Castle

297 wedding gifts!

It's a minor miracle.

Our final total is below 300.

There. I am done.

500 autographed copies of "Wild Storm."

My pre-wedding signing obligations are finished.

Good. Now sign this.

What's this one?

Final payment for the rooftop venue.

You mean the perfect venue...

a 360-degree view of Manhattan,

the stars above us, the world at our feet.

It's too bad Beckett didn't want to bungee-jump

off the side of the building for our big exit.

Now, that would've been cool.

The tuxes will be in tomorrow evening.

Did you tell Esposito and Ryan?

I did. They will be here to try them on and to collect them.

You are the most adorable best man a groom could hope for.

Ah. Probably the concierge with more gifts.

Ah. Hi, Gerard.

Put them over there with the others. Thank you.

All right. I'm out.

Bye.

Dad! Don't forget the forms for the marriage license!

Those are my case files.

Ask your questions, because I will be pretty much unreachable

for the next three weeks.

Okay.

What are you more excited about, the wedding or the honeymoon?

Three weeks in the Maldives on a private island?

What do you think?

Actually, the only thing I'm not excited about

is having to say my vows in front of all those people.

Oh, you'll be fine.

Just imagine your wedding guests are, uh, murder suspects.

In their underwear.

Or not.

You know, I was so nervous before my wedding

that I ran into a wall and got a black eye.

You're supposed to be a wreck.

You're about to experience

one of the most important days of your life.

I'm so happy for you, Detective.

Hey, guys!

In spite of who you're marrying.

So, who's ready to get her marriage license?

Me... almost. I got to get my bag.

Excellent.

And Alexis wanted me to remind you...

She called, she texted, and she e-mailed.

We will be there.

And we'll bring our black shoes.

Do you have our paperwork?

I do.

I'm just practicing. I...

I do. I got it.

Have fun, guys.

T-minus 72 hours until we are married.

It feels like a dream.

- That's 'cause I'm dreamy. - Oh, shush.

- Next! - Ah.

Here we are.

Mr. Richard Castle and Ms. Katherine Beckett.

That's us.

Proof of divorce?

I... is there something wrong with my documents?

They're in order.

Ms. Beckett, do you have yours?

Pardon me?

Your divorce paperwork.

I'm sorry. There's a mistake.

I've... I've never been married.

Well, according to this, you have.

And it looks like you still are.

I'm married?

To whom?

Rogan O'Leary?!

Well, who is Rogan O'Leary?

A guy she met freshman year at Stanford.

Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

And you married him?

Not really.

Except she did.

The two of them drove to Vegas, had too much to drink,

and thought it would be a riot

to take a cab to a drivethrough wedding chapel.

You didn't.

- She did. - Yeah, I did,

but I never thought that it was for real.

And I broke up with the guy a couple weeks later

after I found out he was a compulsive liar,

degenerate, and a thief.

Yes, but not before you tied the knot.

And here I thought you were a one-and-done kind of girl.

Does your father know about this?

I really am gonna be sick.

And that'll be my lawyer.

You were both over 18.

Regardless of your seriousness or intent at the time,

I'm afraid your wedding at the drive thru of love

was real, legal, and binding.

Okay. We are getting married in three days.

I'm afraid you can't.

Not unless you terminate your first marriage.

We have 300 people coming. Most of them are flying in.

So what are we gonna say to all of them?

Henry, is there anything we can do to make this go away?

It's possible... if there's mutual consent.

I brought a dissolution- of-marriage contract,

and I could expedite it through the city, but...

you'll have to get Mr. O'Leary to sign it, too.

How? It's been 15 years.

I have no idea where he is.

Okay, looks like we found him,

- but, man, is your husband a piece of work. - Mm.

He's not my husband!

Except, legally, he is.

So, what do we know about him?

Well, your boy got around.

He was charged with theft in Austin in '05.

He did time for a D.U.I. in Iowa in '07.

He was arrested for fraud in Kentucky, and...

oh! This is a good one.

He was put in jail

for impersonating an FBI agent in New Orleans.

I must say, given his record,

I'm really surprised you stayed with him all these years.

Do you know where he is now?

Yeah, looks like he settled

in a small town in upstate New York

called Willow Creek about five years ago.

Do you have his contact information?

Texting right now.

The voice-mail for...

Rogan O'Leary.

...is full. Please try again later.

I'm not getting through.

Either the phone rings incessantly

or I get the "voice-mail is full" message.

So, what do you want to do?

I want to get married. What do you want to do?

I want to get married, too.

Okay. Then it's settled.

You'll stay here and keep the wedding on track.

And... you?

I'm gonna go to Willow Creek.

I've got less than three days to find Rogan O'Leary

and get a divorce.

Castle S06E23 - For Better Or Worse May 12, 2014

He's not worth it.

Pardon me?

Sweetie, I've been his neighbor for five years.

He's got a smile that will make your pants fall off.

But trust me... he's trouble.

Do you know where I can find him?

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Excuse me.

Hey. I'm looking for one of your bartenders.

Rogan O'Leary?

Aah!

Come on, Tildy!

Never mind.

Gimme a break!

You want a break? I'll give you a break.

Oh!

What the hell did I do?!

What did you do?! How about what didn't you do?!

I thought you came here to apologize,

to tell me how sorry you are!

But no! All you want is your stuff back?!

It's not even your stuff!

It's our stuff.

And I... I... I need it to make things right.

I'm through!

Now, get out of my bar!

Come on, babe.

You know you don't mean that.

You love me too much.

How's that for love?

Kit Kat?

Is that you?

Hello, Rogan.

So, I see you haven't changed.

Oh.

What? That?

Nah.

Come on, that was just a, uh...

that was just a lovers' quarrel, as they say.

So...

So, Kit Kat, what brings you to Willow Creek, huh?

You walking the nostalgia trail?

Tracking down old flames to discover who you really are?

Uh... no.

Do you remember a trip that we took to Vegas?

I don't know. It's a little fuzzy.

But, uh, most - of my best memories are.

So, when we were there, do you recall

a cab ride and a drive-up chapel?

Nope, but I do recall a dine-and-dash on the strip.