Castle

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...

- 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.

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 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.

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,

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 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.

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?!