Castle (2009–2016): Season 6, Episode 20 - That '70s Show - full transcript

When construction workers uncover a mobster's body buried in concrete for 35 years, Castle and Beckett must try to talk to a fellow mafioso so stricken with grief that he lives as a recluse in a Seventies time-warp.

Hold it.

What the...

Hey! Somebody call the foreman!

So, breakfast. Divide and conquer?

- I'll make the coffee.
- I'll make the omelets.

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...

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

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 it 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 should have 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.

Yo, so this building
was set to be demolished.

That is, until the salvage crew stripping
the place came across this body.

Buried under concrete, no less.

You got cause of death?

Not till I do a full exam,

but he's probably been here
since they poured the concrete,

back in 1978.

A dead man
from the Carter administration

entombed in cement.

I am intrigued.

Anything else you can tell us
about the victim?

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.

We'll also pull permits

to see if we can
track down who poured this concrete.

I know who the victim is.

What?

A man in his 30s?

With a penchant for pinky 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 30th, 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.

And 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 some place 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.

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 gotta 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 is 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,

and 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, he just gets all confused.

So when you go in to talk to him,
just turn off your cell phones...

Mmm-hmm.

pretend like it's 40 years ago,
and you shouldn't have any problem.

Actually, you will have a problem.

Edith, I'm home!

Hello, Archie!

Whoa!

Look at this place.

Harold, you have guests.

Huh?

Whoa!

Well, this hot momma can be my guest
all night long.

Sir, I'm Detective Beckett,
and this is Mr. Castle.

- Captain.
- Castle.

Well, Captain Castle, I bet you're
showing this little lady the ropes, huh?

Breaking her in, huh?

Well, actually, I'm...

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!

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.

Yeah, 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.

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 I'm risking my life
just talking to you guys?

The people that killed Vince would
do the same to me in a heartbeat.

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.

Lanie's got something at the morgue.

You know what else she's got?

Bodies. Lots of 'em.

Maybe one of 'em looks enough
like Vince Bianchi...

Don't even go there, cupcake.

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.

Snookie, you and Ray have made
quite a name for yourselves

in the anticrime 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 old days of police brutality.

Man, you just don't get it.

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 rub-out.

Not exactly. As near as I can figure,

Vince was shot in the back first,
maybe as he was walking away.

There is 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 wanna 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.

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 30th, 1978?

I speak for my husband,
Louie "The Lip" here,

when I tell you that he had no part
in whacking Vince Bianchi.

And even if he did,
he doesn't remember.

What she said.

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.

Hmm. 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,
he'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 wanna 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.

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!

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?

That means she sure knows
her way around...

Well?

Harold, we kept our end of the bargain.

Was there anything else on him?
Any of his stuff?

A pinky 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.

And how's Harold?

Castle took him home.
We've got him under police protection.

Yo, Beckett, I heard what happened.

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 ID 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've come out of the rear exit
of the morgue. Now watch.

He takes off his mask.

Send this image
to Organized Crime.

Maybe they can ID him.

So nobody in Organized Crime
could tell us who he is?

Well, 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 APB.

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.

The precinct?

Yeah, the precinct.

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 re-dress 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
and bid a fond farewell.

Because by tomorrow, it'll be the '70s.

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 you put her on, please?

Yeah. Martha?

Hey. Castle.

- Richard? Ah.
- Yeah.

- 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!

Twelfth Precinct. Let's boogie.

Come on. Let's go already.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is more like it.

There's the little lady.
Hey, sweet cheeks, you look good...

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?

Uh-oh.

- Harold, we should...
- Whoa.

Is that Sito and Ryan?

I can't believe you talked me into this.

Just play the part, man. I am.
You should, too.

Snookie Watts and Ray Price?

Yeah, that's us, baby. What it is?

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.

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?

Richard, scripts are on your desks.

This is outrageous, Officer.
My behavior was entirely consensual!

Alexis? What are you doing here?

Gram 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 didn't...

Why didn't you wear one of those?

We really do have scripts.

Yeah, but Snookie and Ray don't.

I gotta tell you, I dig how you guys
clean up the streets.

Yeah, well, that's super groovy, Harold,
but how about we talk about Vince?

And who killed him.

First,

what is the scoop on
that guy you busted?

That naked Puerto Rican cat.

What really happened there? Huh?

The naked Puerto Rican cat?

Oh, well, that, um...

We've busted so many naked
Puerto Rican cats that they...

All right, Harold,
here's the lowdown, 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 is 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.

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 gotta talk about Glitterati.

Okay, yeah, what's Glitterati?

The nightclub. You know.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

What is that sound?

Uh, I don't know. What is that? What...

Yeah, Harold,
you were telling us about Glitterati.

Yeah, that... It's a nightclub. Yes.

We know that, but what does
it have to do with who killed Vince?

I don't know.

What do you mean, Harold?

You were just about to tell us.
Come on, lay it on me, brother.

Yeah, I just had it. Glitterati.

Glitterati is the...
Is 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 cell phone rang
and he lost his mojo.

Then help him get it back.

We tried, but all he can remember is

that 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 wanna
take him to a club?

No. No! This has to stop.

After everything we've already done?
Nah, we're too close.

We stop now,
we walk away with nothing.

Detective Beckett!
What the hell is going on here?

- Take him to Glitterati. Go! Go!
- Yeah.

Didn't you say I'd be thanking you?

Maybe just not right away.

Captain Gates, I thought you were
at a terrorism...

It was canceled 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?

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,

And you have nothing to show for it?

Actually, sir, we do.

APB 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.

Now bring in Esposito and Ryan.

Sir, they're not here.

They took Harold to a disco.

I tell you, these clothes, that car,

I feel invincible, man.

Like Ray Price.

Kickin' ass and taking names,
'70s style.

I get it now, baby.

Yeah, good for you.

Wow!

This is out of sight!

Anything coming back to you there,
Harold?

Yeah, about how Glitterati
connects back to Vince?

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?

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 a 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 DA.

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.

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, boogieing 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.

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.

Hey, sorry, buddy.

You wanna see Mr. Russo,
you need to make an appointment.

Oh, no sweat.

Who the... Harold! Harold?

Admit you killed Vince.
Just admit it to me and you won't suffer.

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 he 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 was driving all over the place
looking for him.

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 a...
It was 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.

Then who's this mystery woman?

Did she lure Vince to the club
to be assassinated,

or did 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?

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 hitman.

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.

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.

Marie Russo,

you are under arrest for
conspiracy to commit murder. 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.

That'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 mean...

Oh, but I do.

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.

Doesn't she look stunning in this outfit?

I'm just glad that
it covers more this time.

Oh, Dad!

- What? Mother.
- What?

- 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?

Dig it, man.

The '70s is a cool place to visit,
but I would not wanna live there, bro.

You sure about that, blood?

Oh, Lord have mercy.
Oh, Sookie, Sookie, now. Hey.

Captain Gates,
does this mean all is forgiven?

It means I like to dance, Mr. Castle.

- Hey!
- Perfect.

Cheers.

Oh, Castle, look. Look at Harold.