Hold it.
What the...
Hey! Somebody call the foreman!
So, breakfast... divide and conquer?
I'll make the coffee.
I'll make the omelettes.
And I am going to make your day.
I have the most exciting news.
I just wanted to wait until you were finished doing,
- you know, whatever you were doing in there. - Sleeping?
Uh, what news?
- About your wedding. - Oh.
Um, you've come up with options for flower arrangements.
I have searched high and low
trying to capture the look that is the essence of you.
I give you...
the tunnel of love.
The bride and groom walk to the altar
through the arched passageway festooned with exotic flowers.
Then I found this.
Is that a giant photograph?
Made entirely of flowers?
Yes, except it would be, of course, the two of you,
painstakingly crafted by skilled artisans.
Just... [Shivers]
- But wait, there's more. - Mother.
As much as I appreciate your passion,
and obviously, diligent research,
I just think this is... a little too much.
In terms of expense?
In terms of...
e... everything.
Richard, why do you just dismiss
all of my ideas about your ceremony?
You mean like your ideas of bringing in giant ice sculptures
of Nikki Heat or hiring the Vienna boys' choir
or having The Blue Angels fly overhead?
Richard, I'm simply trying
to bring a little pageantry into your wedding.
But...
seems the only role
you want me to play is that of guest.
Fine. I can do that.
I just asked her to check into flowers and keep it simple.
With her track record, I... I s... should've known better.
Look, she means well, Castle.
She just wants to be a part of this,
so let's find something for her to do...
some kind of a... wedding project.
Yes. You're right,
but something she can't turn into an over-the-top disaster.
- I'll keep thinking. - Yeah, me too.
Esposito: Yo.
So, this building was set to be demolished.
That is, until the salvage crew stripping the place
came across this body.
Ryan: Buried under concrete, no less.
You got a cause of death?
Not till I do a full exam, but he's probably been here
since they poured the concrete back in 1978.
Castle: A dead man from the Carter administration
entombed in cement... I am intrigued.
Anything else you can tell us about the victim?
Lanie: He was maybe early 30s, and a sharp dresser.
Check out that powder-blue suit.
Yeah, straight from the disco era.
And a testament
to the truly indestructible nature of polyester.
We'll check out who owned the building back in '78
- and who owns it now. Esposito: - We'll also pull permits,
see if we can track down who poured this concrete.
[ Exaggerated gasp ]
I know who the victim is.
What?
A man in his 30s
with a penchant for pinkie rings and Panerai watches...
who mysteriously vanished in 1978.
Come on!
Vince Bianchi?
Head of the Bianchi crime family?
And one of the most powerful and feared
mafia dons of his day,
until he disappeared Jimmy Hoffa style.
And for over three decades, he was right here.
We just found Vince Bianchi.
Vince Bianchi,
before he turned into the pile of bones you guys found.
Back then, we were trying to take him off the streets.
Then on July 30, 1978, somebody did it for us.
High-profile case like this,
Gates sure did pick the wrong week
to go to a terrorism seminar.
Detective Boyle,
could one of the other crime families
have had him killed?
It's definitely possible.
"Mickey The Blade" Carcano,
Louie "The Lip" Maneri.
Both wanted to muscle in on Bianchi's territory,
so they had motive.
It's like being transported to a bygone era.
Mickey The Blade. Louie The Lip.
Where are these guys now?
Probably under concrete.
Vince also had rivals inside the Bianchi family.
Were any of these rivals suspects?
Yeah, this guy.
Frank Russo, one of his lieutenants.
He took over the Bianchi family after Vince vanished
and was one of the last people to see him alive.
They had dinner together that night at Gino's restaurant.
The owner snapped this picture of Frank and Vince...
the last known photo of Vince Bianchi.
Frank claimed he drove Vince home and never saw him again.
What do you think really happened?
I think Frank talked Vince into a night on the town,
lured him someplace, and killed him.
But we could never prove it.
Castle, look at the suit
that Vince was wearing at the restaurant.
It's black. It's not powder blue.
So, he did go out after dinner that night.
And Frank Russo was lying.
We need to talk to Frank Russo.
Vince was a good man. God rest.
Now at least he'll get a proper burial.
Yeah, Mr. Russo,
we'd like to revisit the night that he disappeared.
Look, that whole thing was ages ago.
Right, and after it happened,
you took over the Bianchi crime family.
Isn't that true?
I'm legit now. I own several businesses.
Marie: Oh, yeah.
Crumbs the family threw you when they shoved you out the door.
Hey, excuse me for making an honest living
to keep 4,000 square feet over your head!
Yeah, but it's not the penthouse, is it, Frank?
It's not the top floor.
What are you gonna do?
You know, why don't you just walk us through
what happened at Gino's restaurant?
Vince and I broke bread, we shot the breeze.
Vince talked about the future, settling down,
how important it was for a don to be a family man.
After dinner, I dropped him home. That was it.
And you and Vince didn't go out afterwards?
Again with this?
How many times do I got to say it? No.
Then why was he found in a different suit
than the one that he wore at Gino's restaurant?
I have no idea.
If he went out after, it's news to me.
But if he did go out, Harold would've known about it.
Harold?
Harold Leone.
Vince didn't brush his teeth without talking to Harold.
If you ask me, Frank's just pointing at something shiny
so you quit looking at him.
Yeah, well, that's very possible,
but who is Harold Leone?
Vince's advisor, his consigliere.
Like Tom Hagen in "The Godfather."
Yeah, but after Vince went missing,
Harold kind of dropped off the world.
Was he ever a suspect?
No.
But word was he knew things.
So, where can we find him now?
I might have an address in my files.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Hi.
NYPD.
We're looking for Harold Leone.
Is this where he lives?
Uh, I'm Yvonne. I look after Harold.
Well, we'd like to speak with him.
Are you sure about that?
I mean, he's a sweet man deep down,
but he's just a little off.
Off how?
Pathological grieving is what they call it.
Harold's best friend disappeared back in '78,
and Harold, he never got over it.
Never moved on.
It's like he's frozen in time.
That's why he stays home and still owns this car
and makes me wear these dumb-ass clothes.
I'm sorry, are you saying that Harold thinks it's the 1970s?
Yeah.
And anything that happens that bursts that bubble,
oh, he just gets all confused.
So, when you go in to talk to him,
just turn off your cellphones... mm-hmm...
pretend like it's 40 years ago.
You shouldn't have any problem.
Actually, you will have a problem.
Edith, I'm home!
Oh, hello, Archie!
Whoa. Look at this place.
Harold?!
You have guests!
Harold: Huh?
Whoa!
Well, this hot mama could be my guest all night long.
Uh, sir, I'm Detective Beckett, and this is Mr. Castle.
- Captain. - Castle.
Well, Captain Castle,
I bet you're, uh, showing this little lady the ropes, huh?
Breaking her in, huh?
Well, actually, um...
I mean, have you ever seen a cop with an ass that fine?
If this is women's lib, I'm all for it.
Excuse me?
To be fair, you do have a very fine...
never mind.
So, how can I help you, Captain?
Oh.
Uh, well, truth is, we are here about Vince Bianchi.
You found him?
I'm afraid we did.
He was found in a light-blue suit.
We believe he went somewhere
after he left Gino's restaurant the night that he was killed.
Now, we were told he kept you informed about what he did.
You have any idea where he went that night?
Yeah.
And I know who killed him, too.
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Just to be clear,
you're saying you know who killed Vince Bianchi?
What's his name?
That's a dangerous question, sweetheart.
I'm gonna need protection.
I can assign officers to protect you if necessary.
"If necessary"?
Will you tell cupcake here
that... that I'm risking my life just talking to you guys?
The people that killed Vince
will do the same to me in a heartbeat.
I... I think that's really unlikely.
I mean, most of those people aren't even around
after all these years, so...
What do you mean "years"?
Vince... has not been gone for... for years.
No.
I'm sure what detective Beckett meant to say...
This is a trick.
You are trying to trick me into saying things.
Maybe Vince isn't even dead.
No, he most definitely is.
Well, then show me.
If I'm gonna tell you who killed him,
I need to see his face first.
I'm sorry, Harold, but that's impossible.
Why?
If Vince is dead, show me his body!
Harold...
No body, no talkie.
Sir.
By the power vested in me by the NYPD,
I will personally arrange for you to view the deceased.
You are a man of honor, Captain.
Can we speak outside... Captain?
Of course.
Rookies.
"By the power vested in me"?
Castle, what the hell were you doing?
I was trying to stop the meltdown he had
when you stepped out of the '70s.
By promising him a body that we don't have.
He can help us solve an infamous gangland slaying.
Maybe he's delusional.
We already know he's delusional about what year it is.
If we're gonna find out what he knows, he has to trust us.
He needs to see a body. [ Cellphone chimes ]
[ Sighs ]
Lanie's got something at the morgue.
You know what else she's got? Bodies.
Lots of them.
Maybe one of them looks enough like Vince Bianchi.
Don't even go there, cupcake.
[ Tires screech ]
This you checking out who owns that building?
I'm waiting on a call from records.
So I figured I'd study up on the period.
Hmm.
By starting...
with this documentary I found
on these two NYPD badasses from back in the day.
Snookie Watts, Ray Price.
Check out Snookie's move right here.
Man: Snookie, you and Ray
have made quite a name for yourselves
in the anti-crime unit.
Better believe it, baby.
Stopping crime one skell at a time.
Right on, right on.
See, when the bad guys see the ol' Red Rocket here,
they know a serious head cracking is on the way.
So, good ol' days of police brutality.
Man, you just don't get it.
Lanie: So, it looks like our victim was killed
by multiple gunshot wounds.
When I pieced his skull back together,
I found this entry wound from a .38.
One in the noggin.
Classic mafia rubout.
Not exactly.
As near as I can figure,
Vince was shot in the back first,
maybe as he was walking away.
There's an exit wound in his abdomen.
In his abdomen? You got all of that from bones?
I got a little help from this.
When the concrete settled on him,
it formed an almost perfect mold.
We were able to make a cast of the body
which showed the exit wound.
We have a body.
We have a body to show Harold.
This is exactly what we need to get him to talk.
Castle. It's rubber!
He doesn't need to know that.
Couldn't a skilled mortician
apply a little hair and makeup to this,
make it look like a reasonable facsimile of Vince Bianchi?
I've seen them do more with a lot less,
but I don't want to be a part of some crazy plan...
Yeah, you have to, because for this to work,
this place needs to look like the '70s, and so do you.
Ryan: So, Mr. Maneri,
now that Vince Bianchi's death is officially a homicide,
we are re-interviewing all of his former enemies,
including yourself.
Now, is it possible for you to tell me where you were
on July 30, 1978?
I speak for my husband, Louie The Lip here,
when I tell you that he had no part
in whackin' Vince Bianchi.
And even if he did, he doesn't remember.
What she said.
[ Sighs ] What did the doctor tell you?
What are you trying to do? Make me a widow?
You promised the doctor not to do that anymore.
Could you two excuse me for a minute, please? Thanks.
You're gonna put yourself in an early grave.
Man, I'm spinning my wheels on this thing.
Everyone connected to this case is either dead
or looks like Louie The Lip over there.
This guy Harold might be our only shot at solving this thing.
What, the kook who thinks it's the '70s?
No way, bro. I just got us a real lead.
Connected to who owns the building?
Well, sort of.
Turns out that back in the '70s,
the mob had a piece of all the concrete work in the city.
It was divvied up so that different crime families
controlled different parts of town.
Now, the concrete that Vince was found under
was smack-dab in the middle of Carcano territory.
And the Carcanos were Vince's chief rivals back in the day.
Are any of them still alive?
Michael Carcano.
He was head of the family then. He still is today.
Huh.
I'm only here out of respect for Vince Bianchi.
And I'll say now what I said in '78.
It wasn't me who did him.
Really? Because we found him under your concrete.
What, I'm gonna bury a body in my own backyard?
Plus, if I had someone disappear, they'd stay that way.
Well, he did... until a developer
decided to tear down that building.
We know that you wanted in on Vince's territory.
Well, here's something you don't know.
Me and him were in talks to merge the families.
Yeah.
It was a beneficial deal for both sides.
Losing that merger was bad for business,
so why should I want to get rid of him?
Maybe because you wanted the whole pie
instead of just a bigger slice.
If you boys have any more questions,
talk to my attorney.
You know, after this long, the truth is hard to find.
If I was you, I'd quit looking for it.
Sometimes what's in the past should stay there.
[ Scoffs ] Is that a threat?
What do you think?
I look ridiculous!
Ridiculously hot.
Besides, what's a little humiliation
when you can find out who killed Vince Bianchi?
All right, so, where is Vince, huh?
He's in here.
Just hope Lanie did her part.
Whoa!
Oh, she did her part, all right.
Honey, spin around. Show me that caboose.
You keep dreaming, mister.
What is she wearing? I said '70s, not Pam Grier.
The only '70s outfit she had
was her "Foxy Brown" Halloween costume.
Come on, baby.
Once you go white,
nothing else seems right.
I'd rather be dead than end up in your bed, jive turkey.
Okay, that's enough.
- Dr. Parish. - She's a doctor, too.
Whoa, that means she sure knows her way around...
Well?
Beckett: Harold?
We kept our end of the bargain.
Was there anything else on him?
Any of his stuff?
A pinkie ring, a watch...
and this.
It's one of those pressed pennies from Coney Island.
You said that you'd talk to us.
Vince always carried that coin for luck.
Seeing him there... I don't know.
It just hit me that he's really gone.
Harold, we know this is hard.
We need you to help us bring Vince's killer to justice.
Get down! Get down!
Okay. Thanks.
Did this really just happen?
An attempted mob hit in my morgue?
Lanie, it was pure luck that no one got hurt.
How's Harold?
Castle took him home.
We've got him under police protection.
Yo, Beckett. I heard what happ... whoa.
Don't you say another word.
Hey. Looks like our shooter was a pro.
He left by the stairs, and he barred the door.
He had an exit plan.
Any witnesses see him?
Yeah, but he was wearing that mask,
so no one got a good look at his face,
but he might have been sent by Michael Carcano.
Carcano just warned me and Javi off the case. Right, Javi?
I'm sorry. What?
Check the security cameras
outside the building.
If we can I.D. the shooter,
maybe we can tie him to Carcano
or whoever else was behind this.
Nice dress.
Hey, Tory. What do you got?
I was checking traffic cam footage
near the morgue and found this.
Here's our shooter.
It's half a block away.
He must have come out the rear exit of the morgue.
Now watch. He takes off his mask.
[ Computer beeps ]
Send this image to organized crime.
Maybe they can I.D. him.
So, nobody in organized crime could tell us who he is?
No, but look at him.
He's from the same generation as Vince.
Maybe he was even involved in the original hit.
Either way, organized crime
said that our shooter might've been brought from out of town
so that he couldn't be linked back to whoever hired him.
We're circulating the photo, and we already got an A.P.B.
Let's run it past FBI, too.
If he's from out of town, maybe they'll recognize him.
We're already on it, but what we really need
is for your boy Harold to tell us what he knows.
I was like a sitting duck in there.
How could you let this happen?
What kind of a cop are you, anyway?
Harold, we're doing everything we can to bring in the gunman.
This is what I get for being a snitch.
Well, technically, you're not a snitch
because you haven't actually told us anything yet.
Well, they don't know that.
No. They don't.
They figure you're singing like a canary.
Are you trying to make me feel better?
Because this is not helping!
I'm trying to show you you've got nothing to lose
and everything to gain by coming clean.
Tell us who's behind this,
we can go after them and keep you safe!
All right.
I'll tell you everything I know.
Let's go down to the precinct and make it official.
- Precinct? - Yeah.
The precinct.
I'm... I'm gonna feel a little safer
with all those cops around.
Well, why can't we do it here?
Why can't we do it there?
I will tell you why not.
Because the second Harold sets foot in this place,
it will burst his little '70s bubble.
It won't burst his bubble if it... looks like the '70s.
You cannot be suggesting that we redecorate the precinct.
The bare bones of this place will totally work.
We just need to take away the computers
and put back the typewriters.
No! No, absolutely not.
People tried to kill Harold
because he knows who murdered Vince.
This is the only way we can get him to talk to us.
He's the only lead we have.
Captain Gates will never go for it.
Captain Gates isn't here. You're in charge.
And what about all the other cops?
Their clothes are a dead giveaway.
Not if you, as ranking officer,
order them to come to work dressed in 1970s clothing.
What?!
I have opened an account at a costume shop...
at no small expense.
They're gonna help us in our little endeavor
by providing 1970s police uniforms.
Castle...
This will be a minor disruption.
We redress the squad room just long enough
to walk Harold through, let him dig on that '70s vibe,
and then he gives us a statement.
It worked before, it'll work again.
The morgue was one room.
You're talking about an entire '70s makeover.
That is a massive undertaking.
Which is why I've called a specialist... of sorts.
- No. - Yes.
My mother is gonna come help us coordinate...
You're doing this for your mother?
No! Of course not.
A little bit. Yes.
Well, we did say we'd give her a project.
Yeah, for our wedding!
Not for my precinct!
Let's face it.
We cannot let that woman anywhere near our wedding.
But she will love this,
and then we get to solve
the greatest mystery of the disco era,
besides the popularity of disco itself.
It's a win-win.
I highly doubt that.
But I don't see a better option.
You are so doing the right thing,
and trust me, you will thank me.
Now, take a good look around...
bid a fond farewell,
because by tomorrow, it'll be the '70s.
[ Snaps fingers ]
Hey, what is taking so long down there?
Harold is ready to go, and I'm running out of excuses.
This is a total fiasco.
A fiasco named Martha Rodgers?
She's turned this into a huge production.
She's even brought in actors.
She what?!
Would... would you put her on, please?
Yeah. Uh, Martha?
Hey. Castle.
- Richard? - Yeah.
Ah.
Hi, darling.
Actors, mother?
In light of the abysmal talent pool you have here,
yes, I've hired a few actors.
And not only that,
I have written these scripts
so that everybody knows exactly what they're playing.
We don't need scripts.
And we don't need actors to play cops.
We have actual cops!
That is such an ignorant thing to say
and an insult to the craft of acting.
Mother, all we need is to walk Harold through the precinct
and into interrogation.
Richard, I am trying to create an authentic experience here
so that the two of you can crack this case.
Now, is that so wrong?
Okay, Captain, let's get this show on the road.
Did you hear that, mother?
Music to my ears.
All right, everyone! Places, please!
[ '70s-style music plays ]
12th precinct. Let's boogie.
Come on. Let's go already.
[ Engine sputtering ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. This is more like it.
[ Laughs ]
Ah, there's the little lady.
Hey, sweet cheeks, you look...
Stop talking, start walking.
Castle.
If this doesn't work, I'm gonna kill you.
What are you talking about?
It has to work.
Look at this place. It's amazing!
And admit it,
you're having a little bit of fun.
Hey, most of these guys I know.
But who are the old farts?
Castle: Uh-oh.
Uh, Harold, we should...
Whoa. Is that Sito and Ryan?
Can't believe you talked me into this.
Just play the part, man. I am, you should, too.
Snookie Watts and Ray Price.
Oh, yeah, that's us, baby. What it is?
Oh, you guys are legends.
I seen your picture in the papers.
Hey, Harold, what do you say we go take that statement?
I want Snookie and Ray to do it.
I love these guys.
Beckett: Okay, fine.
Snookie, Ray, take Harold to interrogation.
What do you mean "interrogation"?
I'm just gonna talk to these people.
I'm no criminal.
I can't believe you let this chick boss you around.
He can see the entire bullpen from there.
The charade was only supposed to last long enough
to get him to interrogation.
Harold's gonna realize that this is all fake!
- What do we do now? Martha: - Richard.
Scripts are on your desks.
This is outrageous, officer!
My behavior was entirely consensual!
Alexis? What are you doing here?
Gradma asked me to come.
I'm playing a teenage runaway
who hitchhiked her way to the big apple
in search of her dreams.
Wearing that?
Halter tops were big in the '70s.
So were those peasant blouses.
Why... why didn't you wear one of those?
[ Laughs ]
We really do have scripts.
Yeah, but Snookie and Ray don't.
I got to tell you, I dig how you guys clean up the streets.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah, well, that's, um, super groovy, Harold,
but how about we talk about Vince and who killed him?
First...
what is the scoop on that guy you busted?
[ Laughing ] That naked Puerto Rican cat?
[ Laughs ] What really happened there, huh?
The naked Puerto Rican cat?
[ Chuckles ] Uh, that, um...
we busted so many naked Puerto Rican cats that, um...
All right, Harold. Here's the low down, brother.
Yeah, yeah, sure, me and Snookie,
we book around town in the Red Rocket
busting bad guys and hunting stone-cold foxes,
but you are gonna solve the murder of Vince Bianchi,
and that is something more righteous
than we have ever done.
Now, what we want is to hear your story.
Can you dig it?
"Have a seat, Reno."
I'm already seated.
Sorry, that's...
I don't talk to no fuzz... pig.
Well, you're gonna talk to this pig.
This... this fuzz.
Yeah? Why's that, jive turkey?
Because I'm about to make you one sweet-ass deal.
My God, who wrote this?
I did.
I can't do it.
I can't give up my connection, you dig?
I want the name of your pusher, and I want it now!
Okay.
Here it is.
Everything I know.
Uh, me and Vince, we were gonna meet up...
later that night.
When I didn't hear from him, I knew something was wrong.
And you knew who was behind it.
But, to get the whole picture,
we got to talk about Glitterati.
Okay, yeah, what's... what's... what's Glitterati?
The nightclub, you know.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
What is that sound?
Uh, I don't know. What is that? What...
[ Clears throat ]
Yeah, Harold, uh, you were telling us about Glitterati.
Yeah, that... that's a nightclub, yes.
We know that,
but what does it have to do with who killed Vince?
I don't know.
[ Chuckling ] W... what do you mean, Harold?
Uh, you were just about to tell us.
Come on, lay it on me, brother.
Oh.
Yeah, I just had it.
The Glitterati.
Glitterati is the...
it's the key to this whole thing.
I can't remember.
He was this close to giving up the deets on Vince's death,
but then somebody's cellphone rang and he lost his mojo.
Then help him get it back.
We tried, but all he can remember
is it had something to do with a club called Glitterati.
I say me and Espo take him there,
maybe it'll jog his memory.
That was over 30 years ago.
That place probably doesn't even exist anymore.
Actually, it's been through a lot of incarnations,
but guess what... it's back to being a '70s club again.
This could work.
First the morgue,
then the precinct,
and now you guys want to take him to a club?
No. No. This has to stop.
After everything we've already do... unh-unh. We're too close.
[ Elevator bell dings ] We stop now, we walk away with nothing.
Detective Beckett! What the hell is going on here?!
Take him to Glitterati. Go! Go!
Didn't you say I'd be thanking you?
Maybe just not right away. Captain Gates.
I thought you were at a, uh, terrorism sem...
It was cancelled due to a bomb threat.
Which is ironic.
Mr. Castle, what on earth possessed you
to turn my precinct into the set of "Kojak"?!
Oh, or should I address you as... Captain Castle?
[ Chuckles nervously ] Okay, that was so not my idea.
Oh, but the rest of this was?
Sir. In fairness...
And you, detective Beckett,
you know what a high-profile case this is.
How could you allow this circus?
Sir, given his fixation with the '70s,
we figured that this would be an opportunity
to let Harold Leone open up about his knowledge
on Vincent Bianchi's murder.
And did he?
Well...
...no, but...
So, all this mess, this ridiculous display...[ Cellphone chimes ]
...and you have nothing to show for it?
Actually, sir, we do.
A.P.B. just snagged our suspect from the morgue shooting.
He stopped at a tollbooth on the Jersey turnpike.
They're bringing him in now.
A breakthrough achieved by proper police work,
not by pretending it's the '70s!
Until I can decide what disciplinary action to take,
I want the both of you out of my sight,
especially you.
I'm bringing in Esposito and Ryan.
Sir... they're not here.
They took Harold to a... a disco.
[ Tires screech ]
[ Grunts ]
I tell you, these clothes, that car,
I feel invincible, man.
Like Ray Price.
Kicking ass and taking names '70s style.
I get it now, baby.
Yeah, good for you.
[ Disco music plays ]
Whoa!
Wow, this is out of sight! [ Laughs ]
- Anything coming back to you there, Harold? - Huh?
Yeah, about how Glitterati connects back to Vince.
Uh, no, no. No, not yet. Not yet.
Give me a minute. Give me a...
Hey.
Oh, baby, baby!
How you doing, hot stuff?
That's a nice dress. Can I talk you out of it?
[ Laughs ] No?
You throwing a costume party out there?
Well, here's you in your costume
after you tried to kill Harold Leone at the morgue.
That's a guy walking down the street.
That's all I see.
Yeah, well, you seem to be walking down a lot of streets
where homicides happen. Let's see.
Robert Decker...
assault convictions, manslaughter,
a person of interest in six contract killings.
Look, you got no proof.
No witnesses can say I was there.
Including you.
We found your gun
hidden in the door panel of your car.
It's gonna match the bullets fired in the morgue.
I've got you.
Now, why don't you tell me who hired you?
I'll put in a good word with the D.A.
Come on. Who hired you?
Was it Michael Carcano?
I got nothing to say.
What are you, like 60 years old?
So, even another 10 years is gonna be life in prison for you.
I got more friends on the inside
than the outside at this point.
[ Knock on window ]
[ Pounding on window ]
You guys run a real tight ship here.
Castle... what the hell?
I got something.
I was looking at old photos taken at Glitterati in the '70s.
I found three of Vince
on the dance floor boogying his heart out.
Okay, so Vince went to the club. How is that news?
Because these pictures are taken on three different occasions,
and he's always wearing the same thing.
The powder-blue suit.
It's a designated disco outfit.
Vince must've gone to Glitterati the night that he was killed.
It might even be where he was killed
because look who owns the club.
♪ Get up ♪
♪ get up and boogie ♪
Ow!
♪ Get up ♪
[ Cellphone rings ] ♪ get up and boogie ♪
Excuse me one second. Beckett.
Where's Harold?
- He just took off for a second to take a leak. - Find him.
Frank Russo owned the club back then, and he owns it now.
Got it.
♪ Get up ♪
♪ get up and boogie ♪
Whoa. Hey, sorry, buddy.
You want to see Mr. Russo, you need to make an appointment.
Oh, no sweat.
Who the... Harol... Harold?
Admit you killed Vince.
Just admit it to me, and you won't suffer.
[ Gun cocks ] Ryan: Harold!
Drop the weapon, Harold!
Drop it now!
Where is my stuff?
The booking officer made me empty my pockets.
You have bigger problems than your personal effects, Harold,
like assault charges, like lying to the police.
Tell me something.
What year is it?
Don't...
Drop the act, Harold.
Tell me what year it is.
- I know that you know. - Please stop. Please.
What year is it, Harold?
It is the year I need it to be, okay?
When Vince was alive and things were good.
Harold, what makes you think Frank Russo killed Vince?
Vince only ever wore that blue suit to Glitterati.
When you two said that's what he had on, I knew.
What else do you remember about what happened that night?
Before we went to dinner,
Vince told me that he needed to meet up with me later,
that he had something important to tell me.
And then when he didn't show up, I got worried.
I...I was driving all over the place looking for him,
I... I hit all of his old haunts. I even went to Glitterati.
But there was a sign on the door
that said it was closed for a private event.
And when you heard Vince had that suit on?
I figured the private event was Frank killing him.
But I knew I couldn't just go straight at Frank,
not after he tried to whack me.
You were playing us the whole time.
No, no. Not at the beginning.
But when I got shot at... that's when things got real.
It was like, uh... like a bubble popped inside me.
You asked us to bring you to the precinct
hoping you could see what Frank looks like now,
hoping we would lead you right to his doorstep.
Frank needed to pay for what he did to Vince.
I didn't try to whack anybody... not Vince, not Harold, either.
Then who did, Frank?
How the hell would I know?
But if Harold is saying that I took out Vince,
he is way off base.
Well, Vince went to Glitterati that night,
yet you had it closed for an event.
It's your club, Frank.
Are you trying to tell us that you don't know what's going on inside your own club?
What happened that night?
What I'm about to tell you, I never told anybody.
It was Vince.
Vince booked the club that night.
Vince had the private event?
He brought it up to me over dinner,
said he wanted the club to himself that night.
I mean, he was the boss. What was I gonna do, say no?
Vince goes to my club, ends up missing.
If people knew that, they would've thought I killed him,
so I kept my mouth shut about it.
Why would Vince want the club?
He had been talking about settling down, getting married.
I figured he was proposing to some girl.
Plus, when I opened up the next morning,
"Last Dance" was on the turntable.
A romantic favorite back then.
So, what girl?
He didn't talk about her, and I didn't ask.
But I knew he had someone special in his life.
Who's this mystery woman?
Did she lure Vince to the club to be assassinated,
or... some romantic plan of his go horribly awry?
That may be exactly what happened.
I went through Harold's personal effects.
Look at what I found.
Was this the item that you were so worried about, Harold?
Castle: It's from Coney Island. Just like Vince's.
Even has the same date stamped on it.
You carried it with you just like Vince did.
Seeing it at the morgue brought you to tears.
You and Vince were in love.
Yes.
We were.
We tried not to be, but...
And you were going to lose him.
Wait.
You can't be thinking that I killed Vince.
Yeah, we believe that he went to Glitterati
to propose marriage.
He was leaving you for a woman.
Of course he was.
I was the one who told him he had to get married.
It would ruin him if people found out about us.
Being his number two...
was enough for me.
Harold?
If Vince was getting married,
how come no one else knew about it?
It had to be kept hush-hush.
You see, this was more than a marriage.
It was a merger.
Vince was gonna marry Michael Carcano's sister
and unite the two families.
But he never told me that he was gonna propose that night.
Who is Michael Carcano's sister? What's her name?
Frank's not here.
Yeah, actually, we're not looking for Frank, Mrs. Russo.
Would you mind if we came in?
Let's keep this short.
My meditation teacher's on her way.
Okay, so then why don't you tell us
what happened at Glitterati the night that Vince vanished?
- How would I know? - Because you were there.
What are you talking about?
Vince had "Last Dance" playing.
You thought he was going to propose,
to cement, as it were, the union between your two families.
But he couldn't go through with it.
You couldn't handle the rejection.
So, as he left, you shot him in the back,
then again in the face.
You know, because it was personal.
You guys have quite the imagination.
Your brother knew that Vince's murder would trigger a mob war,
so he used his access to concrete
to make Vince disappear.
After that, you hitched your wagon to Frank,
but his tenure as head of the Bianchi family was...
disappointingly brief.
You can't prove any of this.
All you've got is a story. Now get out.
If it is just a story,
then you wouldn't have hired a hit man.
Robert Decker decided that he didn't want to die in prison,
so he rolled on you.
He told us that you paid him to kill Harold
when you found out he was talking to the cops.
Castle: And here's the funny part.
Well, maybe not so funny to you.
Nobody, including Harold, knew you killed Vince.
If you had just left Harold alone,
it would've stayed that way.
Maria Russo...
[ Glass thuds ]
...you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.
[ Handcuffs click ]
Let's go.
I wish Vince had just said yes to her.
Maybe then he'd still be alive.
Well, he had to follow his heart.
It's probably what he wanted to tell you that night.
Isn't that something, knowing he did that for me?
So, how does it feel to be in the 2010s?
Eh, it's okay.
I'm ready to say goodbye to the '70s,
say goodbye to Vince.
Well, then let's do it the right way.
Honor the times along with the man.
Castle, tell me you don't mea...
Oh, but I do.
[ Disco music playing ]
I had no idea you could disco dance!
Oh, Castle, I'm a woman of many hidden talents.
I look forward to discovering every single one.
- Hey, dad. - Oh, sweetie, I'm digging those groovy duds!
[ Laughs ] Doesn't she look stunning in this outfit?
I'm just glad it covers more this time.
Oh, dad.
I... what?
[ Chuckles ] Okay. Mother.
Thank you so much for everything.
Oh.
It was spectacular.
Now that you guys have connected to my vision here,
perhaps we can revisit the flowers?
- No. - No?
♪ People everywhere are... ♪ Dig it, man.
The '70s is a cool place to visit,
but I would not want to live there, bro.
You sure about that, blood?
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I'm dancing ♪ Oh, Lord, have mercy!
Oh, Snookie, Snookie now. Hey!
♪ Music takes you up into the sky ♪
Castle: Captain Gates.
Does this mean all is forgiven?
It means I like to dance, Mr. Castle.
Hey. Oh, perfect.
[ "Last Dance" plays ]
Cheers. ♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪
♪ ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪
Oh, Castle, look. Look at Harold.
♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪
♪ last dance ♪
[ Glasses clink ]
♪ Last chance for love ♪
♪ yes, it's my last chance ♪
♪ for romance ♪
♪ tonight ♪
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