought it best to keep him out of the room.
Why is he doing that? He was doing the same thing by the body when we found him.
Maybe some sort of grieving process.
I'll get you that list of names.
Thank you.
So the dog was at the crime scene at the time of the murder.
What do you want us to do, bring him in for questioning? I'm just saying, would man's best friend stand idly by while his master was attacked? And if he did intervene, maybe he got DNA or trace evidence on him that could lead to our killer.
May have a lead of my own.
One of the losing contestants just filed this appeal of Francisco's decision-- a guy named David Hernand.
They said he was so angry that the vein in his forehead was visibly throbbing.
Apparently, dog shows are this guy's whole life.
Was I upset about Francisco's death? Sure.
I was more upset about his choice for Best In Show.
That ribbon belonged to my Max.
Mr.
Hernand, can you account for your whereabouts between 5:15 and 5:35? Yeah, I was right here at my grooming station filing my appeal-- oh, I didn't kill him.
Okay? Given everything he was into, I'd say, he brought it on himself.
And what exactly was he into? Well, rumor has it he was on the take.
Are you saying, he was taking bribes to fix dog shows? Betting on dog shows-- it's a big business.
And he was seen with some pretty shady characters.
People with ties to Vegas.
That's a serious allegation.
Do you have any proof to back it up? You want proof? That's who Francisco selected Best In Show.
Just look at that mutt.
Now back to my Max.
Now the mutt.
That's all the proof I need.
Really? There's big money riding on dog shows? It's actually kind of ingenious.
You know, everyone's got football, basketball, horse racing under a microscope, looking for the slightest hint of impropriety.
Who's looking at dog shows? I'm gonna have Ryan look into it along with Hernand's alibi.
Whatever you're talking about, it can wait.
Ma'am, please tell detective Beckett what you told me? I was backstage after the show when I saw a woman leave Francisco's dressing room.
Can you describe her? Even better.
I took a video with my phone.
She was wearing a hood and sunglasses, but I recognized her instantly.
It was Kay Cappuccio.
The reality television star? Check the time stamp.
Right in the middle of our time-of-death window.
Corrections by Alex1969 Here's what I don't get-- why would Kay Cappuccio want to kill Francisco Pilar? Here's what I don't get-- how does this woman have her own perfume line, an army of paparazzi outside of her apartment, millions of Twitter followers, dozens of magazine covers, all with no discernable talent to account for it? Even more perplexing, why in almost every photo is she posed like this? Oh, guys.
Sorry.
No time for photos.
Okay, maybe just one.
Smile.
Hey, that's not Jason Bateman.
- What? - Oh, no.
Come on! That's getting old.
You two must be the, uh, soft drink people, right? Actually, no.
We are NYPD.
We're here to speak with Kay Cappuccio.
Oh, my bad.
Why don't you just grab a squat right over there? Excuse me? Phoebe will bring you a goji berry juice.
You know what? I think I have a better idea.
Everybody, take five.
Whoa.
Hold on a second.
Kay Cappuccio doesn't have five to spare.
How about 15 to 20? And that goji berry juice sounds delightful.
Sure, I knew Francisco.
I hired him to do two weeks of behavior training with my dog.
Our show's gonna start shooting again soon, and Lolita has some minor aggression issues I wanted taken care of.
This little charmer? I find it hard to believe-- I assume you asked for your money back.
I never paid him.
He brought her back yesterday morning after just a few days, said he didn't want to work with me.
So are we done here? 'Cause I have fittings, a couple of endorsement meetings, like three red carpets I have to show up at-- And I've got a witness that places you at the murder scene, so sit down.
Sure.
Now why did you go to see Francisco after the dog show last night? I wanted an explanation as to why he wouldn't train Lolita.
And what did he tell you? I would so much rather not go into it.
We've got a video of you leaving Francisco's dressing room right around the time of the murder.
So not going into it is not an option.
Fine.
We didn't talk about anything, because he was already dead.
- You found the body? - Yeah.
And you didn't call 9-1-1? No, I did as soon as I got into the limo.
No harm, no foul, right? You fled a crime scene.
All right.
Have you heard the phrase "there's no such thing as bad press"? Having your picture taken with a dead guy is the exception.
I have to be so careful with my image.
My image is all that I have.
Yeah.
No, we were just talking about that.
Ms.
Cappuccio, when Francisco brought your dog back, was he acting unusual at all? Oh, I didn't see him.
He showed up in the middle of my I was here, so I took Lolita.
But you're right.
The guy was acting weird.
He kept saying, "who is she working for? I know she's working for somebody.
" He seemed really paranoid.
Do you have any idea what he was talking about? No clue.
That's why I went to go talk with him.
Okay.
Well, I guess, then, we are done for now.
Just, uh, stay available for questioning.
Oh, my God.
Like I'm gonna go anywhere? I can't take one step without a million people taking my picture.
Well, it's no mystery why someone wouldn't want to be in business with Kay.
But why did Francisco think that she was working for someone? Especially since her whole life is about not working.
And what made him so paranoid about her? Maybe he had something to hide.
Looks like there might be some truth to those rumors that the fix was in.
Yeah, I've been going through Francisco's financials.
He made a bunch of cash deposits over the last year-- So we went back and looked at the last few shows he judged.
Our boy had a thing for long shots.
The line at Vegas on yesterday's Sunfare winner was 50 to 1.
A real underdog.
Well, what doesn't make any sense is, if he was taking the bribes, why would they kill him? Maybe he wanted out or more money.
His calendar said he had weekly appointments with a therapist-- a Dr.
Patty Barker.
They had a session the day he died.
Maybe she can fill in some gaps.
- Okay, let's bring her in.
- Mm-hmm.
Brought you guys a little visitor.
Oh, look who it is.
It's Royal.
Look at you.
You're adorable.
Okay, adorable.
We swabbed his mouth for human DNA, but I don't have high hopes.
Even if there were some, all that slobbering-- it's probably long gone.
Hey, what are we gonna do with Royal? I mean, Francisco didn't have any family.
I didn't have the heart to call Animal Control.
Jenny's friend runs a rescue.
Or we could keep him here at the precinct.
I mean, we could use a mascot.
I thought that's what you were.
That--what's that? What's that, buddy? Esposito's sense of humor fell down a well and can't get out? Please.
Okay, fine, but only until we find him a suitable home.
Then you better find out what kind of food he eats, because he's not touching the stuff I put out.
Well, there's gotta be some food for him at Francisco's place.
- Who wants to make a run for it? - To go get dog food? - Castle.
- Ryan.
Esposito.
Well shall we settle this like men? All right.
Two outta three? Snip.
Oh, he's been my patient for years.
I see him whenever his travel allows for it.
Dr.
Barker, what kind of issues was he dealing with? Did he ever exhibit signs of paranoia? No.
The occasional bout of depression, which then led to low self-esteem, which led to binge eating, uh An eating problem? You wouldn't know it to look at him.
Oh, his diet was horrible.
Oh, scraps from the garbage, dead birds, even his own feces.
We're not talking about Francisco here, are we? Oh, y-you thought I was Francisco's therapist? H-heavens no, no.
My patient is Royal.
Well, I am a canine therapist.
Be pretty crazy for me to treat people.
People? That would be crazy.
Uh, Dr.
Bark-- Mrs.
Barker, how did Francisco seem to you at Royal's last appointment? Well, actually, he canceled it.
Did he say why? Just that something had come up and he had to be somewhere in a hurry.
Okay, that's actually helpful.
Well um, thank you.
We'll contact you if we need anything further.
How-- how is Royal doing? Is it true that he was at the crime scene, that he witnessed the murder? We think so, yes.
There may be things he saw, things he's trying to communicate about the crime.
If you let me see him, I can try to find out what he knows.
You know, Francisco had a lot of faith in her.
Might be worth a few minutes.
Of your time, sure.
I'll get him.
Beckett.
Found enough dog food to keep Royal fat and happy for a while.
Found something else tasty, too-- electronic bug sweeper.
- Looks new.
- To detect - eavesdropping devices? - Mm-hmm.
Paranoia or not, Francisco thought he was under surveillance.
Okay, so Francisco was worried that he was being bugged.
And then yesterday, somewhere around 11:00 AM, he runs off, right around the time that Kay's assistant said that he started acting paranoid.
Then a few hours later, he's murdered.
So then where the hell did he go? You know, we've got Francisco's cell phone in evidence.
If the GPS was turned on, it might tell us exactly where he went.
Yes, that's right.
I know.
Oh.
I know you are.
Oh, the poor thing is just traumatized.
How was he when you found him? Uh, they said that he was pawing at the ground.
Uh, the man from Sunfare said that was a sign of bereavement? Royal, Royal, look at what I'm doing.
That's right.
I-I know it is.
He was trying to tell you something, something important.
Really? You can tell all that from Royal, look at me.
I know.
I know you're hurt.
You're confused.
You're dealing with abandonment issues.
There's a lot to break through here.
This could take some time.
Tell me did Francisco ever observe you during your sessions? No.
He waited outside.
Why? No reason.
According to his phone, this is the place Francisco went yesterday before the dog show.
Maybe it was to meet his gambling contacts.
Couldn't he just do this over the phone? Not if he was being bugged.
- Hey.
- Hmm? Remember what else Francisco had in his pocket? What is this place? It looks like some kind of a kennel.
Yeah, I see the cages.
But where are the Shepherds.
Okay, listen, a friend of mine had one of these.
They smell fear.
So don't flinch.
Whatever you do, don't Run! - Let's go! - Aah! Beckett, go! Move! - Ohh! - Come on! Okay.
Okay.
What the hell are you doing in my warehouse?! Detectives Beckett and Esposito, NYPD.
You got a warrant? Who are you? Jack Patterson.
I work for Francisco Pilar.
Did anyway.
What do you want? We're investigating his murder.
What the hell is this place? Francisco was breeding a new type of designer dog-- the Pilar Retriever.
I managed the operation when he was traveling.
It's a real tragedy.
Guy spends his whole life developing a dog.
He was almost ready to unveil it, too.
How well did you know Francisco? Yeah, did he have a gambling hobby, possibly took some bribes from the wrong people? Francisco didn't have hobbies.
His whole life was his work, and it was honest work.
Yeah, well, the thing is, Francisco made a bunch of major cash deposits into an account.
Let me guess.
Word was leaking out about the Pilar Retriever.
People were stopping Francisco at dog shows, giving him cash just to reserve a pup from the first litter.
Any idea why he rushed over here yesterday? Actually, yeah.
He showed up with a bug detector and started sweeping the place.
Why would anyone want to put a kennel under surveillance? I don't know.
Well, his breeding and training methods were closely guarded secrets, and the Pilar Retriever was making his competitors very nervous.
Anyone specific? It sounded crazy at the time, but he thought one of his dog training clients was in business with someone who was trying to infiltrate our operation.
And did he tell you which client? Kay Cappuccio? Why would she steal Francisco's secrets? Well, we don't know for sure that she did.
In fact, we don't know that he was actually bugged by anyone.
Well, we do now.
Francisco's sweeper has a memory, and it tripped to a listening device yesterday morning.
The same time he confronted Kay's people and asked who she was working for.
This can't be a coincidence.
It all happened on the same day he was killed.
You know, I got a feeling that Kay Cappuccio knows a lot more than she's letting on.
We're gonna have to talk to her again.
And this time she's coming to us.
Right this way, Ms.
Cappuccio.
Just her.
I don't really watch reality television, Ms.
Cappuccio.
Would you like to know why? You want kisses? Kisses.
Because I usually find that it's not all that real.
And I don't like things or people who present fiction as truth.
In fact, I find it to be a waste of time.
Okay, is this why you brought me down here, to insult my show? This isn't about your show.
I want to know what really happened with Francisco.
This time, the truth.
I told you the truth.
Well, according to your assistant, Francisco asked you who you were working for.
What does that mean? I told you, I have no idea.
Really? No idea that he was starting a breeding venture that his competitors were just dying to know about? Tell me, does the phrase "corporate espionage" mean anything to you? No.
No, seriously.
I have no idea what it means.
Could I, uh, see you guys for a second? She set off the sweeper.
What? The bug sweeper was on my desk.
When she walked by, it went off.
You think she's wearing a wire? Dude, look at that outfit.
Where is she gonna put a wire? Well, if I had to be creative, I'd guess-- that's rhetorical.
We went into the tech room to isolate the frequency that the bug was transmitting on, and we found, uh, well Show 'em.
All right.
Oh, sweet baby.
Mommy's gonna get you home so soon.
Boobs? Not just any boobs, her boobs.
It's on the collar.
There's a camera in one of the jewels in the dog's collar.
You said she takes that dog with her wherever she goes? Mm-hmm.
Which means that Francisco probably wasn't the intended target of the surveillance.
Kay Cappuccio is.
I cannot believe that someone has been watching me.
Ms.
Cappuccio, when you say that your dog goes with you everywhere-- Oh, my God.
He could've seen me in the shower.
He could have seen me and Reggie in bed together.
He could've seen me without my makeup.
I feel so violated.
Look, the paparazzi are aggressive, but wiring a dog collar, that's a lot of effort to go through just to get some celebrity video.
Oh, well, I mean, it's not just any celebrity video.
I mean, TMZ's offered, like, a million bucks for the first naked picture of me.
You ask me, that number's on the low side.
You are too sweet.
Thank you.
A million dollars is a pretty powerful incentive.
Yeah.
When did you get that collar? Um, a few weeks ago.
The camera would've had to be installed since then, which would mean they would need access to your dog.
Lolita is barely ever out of my sight.
Only when she goes on her walk or to the groomer's.
Okay, we're gonna need the names of all of those people along with your house staff.
We're gonna want to run background checks on all of them.
Meantime, we should keep the collar-cam active.
We don't want whoever's behind this to know we're on to them.
Right, which means, just go about your regular routine.
Just try to keep your private moments more private.
Look, if Kay was the actual target of the surveillance, what does any of this have to do with Francisco's murder? What if Francisco discovers the collar is rigged, he returns the dog to Kay, but doesn't get a chance to confront her about it at the time, but whoever's monitoring the feed hoping to see her naked hears Kay say that she intends to talk to Francisco after the show? So then they killed him to keep him quiet? Well, this is paparazzi we're talking about.
I could see one of those scum killing for a fat paycheck.
So if we find whoever bugged that collar, then we might be able to find our killer.
Well, we could go through recent photos of Kay, you know, from tabloids, gossip web sites, and see if she can identify any of them as being from the collar-cam.
And then there might be a trail that leads back to the guilty party.
So we're gonna have to find somebody - to pull all those photos-- - I'll do it.
Got a little case of, uh, puppy love there, Esposito? You do realize that she's got a serious boyfriend, right? Who Reggie? He was a back-up dancer in a fitness video.
I mean, I don't even know what she's doing with that knucklehead.
No.
Aw.
Looks like Esposito isn't the only frustrated dog in the precinct.
Who closed him up in there? Oh, he needed to take a nap, but he can't stay there overnight.
I could take him home with me.
Alexis is gone for the weekend, and I could use the company.
Or I could take him home.
I mean, I've been thinking about getting a dog.
This might be a great chance at a trial run.
Oh.
Yeah.
All right.
Then I guess you can take him.
I mean, I-- I mean, I don't--I don't want you to feel lonely.
I could flip you for it.
No roshambo? Well, I mean, that would put you at an unfair disadvantage.
I'm pretty good-- - Oh, come on, Castle.
Let's go.
- All right.
Just so you know, there's strategies in this game that, uh - Two out of three? - Mm-hmm.
Three out of five? Sure.
You know, there is another way that we can go about this.
Castle, you were supposed to be here over an hour ago.
It's called "shared" custody, not "show up when you want" custody.
Yeah, I thought I had everything together, but at the last minute, I could not find Mr.
Squeaky.
So don't worry about feeding him.
I had a rib eye I couldn't finish.
You fed him a steak? Yeah.
Don't worry.
We worked it off.
He played, uh, fetch in the hall, and then we watched some "Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
" Boy, this guy-- this guy is a snuggler.
And I bet you let him sit on your couch, didn't you? Um No, it's okay.
You can be the fun one.
I'll just be the bad guy, because there is no way that you are shedding all over my couch.
Oh, no.
He's perfectly happy right there.
Oh, and he loves it when you rub him right between the eyes.
Just little circles with your thumb, just like this.
Not too hard, just - Castle-- - Yeah, there's you get it.
Yeah.
Um, all right.
You guys have fun.
Don't miss me too much.
The dog, not you.
Okay, come on.
Right here.
Come on.
Right here.
Come on.
You're so cute.
I never thought I would say this, but I am so sick of looking at myself right now.
I can't even imagine how you must feel.
Don't worry about me.
What about that one? Um, that is what I wore on Thursday.
So that means Lolita was off at the groomer's, so, no.
The collar couldn't have taken this picture.
I can't believe you can identify what day of the year it is just from what you're wearing.
And people say I'm talentless.
Don't listen to those haters.
How many of them can say they got their own cosmetics line, huh? How about this one? No.
God.
I remember that day.
There was this creep photographer hidden down between two cars.
This is depressing.
Don't worry.
We'll catch the guy.
No, I mean, my life.
It's shopping and partying and more shopping.
And it is bad enough that people fight to take pictures of me doing all this dumb stuff, but do you really think that Francisco was murdered because of it? Well, if he was, it doesn't make it your fault.
Did he have a family? No.
It was just him and his dog.
Oh, well, I guess we weren't so different then.
What are you talking about? You, uh, well, you have Reggie, Phoebe, all your friends.
Look at all these pictures.
You're never alone.
Pictures can be really deceiving.
Wait.
- This one.
- This one? It's from a high angle.
No, no, this is from last week.
This is the day that Lolita got off her leash, and she climbed up this hill, and this would've been her exact vantage point.
Now all I gotta do is call "Celebrity Report," and they oughta lead me right to Marcus Hiatt.
All the pictures IDed from the collar-cam can be traced back to him.
He was outside Kay's place with the rest of the paparazzi.
The guy's a full-on stalkerazzi.
Harassment, trespassing, even B&E-- seems like there's nothing this guy won't do to get that big-money shot.
And we know he had opportunity for the murder because he was issued credentials to that dog show.
Wonder where he might be now.
Who is your cable service provider? Because I do not get this channel.
Come here.
You recognize your work, Marcus? Kay Cappuccio did, and so did that scandal rag you sold it to.
How'd you get access to the dog? Did you pay someone off? You guys are way off base here, all right? Look, it's not what you think.
No? 'Cause I think you knew that if Francisco told Kay about the collar, she'd go straight to the FBI.
And you saw your whole world crashing down around you.
I did not kill that Francisco guy.
And I didn't even wire that dog collar either.
Marcus, we just caught you - watching the feed.
- Who's a good boy, huh? - Who's a good boy? Is Marcus a good boy? - Look, all right No, he's not a good boy.
He's a bad boy.
Her cell phone, maybe, uh, find some nude pictures of her or something.
But then outta nowhere, I pick up that video feed-- Kay Cappuccio dropping her bathrobe and jumping in to the shower.
Look, I know they say she's got no talent, but let me tell you something, brother, that girl's got more talent than a-- Hey! Watch your mouth.
Do you actually expect us to believe that you accidentally came across that feed? Look, I didn't know where it was coming from, and really, I didn't care.
I was sitting on a gold mine, only I didn't have the equipment to record it at first.
So I scrambled to get it set up, but later that day, they shipped the dog off to that damn trainer.
Well, that's a great story, Marcus.
Look.
If you want to find who killed him, find who he's doing business with.
And I'm not talking about his dog training business either.
Then what are you talking about? I drove back there to check on the signal, all right? Thought maybe I could find out when the dog was going back to Kay.
The things I heard that Francisco guy talking about? Yeah, he was into some sketchy stuff.
Really, bro? You're gonna sit here and call someone else sketchy? Listen to what I'm saying, all right? The guy was talking about shipments from Argentina, getting past customs, street values.
Drugs? Yeah, it seems to fit his travel.
In addition to his international trips, made a lot of flights to Boston, New Orleans, Seattle, Long Beach, Miami.
- All port cities.
- Exactly.
The international travel to judge dog shows-- that's a perfect cover.
So our dog trainer is a drug courier.
No wonder he was so paranoid about being bugged.
Then that warehouse that we saw Breeding facility, my ass.
The Pilar Retriever? Pretty good story, right? Hey, I had to get you outta there somehow.
Mr.
Patterson, I don't think you understand how serious this is.
We're in the process of obtaining a warrant.
We're gonna search that warehouse from top to bottom.
And we got a pretty good idea of what we're gonna find in there.
Well, I'll tell you exactly what you'll find-- suitcases with false bottoms for smuggling drugs through customs, about 2 kilos of pure Argentinean heroin, and the best drug-sniffing dogs we've ever had.
My name's not Jack Patterson.
Kenny Weizer.
US Customs agent.
You got any coffee? Um So Francisco was training drug-sniffing dogs? His methods were amazing.
Personally handled deployment wherever we thought the shipment was coming in.
Which explains all that travel to those port cities, and the payments, and the secrecy.
Yeah, sorry about giving you the runaround at the warehouse, but when you're dealing with the cartels, you can't be too careful.
Oh, so that's why you gave us Kay Cappuccio's name, because you thought she bugged Francisco.
Yeah, we couldn't really launch an investigation without tipping our hand to the Vasquez operation.
So I figured, I'd tell you what I know, see where you could get.
Vasquez--that's out of Argentina, right? That's a huge heroin smuggling family.
Agent Weizer, what are Francisco's dogs trained to do when they smell drugs? They paw at the ground.
Why? Because that's what Royal was doing.
So I guess that dog therapist was right.
He was trying to tell us something.
He smelled drugs on our killer.
Well, that makes sense.
The Vasquez cartel had a hell of a lot to gain from Francisco's death.
His program was costing them a fortune in intercepted shipments.
Which is why they wanted eyes and ears on Francisco.
They wanted to figure out how the customs' operation worked.
But once Francisco realized he was under surveillance, they knew he was on to them.
So they got someone to finish him off.
Probably the same person who wired Kay Cappuccio's dog collar.
Whoever wired up that dog collar had to have three things.
One--access to the dog.
Two--knowledge that Francisco would be training that dog.
Three--some connection to the Vasquez cartel.
The intersection of these three circles holds the identity of our killer.
He's doing that thing again.
Yeah, but I don't have any heroin on me, Castle.
Well, why would he react like that unless Beckett, are you wearing perfume? And just for future reference, I am partial to Fracas.
Listen, don't flatter yourself, okay? I just spritzed some of this stuff that Kay sent over in the gift basket.
Why would he react to that? Because the main ingredient is essence of poppy flower.
And heroin is made from morphine, which comes from the opium poppy.
Guys, what if, at the crime scene, he was pawing not at drugs, but at the scent of that perfume.
Yeah, but this perfume hasn't even come out yet.
I mean, who would be wearing it? Only one person.
- Not Kay.
- Well, she was at the crime scene.
Castle, we're not talking about paparazzi and celebrities.
We're dealing with a drug cartel.
Okay, well, let's remember what we're looking for.
One--access to the dog.
Check.
Two--knowledge that Francisco was training the dog.
Check.
Only thing we're missing is a connection to the cartel.
Uh, guys, I think I might have our link.
Kay Cappuccio shot a commercial in Argentina six months ago.
So? Argentina's a big country.
It doesn't mean that she's connected to the Vasquez family.
But this does.
She stayed at the compound of Junior Vasquez, first lieutenant of the cartel.
She's the one.
I just wanna say hi to all my fans out there.
Say hi, Lolita.
And I want to remind you guys that my new scent hits stores next month.
Kay Cappuccio's Guilty Pleasure-- make sure he's guilty of wanting you.
Guilty Pleasure or just guilty? What does this video have to do with anything? This was about 15 minutes before you went backstage to Francisco Pilar's dressing room.
So? So we have reason to suspect that our killer was wearing your perfume.
Well, that's impossible.
It wasn't even out yet.
I'm the only person that had it.
Does she realize she just incriminated herself? I said she was nice.
I didn't say anything about smart.
Customs agent Weizer's on the phone for detective Esposito.
Thanks.
What was that about? I asked him to call me if he found any definitive Kay Cappuccio connection to the Vasquez family.
Hey.
You know when they're gonna be done in there? We got a reporter from "Vanity Fair" coming by the house later.
They're giving her the cover.
I don't know, bro.
But, um, good luck with that.
Esposito.
What's your relationship with Junior Vasquez? Junior? He is such a sweetheart.
Um, they have "Keeping Up With Cappuccio" in Argentina, so he's kind of a big fan.
Do you realize that the Vasquez family is the number one heroin exporter in South America? What? Oh, my God.
You guys, I did not know that.
Excuse me.
Give me a minute, Castle.
This is a nightmare.
Heroin, murder-- I just wish I had never even heard of Francisco.
Kay, how how did you hear about him? Reggie.
He read about him in, like, a magazine or something.
He said he was the best, so he insisted I use him.
So it was Reggie's idea that Lolita go to Francisco for training? Yeah.
Make sure he's guilty of wanting you.
Hi, baby.
Are you sure about this? Positive.
Customs connected Kay to the Vasquez family all right, through Reggie.
Turns out he went to school with one of the Vasquez kids.
He's the connection, not Kay.
Look out! Get him, Royal.
So he confessed to the whole thing.
The Vasquez cartel suspected that Francisco was training dogs for customs.
And then when Kay needed Lolita trained, Reggie steered her towards Francisco and then wired the dog collar.
But Francisco caught on, and Reggie panicked.
He felt he had to protect the cartel.
Yeah, and Reggie wanted to get in good with the cartel.
He knew that his days of mooching off of Kay were almost over, in spite of all the reports that the two of them were getting married.
Whoa, whoa.
You mean the tabloids were wrong? Yeah, and, um, you know, I was wrong about something, too.
Turns out having a mascot in the precinct can be pretty useful.
So I was thinking for tonight, maybe you take him home, and then I'll swing by, pick him up, maybe 9:30? Oh, I don't know, Castle.
I don't know if this whole splitting time thing is good long-term solution.
Well, what then, alternating nights, uh, weekends/weekdays? I-I think it'll just confuse the poor guy.
God knows, he's had enough therapy.
I think he deserves one home.
Oh, I see where this is going.
Uh, no.
No, no roshambo.
You got a better idea? I think we should let Royal decide.
We go to opposite ends of the room, and wherever he goes, that's home.
Let's do it.
Sit, Royal.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Good boy.
Stay there.
Stay there.
All right.
Ready? Ready.
Come here, boy.
- Come over here, Royal.
- Come here, Royal.
Come over here, boy.
Come right here.
- It's a big decision - Royal, who loves you? - But I know you'll make the right one.
- Come on, Royal.
Come on.
My couch is super comfortable.
- Royal, come right over here, baby.
- Come on, buddy.
- You know in your heart.
- Come over here.
Come on, Royal.
- Man's best friend.
- Who's here? Come over here.
Man's.
Looks like he's made his choice, and it's me.
You have such good taste, Royal.
Hi, buddy.
You have every good taste.
- Hi, buddy.
- Are you sure you want to take him? Yeah, maybe we should do two out of three.
Oh, yes, Lolita and I need a big strong man around the house, especially one as loyal as this, right, bud? Royal, you are officially a Cappuccio now.
And you have been so sweet.
Hey, if--you know, I know that the paparazzi can be very vicious sometimes, so if you ever need anything, like, I mean anything at all, you know where to find me.
I just might take you up on that one day.
Well, you know what? I mean, I'm sure it's for the best.
He woulda been lonely at my place.
There's nobody to play with.
Yeah, mine, too.
They do look like they enjoy each other.
Hey, sweetheart.
How was your trip? We had fun.
Miss me? Ah, terribly.
But I did manage to have a good time without you with my new friend Royal the dog.
You got a dog? No, but I was looking after him for a while, but it made me think.
All those times when you were little, how you begged me for a dog, and I refused because-- You said, you'd be the one who'd wind up having to feed it, and it was hard enough remembering to feed me every day.
Yeah, I I don't remember that last part.
It was subtext.
Barely.
Anyway, I want to make it up to you.
I want to get you a dog.
Only question is, what kind of dog do we get? What are we gonna name it? Whose room is it gonna sleep-- Whoa, dad, slow down.
I'm leaving for college soon, remember? You can't have a dog in your dorm room.
Right.
Well, I know.
I'll just take care of him here.
You can come visit him whenever you can.
So this dog you want to get, you know, for me.
This wouldn't be an enticement to come home from college more often, would it? Don't pretend like you're smarter than me.
I taught you subtext, young lady.
Don't worry.
I'll come back and visit so much, you'll be sick of me.
Promise? Yeah.
Someone has to leave food out for you once in a while.
Speaking of, I'm kinda hungry right now.
Kibbles 'n bits? Peanut butter on a spoon? Chinese.
I'd like a sandwich.
- Welcome home.
- Yeah.
Corrections by Alex1969
As world-renowned trainer Francisco Pilar takes one last look at the finalists, only one question remains.
Who will be this year's Best In Show? I'm here in the audience with Reality TV star Kay Cappuccio and her manager and boyfriend-- Reggie Starr.
Kay, when are you and Reggie getting married? - Oh-- - Uh-- Will it happen on the show? I just wanna say hi to all my fans out there and remind them that next month, my new scent hits stores-- Kay Cappuccio's Guilty Pleasure.
Make sure he's guilty of wanting you.
Francisco is ready to reveal his decision.
One.
Two.
Three.
And there you have it, folks.
This year's Sunfare Kennel Best In Show is the one, the only Buttons? You have a friend named Buttons, a human friend? Her mom called her that when she was little, and it stuck.
And now so is she.
Buttons and I bonded over being rejected from Stanford, in fact, we applied to a lot of the same schools, so we were planning to visit a few campuses together this weekend, - make a road trip out of it.
- Ah.
Okay, whoa.
Where are you staying? Who's driving? And who is chaperoning? We were going to take your Ferrari and hook up with some boys we met on craigslist.
- Not cool.
- Honey, don't be such a killjoy.
I'm sure Buttons' mother is going along.
- She is and she's very responsible.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, except when it comes to picking nicknames.
Look, if you want, I could have Mrs.
Dutton stop by to meet you when she picks me up.
Yeah, I think that'd be o-- Her last name is Dutton? Your friend's name is Buttons Dutton? That is unfortunate.
What's so wrong with that? Oh, come on.
It'd be like calling me Rastle or Tassel or No-hassle Castle.
Hey.
No, I was just making a point.
Please don't call me that.
The victim is Francisco Pilar, judge of the dog show.
We found him here in his dressing room.
He still had cash on him, plus his wallet, phone, and a key card of some kind.
Is the cause of death what it looks like? Yep.
Someone put a leash around his neck and pulled.
Do you guys have an estimated time of death? - I put together a window-- - Excuse me? You're doing my job now? I didn't know you went to medical school.
But go ahead, Dr.
Esposito.
Okay.
The last guy to see Francisco alive, uh, left this room at 5:15 to go get him some dinner.
Then Mr.
Greene found him like this 20 minutes later.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Adam Greene.
I'm the Sunfare Show organizer.
Mr.
Greene, how well did you know our victim--Francisco? Uh, Francisco's been our judge for almost two decades.
No one cared about dogs more than he did.
Did he have any family that we could talk to? Royal was his family.
Oh, that's a handsome pooch.
Francisco loved him very much.
The truth is, he got along with dogs a lot better than their owners.
So dog whisperer, check.
People whisperer, not so much.
Did he have any problems with any of the owners? What are you suggesting? Just that he was killed about a half an hour after he gave out Best In Show.
I'll admit, show dog owners can be passionate people, but not to this extent.
Somebody wrapped that leash around his neck.
We'll need a list of the names of all of the contestants, along with anyone that might have had access to this room.
Of course.
Isn't this Francisco Pilar's dog? Yes, that's Royal.
We thought it best to keep him out of the room.
Why is he doing that? He was doing the same thing by the body when we found him.
Maybe some sort of grieving process.
I'll get you that list of names.
Thank you.
So the dog was at the crime scene at the time of the murder.
What do you want us to do, bring him in for questioning? I'm just saying, would man's best friend stand idly by while his master was attacked? And if he did intervene, maybe he got DNA or trace evidence on him that could lead to our killer.
May have a lead of my own.
One of the losing contestants just filed this appeal of Francisco's decision-- a guy named David Hernand.
They said he was so angry that the vein in his forehead was visibly throbbing.
Apparently, dog shows are this guy's whole life.
Was I upset about Francisco's death? Sure.
I was more upset about his choice for Best In Show.
That ribbon belonged to my Max.
Mr.
Hernand, can you account for your whereabouts between 5:15 and 5:35? Yeah, I was right here at my grooming station filing my appeal-- oh, I didn't kill him.
Okay? Given everything he was into, I'd say, he brought it on himself.
And what exactly was he into? Well, rumor has it he was on the take.
Are you saying, he was taking bribes to fix dog shows? Betting on dog shows-- it's a big business.
And he was seen with some pretty shady characters.
People with ties to Vegas.
That's a serious allegation.
Do you have any proof to back it up? You want proof? That's who Francisco selected Best In Show.
Just look at that mutt.
Now back to my Max.
Now the mutt.
That's all the proof I need.
Really? There's big money riding on dog shows? It's actually kind of ingenious.
You know, everyone's got football, basketball, horse racing under a microscope, looking for the slightest hint of impropriety.
Who's looking at dog shows? I'm gonna have Ryan look into it along with Hernand's alibi.
Whatever you're talking about, it can wait.
Ma'am, please tell detective Beckett what you told me? I was backstage after the show when I saw a woman leave Francisco's dressing room.
Can you describe her? Even better.
I took a video with my phone.
She was wearing a hood and sunglasses, but I recognized her instantly.
It was Kay Cappuccio.
The reality television star? Check the time stamp.
Right in the middle of our time-of-death window.
Corrections by Alex1969 Here's what I don't get-- why would Kay Cappuccio want to kill Francisco Pilar? Here's what I don't get-- how does this woman have her own perfume line, an army of paparazzi outside of her apartment, millions of Twitter followers, dozens of magazine covers, all with no discernable talent to account for it? Even more perplexing, why in almost every photo is she posed like this? Oh, guys.
Sorry.
No time for photos.
Okay, maybe just one.
Smile.
Hey, that's not Jason Bateman.
- What? - Oh, no.
Come on! That's getting old.
You two must be the, uh, soft drink people, right? Actually, no.
We are NYPD.
We're here to speak with Kay Cappuccio.
Oh, my bad.
Why don't you just grab a squat right over there? Excuse me? Phoebe will bring you a goji berry juice.
You know what? I think I have a better idea.
Everybody, take five.
Whoa.
Hold on a second.
Kay Cappuccio doesn't have five to spare.
How about 15 to 20? And that goji berry juice sounds delightful.
Sure, I knew Francisco.
I hired him to do two weeks of behavior training with my dog.
Our show's gonna start shooting again soon, and Lolita has some minor aggression issues I wanted taken care of.
This little charmer? I find it hard to believe-- I assume you asked for your money back.
I never paid him.
He brought her back yesterday morning after just a few days, said he didn't want to work with me.
So are we done here? 'Cause I have fittings, a couple of endorsement meetings, like three red carpets I have to show up at-- And I've got a witness that places you at the murder scene, so sit down.
Sure.
Now why did you go to see Francisco after the dog show last night? I wanted an explanation as to why he wouldn't train Lolita.
And what did he tell you? I would so much rather not go into it.
We've got a video of you leaving Francisco's dressing room right around the time of the murder.
So not going into it is not an option.
Fine.
We didn't talk about anything, because he was already dead.
- You found the body? - Yeah.
And you didn't call 9-1-1? No, I did as soon as I got into the limo.
No harm, no foul, right? You fled a crime scene.
All right.
Have you heard the phrase "there's no such thing as bad press"? Having your picture taken with a dead guy is the exception.
I have to be so careful with my image.
My image is all that I have.
Yeah.
No, we were just talking about that.
Ms.
Cappuccio, when Francisco brought your dog back, was he acting unusual at all? Oh, I didn't see him.
He showed up in the middle of my I was here, so I took Lolita.
But you're right.
The guy was acting weird.
He kept saying, "who is she working for? I know she's working for somebody.
" He seemed really paranoid.
Do you have any idea what he was talking about? No clue.
That's why I went to go talk with him.
Okay.
Well, I guess, then, we are done for now.
Just, uh, stay available for questioning.
Oh, my God.
Like I'm gonna go anywhere? I can't take one step without a million people taking my picture.
Well, it's no mystery why someone wouldn't want to be in business with Kay.
But why did Francisco think that she was working for someone? Especially since her whole life is about not working.
And what made him so paranoid about her? Maybe he had something to hide.
Looks like there might be some truth to those rumors that the fix was in.
Yeah, I've been going through Francisco's financials.
He made a bunch of cash deposits over the last year-- So we went back and looked at the last few shows he judged.
Our boy had a thing for long shots.
The line at Vegas on yesterday's Sunfare winner was 50 to 1.
A real underdog.
Well, what doesn't make any sense is, if he was taking the bribes, why would they kill him? Maybe he wanted out or more money.
His calendar said he had weekly appointments with a therapist-- a Dr.
Patty Barker.
They had a session the day he died.
Maybe she can fill in some gaps.
- Okay, let's bring her in.
- Mm-hmm.
Brought you guys a little visitor.
Oh, look who it is.
It's Royal.
Look at you.
You're adorable.
Okay, adorable.
We swabbed his mouth for human DNA, but I don't have high hopes.
Even if there were some, all that slobbering-- it's probably long gone.
Hey, what are we gonna do with Royal? I mean, Francisco didn't have any family.
I didn't have the heart to call Animal Control.
Jenny's friend runs a rescue.
Or we could keep him here at the precinct.
I mean, we could use a mascot.
I thought that's what you were.
That--what's that? What's that, buddy? Esposito's sense of humor fell down a well and can't get out? Please.
Okay, fine, but only until we find him a suitable home.
Then you better find out what kind of food he eats, because he's not touching the stuff I put out.
Well, there's gotta be some food for him at Francisco's place.
- Who wants to make a run for it? - To go get dog food? - Castle.
- Ryan.
Esposito.
Well shall we settle this like men? All right.
Two outta three? Snip.
Oh, he's been my patient for years.
I see him whenever his travel allows for it.
Dr.
Barker, what kind of issues was he dealing with? Did he ever exhibit signs of paranoia? No.
The occasional bout of depression, which then led to low self-esteem, which led to binge eating, uh An eating problem? You wouldn't know it to look at him.
Oh, his diet was horrible.
Oh, scraps from the garbage, dead birds, even his own feces.
We're not talking about Francisco here, are we? Oh, y-you thought I was Francisco's therapist? H-heavens no, no.
My patient is Royal.
Well, I am a canine therapist.
Be pretty crazy for me to treat people.
People? That would be crazy.
Uh, Dr.
Bark-- Mrs.
Barker, how did Francisco seem to you at Royal's last appointment? Well, actually, he canceled it.
Did he say why? Just that something had come up and he had to be somewhere in a hurry.
Okay, that's actually helpful.
Well um, thank you.
We'll contact you if we need anything further.
How-- how is Royal doing? Is it true that he was at the crime scene, that he witnessed the murder? We think so, yes.
There may be things he saw, things he's trying to communicate about the crime.
If you let me see him, I can try to find out what he knows.
You know, Francisco had a lot of faith in her.
Might be worth a few minutes.
Of your time, sure.
I'll get him.
Beckett.
Found enough dog food to keep Royal fat and happy for a while.
Found something else tasty, too-- electronic bug sweeper.
- Looks new.
- To detect - eavesdropping devices? - Mm-hmm.
Paranoia or not, Francisco thought he was under surveillance.
Okay, so Francisco was worried that he was being bugged.
And then yesterday, somewhere around 11:00 AM, he runs off, right around the time that Kay's assistant said that he started acting paranoid.
Then a few hours later, he's murdered.
So then where the hell did he go? You know, we've got Francisco's cell phone in evidence.
If the GPS was turned on, it might tell us exactly where he went.
Yes, that's right.
I know.
Oh.
I know you are.
Oh, the poor thing is just traumatized.
How was he when you found him? Uh, they said that he was pawing at the ground.
Uh, the man from Sunfare said that was a sign of bereavement? Royal, Royal, look at what I'm doing.
That's right.
I-I know it is.
He was trying to tell you something, something important.
Really? You can tell all that from Royal, look at me.
I know.
I know you're hurt.
You're confused.
You're dealing with abandonment issues.
There's a lot to break through here.
This could take some time.
Tell me did Francisco ever observe you during your sessions? No.
He waited outside.
Why? No reason.
According to his phone, this is the place Francisco went yesterday before the dog show.
Maybe it was to meet his gambling contacts.
Couldn't he just do this over the phone? Not if he was being bugged.
- Hey.
- Hmm? Remember what else Francisco had in his pocket? What is this place? It looks like some kind of a kennel.
Yeah, I see the cages.
But where are the Shepherds.
Okay, listen, a friend of mine had one of these.
They smell fear.
So don't flinch.
Whatever you do, don't Run! - Let's go! - Aah! Beckett, go! Move! - Ohh! - Come on! Okay.
Okay.
What the hell are you doing in my warehouse?! Detectives Beckett and Esposito, NYPD.
You got a warrant? Who are you? Jack Patterson.
I work for Francisco Pilar.
Did anyway.
What do you want? We're investigating his murder.
What the hell is this place? Francisco was breeding a new type of designer dog-- the Pilar Retriever.
I managed the operation when he was traveling.
It's a real tragedy.
Guy spends his whole life developing a dog.
He was almost ready to unveil it, too.
How well did you know Francisco? Yeah, did he have a gambling hobby, possibly took some bribes from the wrong people? Francisco didn't have hobbies.
His whole life was his work, and it was honest work.
Yeah, well, the thing is, Francisco made a bunch of major cash deposits into an account.
Let me guess.
Word was leaking out about the Pilar Retriever.
People were stopping Francisco at dog shows, giving him cash just to reserve a pup from the first litter.
Any idea why he rushed over here yesterday? Actually, yeah.
He showed up with a bug detector and started sweeping the place.
Why would anyone want to put a kennel under surveillance? I don't know.
Well, his breeding and training methods were closely guarded secrets, and the Pilar Retriever was making his competitors very nervous.
Anyone specific? It sounded crazy at the time, but he thought one of his dog training clients was in business with someone who was trying to infiltrate our operation.
And did he tell you which client? Kay Cappuccio? Why would she steal Francisco's secrets? Well, we don't know for sure that she did.
In fact, we don't know that he was actually bugged by anyone.
Well, we do now.
Francisco's sweeper has a memory, and it tripped to a listening device yesterday morning.
The same time he confronted Kay's people and asked who she was working for.
This can't be a coincidence.
It all happened on the same day he was killed.
You know, I got a feeling that Kay Cappuccio knows a lot more than she's letting on.
We're gonna have to talk to her again.
And this time she's coming to us.
Right this way, Ms.
Cappuccio.
Just her.
I don't really watch reality television, Ms.
Cappuccio.
Would you like to know why? You want kisses? Kisses.
Because I usually find that it's not all that real.
And I don't like things or people who present fiction as truth.
In fact, I find it to be a waste of time.
Okay, is this why you brought me down here, to insult my show? This isn't about your show.
I want to know what really happened with Francisco.
This time, the truth.
I told you the truth.
Well, according to your assistant, Francisco asked you who you were working for.
What does that mean? I told you, I have no idea.
Really? No idea that he was starting a breeding venture that his competitors were just dying to know about? Tell me, does the phrase "corporate espionage" mean anything to you? No.
No, seriously.
I have no idea what it means.
Could I, uh, see you guys for a second? She set off the sweeper.
What? The bug sweeper was on my desk.
When she walked by, it went off.
You think she's wearing a wire? Dude, look at that outfit.
Where is she gonna put a wire? Well, if I had to be creative, I'd guess-- that's rhetorical.
We went into the tech room to isolate the frequency that the bug was transmitting on, and we found, uh, well Show 'em.
All right.
Oh, sweet baby.
Mommy's gonna get you home so soon.
Boobs? Not just any boobs, her boobs.
It's on the collar.
There's a camera in one of the jewels in the dog's collar.
You said she takes that dog with her wherever she goes? Mm-hmm.
Which means that Francisco probably wasn't the intended target of the surveillance.
Kay Cappuccio is.
I cannot believe that someone has been watching me.
Ms.
Cappuccio, when you say that your dog goes with you everywhere-- Oh, my God.
He could've seen me in the shower.
He could have seen me and Reggie in bed together.
He could've seen me without my makeup.
I feel so violated.
Look, the paparazzi are aggressive, but wiring a dog collar, that's a lot of effort to go through just to get some celebrity video.
Oh, well, I mean, it's not just any celebrity video.
I mean, TMZ's offered, like, a million bucks for the first naked picture of me.
You ask me, that number's on the low side.
You are too sweet.
Thank you.
A million dollars is a pretty powerful incentive.
Yeah.
When did you get that collar? Um, a few weeks ago.
The camera would've had to be installed since then, which would mean they would need access to your dog.
Lolita is barely ever out of my sight.
Only when she goes on her walk or to the groomer's.
Okay, we're gonna need the names of all of those people along with your house staff.
We're gonna want to run background checks on all of them.
Meantime, we should keep the collar-cam active.
We don't want whoever's behind this to know we're on to them.
Right, which means, just go about your regular routine.
Just try to keep your private moments more private.
Look, if Kay was the actual target of the surveillance, what does any of this have to do with Francisco's murder? What if Francisco discovers the collar is rigged, he returns the dog to Kay, but doesn't get a chance to confront her about it at the time, but whoever's monitoring the feed hoping to see her naked hears Kay say that she intends to talk to Francisco after the show? So then they killed him to keep him quiet? Well, this is paparazzi we're talking about.
I could see one of those scum killing for a fat paycheck.
So if we find whoever bugged that collar, then we might be able to find our killer.
Well, we could go through recent photos of Kay, you know, from tabloids, gossip web sites, and see if she can identify any of them as being from the collar-cam.
And then there might be a trail that leads back to the guilty party.
So we're gonna have to find somebody - to pull all those photos-- - I'll do it.
Got a little case of, uh, puppy love there, Esposito? You do realize that she's got a serious boyfriend, right? Who Reggie? He was a back-up dancer in a fitness video.
I mean, I don't even know what she's doing with that knucklehead.
No.
Aw.
Looks like Esposito isn't the only frustrated dog in the precinct.
Who closed him up in there? Oh, he needed to take a nap, but he can't stay there overnight.
I could take him home with me.
Alexis is gone for the weekend, and I could use the company.
Or I could take him home.
I mean, I've been thinking about getting a dog.
This might be a great chance at a trial run.
Oh.
Yeah.
All right.
Then I guess you can take him.
I mean, I-- I mean, I don't--I don't want you to feel lonely.
I could flip you for it.
No roshambo? Well, I mean, that would put you at an unfair disadvantage.
I'm pretty good-- - Oh, come on, Castle.
Let's go.
- All right.
Just so you know, there's strategies in this game that, uh - Two out of three? - Mm-hmm.
Three out of five? Sure.
You know, there is another way that we can go about this.
Castle, you were supposed to be here over an hour ago.
It's called "shared" custody, not "show up when you want" custody.
Yeah, I thought I had everything together, but at the last minute, I could not find Mr.
Squeaky.
So don't worry about feeding him.
I had a rib eye I couldn't finish.
You fed him a steak? Yeah.
Don't worry.
We worked it off.
He played, uh, fetch in the hall, and then we watched some "Beverly Hills Chihuahua.
" Boy, this guy-- this guy is a snuggler.
And I bet you let him sit on your couch, didn't you? Um No, it's okay.
You can be the fun one.
I'll just be the bad guy, because there is no way that you are shedding all over my couch.
Oh, no.
He's perfectly happy right there.
Oh, and he loves it when you rub him right between the eyes.
Just little circles with your thumb, just like this.
Not too hard, just - Castle-- - Yeah, there's you get it.
Yeah.
Um, all right.
You guys have fun.
Don't miss me too much.
The dog, not you.
Okay, come on.
Right here.
Come on.
Right here.
Come on.
You're so cute.
I never thought I would say this, but I am so sick of looking at myself right now.
I can't even imagine how you must feel.
Don't worry about me.
What about that one? Um, that is what I wore on Thursday.
So that means Lolita was off at the groomer's, so, no.
The collar couldn't have taken this picture.
I can't believe you can identify what day of the year it is just from what you're wearing.
And people say I'm talentless.
Don't listen to those haters.
How many of them can say they got their own cosmetics line, huh? How about this one? No.
God.
I remember that day.
There was this creep photographer hidden down between two cars.
This is depressing.
Don't worry.
We'll catch the guy.
No, I mean, my life.
It's shopping and partying and more shopping.
And it is bad enough that people fight to take pictures of me doing all this dumb stuff, but do you really think that Francisco was murdered because of it? Well, if he was, it doesn't make it your fault.
Did he have a family? No.
It was just him and his dog.
Oh, well, I guess we weren't so different then.
What are you talking about? You, uh, well, you have Reggie, Phoebe, all your friends.
Look at all these pictures.
You're never alone.
Pictures can be really deceiving.
Wait.
- This one.
- This one? It's from a high angle.
No, no, this is from last week.
This is the day that Lolita got off her leash, and she climbed up this hill, and this would've been her exact vantage point.
Now all I gotta do is call "Celebrity Report," and they oughta lead me right to Marcus Hiatt.
All the pictures IDed from the collar-cam can be traced back to him.
He was outside Kay's place with the rest of the paparazzi.
The guy's a full-on stalkerazzi.
Harassment, trespassing, even B&E-- seems like there's nothing this guy won't do to get that big-money shot.
And we know he had opportunity for the murder because he was issued credentials to that dog show.
Wonder where he might be now.
Who is your cable service provider? Because I do not get this channel.
Come here.
You recognize your work, Marcus? Kay Cappuccio did, and so did that scandal rag you sold it to.
How'd you get access to the dog? Did you pay someone off? You guys are way off base here, all right? Look, it's not what you think.
No? 'Cause I think you knew that if Francisco told Kay about the collar, she'd go straight to the FBI.
And you saw your whole world crashing down around you.
I did not kill that Francisco guy.
And I didn't even wire that dog collar either.
Marcus, we just caught you - watching the feed.
- Who's a good boy, huh? - Who's a good boy? Is Marcus a good boy? - Look, all right No, he's not a good boy.
He's a bad boy.
Her cell phone, maybe, uh, find some nude pictures of her or something.
But then outta nowhere, I pick up that video feed-- Kay Cappuccio dropping her bathrobe and jumping in to the shower.
Look, I know they say she's got no talent, but let me tell you something, brother, that girl's got more talent than a-- Hey! Watch your mouth.
Do you actually expect us to believe that you accidentally came across that feed? Look, I didn't know where it was coming from, and really, I didn't care.
I was sitting on a gold mine, only I didn't have the equipment to record it at first.
So I scrambled to get it set up, but later that day, they shipped the dog off to that damn trainer.
Well, that's a great story, Marcus.
Look.
If you want to find who killed him, find who he's doing business with.
And I'm not talking about his dog training business either.
Then what are you talking about? I drove back there to check on the signal, all right? Thought maybe I could find out when the dog was going back to Kay.
The things I heard that Francisco guy talking about? Yeah, he was into some sketchy stuff.
Really, bro? You're gonna sit here and call someone else sketchy? Listen to what I'm saying, all right? The guy was talking about shipments from Argentina, getting past customs, street values.
Drugs? Yeah, it seems to fit his travel.
In addition to his international trips, made a lot of flights to Boston, New Orleans, Seattle, Long Beach, Miami.
- All port cities.
- Exactly.
The international travel to judge dog shows-- that's a perfect cover.
So our dog trainer is a drug courier.
No wonder he was so paranoid about being bugged.
Then that warehouse that we saw Breeding facility, my ass.
The Pilar Retriever? Pretty good story, right? Hey, I had to get you outta there somehow.
Mr.
Patterson, I don't think you understand how serious this is.
We're in the process of obtaining a warrant.
We're gonna search that warehouse from top to bottom.
And we got a pretty good idea of what we're gonna find in there.
Well, I'll tell you exactly what you'll find-- suitcases with false bottoms for smuggling drugs through customs, about 2 kilos of pure Argentinean heroin, and the best drug-sniffing dogs we've ever had.
My name's not Jack Patterson.
Kenny Weizer.
US Customs agent.
You got any coffee? Um So Francisco was training drug-sniffing dogs? His methods were amazing.
Personally handled deployment wherever we thought the shipment was coming in.
Which explains all that travel to those port cities, and the payments, and the secrecy.
Yeah, sorry about giving you the runaround at the warehouse, but when you're dealing with the cartels, you can't be too careful.
Oh, so that's why you gave us Kay Cappuccio's name, because you thought she bugged Francisco.
Yeah, we couldn't really launch an investigation without tipping our hand to the Vasquez operation.
So I figured, I'd tell you what I know, see where you could get.
Vasquez--that's out of Argentina, right? That's a huge heroin smuggling family.
Agent Weizer, what are Francisco's dogs trained to do when they smell drugs? They paw at the ground.
Why? Because that's what Royal was doing.
So I guess that dog therapist was right.
He was trying to tell us something.
He smelled drugs on our killer.
Well, that makes sense.
The Vasquez cartel had a hell of a lot to gain from Francisco's death.
His program was costing them a fortune in intercepted shipments.
Which is why they wanted eyes and ears on Francisco.
They wanted to figure out how the customs' operation worked.
But once Francisco realized he was under surveillance, they knew he was on to them.
So they got someone to finish him off.
Probably the same person who wired Kay Cappuccio's dog collar.
Whoever wired up that dog collar had to have three things.
One--access to the dog.
Two--knowledge that Francisco would be training that dog.
Three--some connection to the Vasquez cartel.
The intersection of these three circles holds the identity of our killer.
He's doing that thing again.
Yeah, but I don't have any heroin on me, Castle.
Well, why would he react like that unless Beckett, are you wearing perfume? And just for future reference, I am partial to Fracas.
Listen, don't flatter yourself, okay? I just spritzed some of this stuff that Kay sent over in the gift basket.
Why would he react to that? Because the main ingredient is essence of poppy flower.
And heroin is made from morphine, which comes from the opium poppy.
Guys, what if, at the crime scene, he was pawing not at drugs, but at the scent of that perfume.
Yeah, but this perfume hasn't even come out yet.
I mean, who would be wearing it? Only one person.
- Not Kay.
- Well, she was at the crime scene.
Castle, we're not talking about paparazzi and celebrities.
We're dealing with a drug cartel.
Okay, well, let's remember what we're looking for.
One--access to the dog.
Check.
Two--knowledge that Francisco was training the dog.
Check.
Only thing we're missing is a connection to the cartel.
Uh, guys, I think I might have our link.
Kay Cappuccio shot a commercial in Argentina six months ago.
So? Argentina's a big country.
It doesn't mean that she's connected to the Vasquez family.
But this does.
She stayed at the compound of Junior Vasquez, first lieutenant of the cartel.
She's the one.
I just wanna say hi to all my fans out there.
Say hi, Lolita.
And I want to remind you guys that my new scent hits stores next month.
Kay Cappuccio's Guilty Pleasure-- make sure he's guilty of wanting you.
Guilty Pleasure or just guilty? What does this video have to do with anything? This was about 15 minutes before you went backstage to Francisco Pilar's dressing room.
So? So we have reason to suspect that our killer was wearing your perfume.
Well, that's impossible.
It wasn't even out yet.
I'm the only person that had it.
Does she realize she just incriminated herself? I said she was nice.
I didn't say anything about smart.
Customs agent Weizer's on the phone for detective Esposito.
Thanks.
What was that about? I asked him to call me if he found any definitive Kay Cappuccio connection to the Vasquez family.
Hey.
You know when they're gonna be done in there? We got a reporter from "Vanity Fair" coming by the house later.
They're giving her the cover.
I don't know, bro.
But, um, good luck with that.
Esposito.
What's your relationship with Junior Vasquez? Junior? He is such a sweetheart.
Um, they have "Keeping Up With Cappuccio" in Argentina, so he's kind of a big fan.
Do you realize that the Vasquez family is the number one heroin exporter in South America? What? Oh, my God.
You guys, I did not know that.
Excuse me.
Give me a minute, Castle.
This is a nightmare.
Heroin, murder-- I just wish I had never even heard of Francisco.
Kay, how how did you hear about him? Reggie.
He read about him in, like, a magazine or something.
He said he was the best, so he insisted I use him.
So it was Reggie's idea that Lolita go to Francisco for training? Yeah.
Make sure he's guilty of wanting you.
Hi, baby.
Are you sure about this? Positive.
Customs connected Kay to the Vasquez family all right, through Reggie.
Turns out he went to school with one of the Vasquez kids.
He's the connection, not Kay.
Look out! Get him, Royal.
So he confessed to the whole thing.
The Vasquez cartel suspected that Francisco was training dogs for customs.
And then when Kay needed Lolita trained, Reggie steered her towards Francisco and then wired the dog collar.
But Francisco caught on, and Reggie panicked.
He felt he had to protect the cartel.
Yeah, and Reggie wanted to get in good with the cartel.
He knew that his days of mooching off of Kay were almost over, in spite of all the reports that the two of them were getting married.
Whoa, whoa.
You mean the tabloids were wrong? Yeah, and, um, you know, I was wrong about something, too.
Turns out having a mascot in the precinct can be pretty useful.
So I was thinking for tonight, maybe you take him home, and then I'll swing by, pick him up, maybe 9:30? Oh, I don't know, Castle.
I don't know if this whole splitting time thing is good long-term solution.
Well, what then, alternating nights, uh, weekends/weekdays? I-I think it'll just confuse the poor guy.
God knows, he's had enough therapy.
I think he deserves one home.
Oh, I see where this is going.
Uh, no.
No, no roshambo.
You got a better idea? I think we should let Royal decide.
We go to opposite ends of the room, and wherever he goes, that's home.
Let's do it.
Sit, Royal.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Good boy.
Stay there.
Stay there.
All right.
Ready? Ready.
Come here, boy.
- Come over here, Royal.
- Come here, Royal.
Come over here, boy.
Come right here.
- It's a big decision - Royal, who loves you? - But I know you'll make the right one.
- Come on, Royal.
Come on.
My couch is super comfortable.
- Royal, come right over here, baby.
- Come on, buddy.
- You know in your heart.
- Come over here.
Come on, Royal.
- Man's best friend.
- Who's here? Come over here.
Man's.
Looks like he's made his choice, and it's me.
You have such good taste, Royal.
Hi, buddy.
You have every good taste.
- Hi, buddy.
- Are you sure you want to take him? Yeah, maybe we should do two out of three.
Oh, yes, Lolita and I need a big strong man around the house, especially one as loyal as this, right, bud? Royal, you are officially a Cappuccio now.
And you have been so sweet.
Hey, if--you know, I know that the paparazzi can be very vicious sometimes, so if you ever need anything, like, I mean anything at all, you know where to find me.
I just might take you up on that one day.
Well, you know what? I mean, I'm sure it's for the best.
He woulda been lonely at my place.
There's nobody to play with.
Yeah, mine, too.
They do look like they enjoy each other.
Hey, sweetheart.
How was your trip? We had fun.
Miss me? Ah, terribly.
But I did manage to have a good time without you with my new friend Royal the dog.
You got a dog? No, but I was looking after him for a while, but it made me think.
All those times when you were little, how you begged me for a dog, and I refused because-- You said, you'd be the one who'd wind up having to feed it, and it was hard enough remembering to feed me every day.
Yeah, I I don't remember that last part.
It was subtext.
Barely.
Anyway, I want to make it up to you.
I want to get you a dog.
Only question is, what kind of dog do we get? What are we gonna name it? Whose room is it gonna sleep-- Whoa, dad, slow down.
I'm leaving for college soon, remember? You can't have a dog in your dorm room.
Right.
Well, I know.
I'll just take care of him here.
You can come visit him whenever you can.
So this dog you want to get, you know, for me.
This wouldn't be an enticement to come home from college more often, would it? Don't pretend like you're smarter than me.
I taught you subtext, young lady.
Don't worry.
I'll come back and visit so much, you'll be sick of me.
Promise? Yeah.
Someone has to leave food out for you once in a while.
Speaking of, I'm kinda hungry right now.
Kibbles 'n bits? Peanut butter on a spoon? Chinese.
I'd like a sandwich.
- Welcome home.
- Yeah.
Corrections by Alex1969