Castle

Beau Randolph, you're a creep!

You're a loser!

You peddle smut! You're scum!

Your whole life adds up to nothing!

Let me introduce you to the guy

who's the reason we're all here.

Please give it up for my friend

and the founder of "College Girls Gone Crazy" --

Beau Randolph!

Thank you, Troy.

And welcome, all of you, to what I know will be

a night to remember.

So enjoy the music,

the free drinks.

And thank you for being a part

of "College Girls Gone Crazy: Girls Take Manhattan"!

All right. Let's get crazy!

Another drink, Mr. Randolph?

I'm not here to party.

Not tonight.

Maybe next time, then.

I don't think there's gonna be a next time.

Oh, no! No!

Richard, you just ruined my final savasana.

If you are method writing

and playing the role of your murder victim,

could you please die a little bit more quietly?

Thank you.

No, mother, I didn't--

I just--I was...

I was googling... myself

and I found this.

Oh, I didn't know Alexis had a web site.

Neither did I.

It's a vlog. It's a video blog.

Oh, well, that's charming.

No. No, it is not charming.

So tonight Max and I went ice skating

at Rockefeller Center again.

And, yes, I pretended to be unsteady on my skates again.

And, yes, Max caught me as I "fell" again.

That is completely adorable,

and the camera just loves her.

Of course, she gets that from me.

Mother, Alexis is sharing,

with the whole world,

mind you, personal,

intimate details about her life--

where she goes, who she goes with.

This is not safe.

Darling, when did you get to be such a fuddy-duddy?

Believe me, you were far worse in your day.

My day is not today.

That day is not today.

Today is the day of the Internet stalker.

Today is the day for--

Darling, why don't you just answer your phone?

Oh, and it's Beckett.

Maybe she has a nice murder to distract you

from your parental paranoia.

Namaste.

So she video blogs, Castle. So what?

Plenty of people do her age.

Why? Did she post something inappropriate?

No, but that's not the point.

Well, what is the point?

The point is, she's oversharing.

She doesn't realize, whatever she posts on the Internet

is out there forever.

Well, at least be happy that Alexis isn't posting

something like that. "College Girls Gone Crazy"?

Yeah, brought to you by the master of oversharing,

Mr. Beau Randolph.

She...

It's all right to look, Castle.

Look at what?

So it doesn't seem as though Beau Randolph's world

has changed very much since we interviewed him

for that frozen head case.

Except that he's no longer in it.

Beau Randolph is our victim?

He was murdered in the women's bathroom?

Brings new meaning to "College Girls Gone Crazy."

Looks that way.

His body was found in one of the stalls.

Cause of death is strangulation.

Manual or ligature?

Ligature.

Look at these bruises on his neck.

It's from a clasp on a bra.

The murder weapon was found

lying next to him.

I figure that a chick lured him in here

for a little tryst and then choked him out.

Time of death?

Well, he was talking to the bartender around 11:50,

and the body was found in the stall at 11:58 P.M.

Lanie, do you think that

we can get D.N.A. of of the murder weapon?

I already collected samples, but check this out.

This is a 36D Sultura.

Oh, that's high-end.

Definitely. One of these could run you $200, $250.

$250 for a bra?

Oh, but it's okay to spend that on a pair of sneakers, right?

A pair of sneakers is practical.

Okay? They can support your, um...

Eject.

Okay.

The list of shops that sell that can't be that long

so see if you can figure out who purchased it.

Yeah. Hey, so looks like there was a guest list

at the club tonight.

But if you were a guy with 20 bucks in your pocket

and you showed up at the door,

or a pretty girl, you got in.

What about witnesses? Anyone see who Beau was with?

Not yet, but uniforms are taking witness statements

from people here and down at the precinct.

They were shooting for the web site tonight,

so even if no one saw Beau,

chances are someone caught him on video.

Who was in charge of taping?

The video's producer, a guy named Troy Strickland.

But the bigger question is how anyone got to Beau

in the first place.

According to club security, he came with a bodyguard tonight.

Well, that worked out, didn't it?

Okay, Espo, you and Ryan take the bodyguard.

Castle and I will talk to the producer.

So where's the world's worst bodyguard?

Told security to have him meet us near the rope line.

His name is Jones.

This guy?

Yo.

You Jones?

I'm Jones. Scarlet Jones.

Detectives Ryan and Esposito. NYPD.

You were supposed to have eyes on Beau.

So what happened?

Beau told me to wait outside with the car.

When your boss gives you a directive, you follow it.

But it was weird.

Like he didn't want me in there tonight.

So you never saw him again after he went in the club?

I'm afraid not.

Did you see anyone else that seemed suspicious tonight?

Look, I did my threat assessment, okay?

The only one was, uh...

What?

Tiffany. Tiffany Shaw.

Hey, that's that actress. Right?

She does soft-core, cable type of... So I've heard.

That's also Beau's ex-girlfriend.

He tried to dump her two months ago,

but she wouldn't take no for an answer.

He got a restraining order against her,

and that still didn't keep her away.

And she was here tonight?

She tried to get into the club,

and I stopped her at the rope line.

I told her I would call the police

if she didn't walk away, so she did.

Any chance she came back?

Not through me.

But I couldn't cover every door.

Yeah, I've known Tiffany for a long time.

She's a crazy chick,

and definitely obsessed with Beau.

But I didn't see her in the club tonight.

What did you see, if anything?

Uh, just pretty girls and good, clean, all-American fun.

Man, this sucks.

I've been with Beau since the beginning.

I was his first cameraman,

first producer.

We barely knew what we were doing.

Did he have any family?

No, his mom left when he was little.

He never knew his dad.

I think it's what drove him.

You know, this company was the family he never had.

People thought he was this sleaze,

surrounding himself with all these women,

but it's because he was looking for something he couldn't find.

Troy, we're gonna need to see

the footage that you shot tonight.

There might be evidence on it. Troy.

Yeah, whatever you-- whatever you want.

Hey, Gary.

Hey, man.

I got down here as soon as I heard, buddy.

Yeah. It's just so awful.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh, detective Beckett, Mr. Castle,

this is Gary Moore, our C.O.O.

Uh, I'll go get that footage for you.

Look, do you--do you have any idea who did this?

Right now we're looking into Tiffany Shaw.

Is there anyone else that you think