(ferry horn blows)
(object rattles)
(splash)
(reel clicking)
You've made your point, andy.
So they closed the machine shop
And turned it into an espresso bar.
That doesn't make you a bad provider.
(clicks)
Look, this is crazy. It's the East River.
The only thing you're gonna catch out here is a cold.
(grunts) ooh.
(clicking)
(gasps) oh, my god.
(keyboard keys clicking)
(footsteps approach)
Can you believe my old grade school shirt still fits?
Oh, like a glove, yes. A shirt, no. (sighs)
You look like the incredible hulk.
Nice, dad. Yeah, that's what you get
When you talk to him while he's writing.
Mm. Well, Gracie's gonna love it.
It'll crack her up when she sees it. Gracie?
Little cutie whose family moved off to--
I want to say kansas? After fifth grade.
She e-mailed me she was coming to town to check out F.I.T,
So I told her she could spend the night. I asked you.
Was I writing?
(sighs) (doorbell buzzes)
"incredible hulk"?
Gracie!
(chuckles)
Look at you, greendale girl.
L-look at you. (laughs)
Hi. Hi.
Uh, you remember gram and my dad.
Sure. Hey. It's been forever. (chuckles)
Thanks again for letting me crash with you guys. Yeah.
So your room in the same place?
Yeah. Same place, same old room.
You know, everything the same. (chuckles) almost.
(laughs)
Looks like someone's not in kansas anymore.
What happened to the little hair band,
The knee socks? Mm.
(cell phone rings)
(clicks open and beeps)
Ah, Beckett. Excellent timing.
She used to be so adorable.
I mean, what makes a girl--
A little girl who used to play hopscotch
And my little ponies--
Suddenly pierce her eyebrow?
It's like she's been assimilated
By the leather overlords.
You're probably romanticizing it.
And is anything ever really
The way that we remember it in grade school? Well, to be honest,
Beyond some baking soda volcanoes
And sweaty palms,
I have very little memory of it at all.
You?
(laughs) mine are mostly orthodontic.
Braces? You mean you weren't born with that dazzling smile?
The only thing dazzling was how long
It took my parents to pay for it.
Body's in pretty good shape for a floater.
Must not have been in the water too long.
Well, if the river's as cold as my nose,
I'd ballpark it within the last 12 hours, at most.
No I.D., but he looks early 40s.
He's got a navy tattoo on his arm
And a nasty crush injury along his temporal line.
Any chance he went overboard?
Classic indicators point to deliberate blunt force,
So I'd say no.
This was no boating accident.
(police radio chatter)
Then we better close the beaches.
"no boating accident"?
Chief brody? Hooper?
Seriously?
I'll, uh, zip his prints over to the precinct for an I.D.,
But for what it's worth, I did find this.
A Gamblers Anonymous medallion.
Four years without a bet.
Ahh. "ahh," what?
The East River, a G.A. chip?
Relapsed gambler gets in too deep with his bookie,
Ends up floating in the drink.
Are you kidding me?
You just went from Gamblers Anonymous to mob hit?
This is the most celebrated body depository
This side of the Jersey wetlands.
Mark my words-- this guy has mob ties.
Case closed. (hands slap)
No mob ties.
Are you sure?
Good work.
According to his fingerprints, his name is Donald Hayes--
Navy veteran, served in Desert Storm,
And he's been a dock worker since '94.
And somehow still employed as one.
Our victim Donny Hayes-- currently clocked in
And on duty at the east side docks. (Castle) which either means
He's an incredibly dedicated zombie...
Or he's a suspect in our murder.
(indistinct conversations)
(Beckett) Donny.
Mr. Hayes.
(raised voice) Donald Hayes.
(indistinct conversations continues)
What's the matter? You forget your own name?
Police. Don't move.
(grunts) ugh!
The man said, "don't move."
(panting) oh. Wait a minute.
You're just cops?
Just cops?
I guess that makes you just under arrest for murder.
(Beckett) first name Grant, last name Vyro.
I didn't kill anybody.
Then why'd you run? I thought you was with union.
Oh, so we're not the only ones who have a problem
With you killing Donny for his union card?
What are you talking about? I bought that card.
Do you really expect us to believe
That you bought Donny's card, assumed his identity,
And thought no one would notice?
Guy spent 16 years working over on the west side.
So I switched to the east side docks
So no one who knew Donny would catch on.
So what does a union card go for nowadays
Since buying someone else's is illegal?
Sucker cost me 25 grand. Oh, come on, Vyro.
Dock workers rake in over six figures a year.
Why would Donny trade it in for so little?
Unless he had a gun to his head,
In which case, it'd be a bargain. There were no guns.
I needed a job. Donny needed cash. For what?
He didn't say, and I didn't care.
(cell phone rings)
(beeps) Beckett.
I was right about the blunt force trauma.
A single blow caved in the ridge here
Along Donny's squamosal suture.
And whatever did the damage was kind enough
To leave this shard of red glass embedded in his skull.
Maybe a heavy vase or a bottle?
I'll have forensics take a look at it,
See if they can find a match.
Based on lividity and water temp,
I've narrowed time of death
To between 4:00 and 6:00 A.M. This morning.
What happened here on the shoulder? Buckshot.
I found several double-ought pellets
Lodged in the flesh of his left arm.
So someone conked him on the head and shot him?
That's where it gets weird. Scarring indicates
The pellets have been there about two to three weeks.
And he just left 'em in there? Well, he certainly didn't seek treatment.
Could've been, he was in something illegal
Or scared of whoever shot him. Or both.
(Ryan) forget Vyro.
His alibi cleared, and we tracked down
His personal check for $25,000,
Endorsed and deposited by Donny last month.
Vyro paid Donny with a check? Not mobby enough for you, Castle?
C.S.U.'s still combing Donny's place,
But no broken red glass, no signs of foul play,
And no next of kin, either. What about the Gamblers Anonymous chip?
Any sponsor? Yeah, but he says he hasn't heard from Donny for months.
So then maybe Castle was right.
If Donny was desperate enough to sell his union card,
Then maybe he fell off the wagon and got in over his head.
Yeah, to the tune of 25 grand.
Yo. Uh, that'd be lowballing it, bro.
Donny's account shows that he deposited Vyro's check
About a month ago, adding it to his existing balance
Of $125,000,
All of which--wait for it--
(clicks button) is now gone.
Gone? All of it?
Except for the remaining balance of $6.23,
All the 150k was spent in one giant check,
Made payable to a Wilbur Pittorino,
Listed here as owning several properties,
As well as a waste management business
In garfield, New Jersey. Oh! Waste management.
Any priors? Yeah.
Back in 1977, Billy Pitt spent 10 years in federal
For assault and racketeering.
And what? Racketeering.
As well as shaking down business owners
Where he operated his, uh, bookmaking operation.
His what now? Bookmaking operation.
Oh, so an ex-gambler
Dumps his life savings on an ex-con ex-bookmaker,
And ends up exed out.
Sounds like Donny was late with his 150 grand for Billy Pitt,
And he ended up paying for it with his life.
I think I just said that.
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You know, you might have gotten a little grayer, Mr. Pitt,
But it seems to me, you haven't changed much at all.
Must be all them Pilates classes.
(papers rustle)
Do you recognize this check?
Of course. It's from Donny Hayes. So?
So I'm wondering if Donny didn't owe you more money,
And you didn't flash back to your old racketeering days. Tap the brakes, sweetie.
Whatever the hell you dragged me down here for,
I wanna tell you right now that I paid my tab with johnny law
A couple of lifetimes ago,
And he's got nothing on me since. (laughs) oh, this guy is gold.
And if you don't believe me, why don't you ask... Donny?
Is this about Donny?
He was found dead in the East River this morning.
Now back to the money. What was it for?
Was it a payment or was it a gift?
A purchase. For?
He bought my bar downtown. He loved the place.
Really? Enough to drop everything
And dump his whole life savings into it?
Kid was practically raised in the joint,
By his grandfather, Leo the Legend.
Leo the Legend? You heard of the guy?
Shh. City's best bartender
Since the days when "gay" meant "happy."
He was the only father Donny knew. And where do I find Leo?
Resting in an old silver shaker behind the bar.
Leo was kind of the bar historian,
And when he kicked in '97,
We figured, hey, why not make him part of it?
Ashes behind the bar.
Which is why Donny decided to buy the--what is it called?
(Billy and Castle) The Old Haunt. The Old Haunt?
Don't tell me you've never been to the Old Haunt.
It's legendary. All the great writers drank there.
We're cops. We go to cop bars. Your loss.
Donny was there every night anyhow.
We were all the family he had.
So what prompted this sudden sale?
I mean, it seemed like Donny had to gather money pretty quickly.
The bar had been weighing down my ledger sheets for years.
I had an offer from one of them T.J. McChucklenuts franchises,
When Brian, my bartender, put together some investors
And made an offer of his own.
I was gonna sell it to him, and then Donny outbid him.
And how did Brian feel when Donny bought the place?
He wasn't thrilled about it,
But at least he wasn't working for T.J. McChucklenuts.
Lanie just swabbed the shard of glass
And found trace amounts of alcohol.
A container of alcoholic beverage,
A resentful bartender...
And given the location of the Old Haunt,
A potential crime scene
Just two blocks away from the river.
Convenient for all your body dumping needs.
So, Castle...
Can I buy you a drink?
Why, detective Beckett, I thought you'd never ask.
(Beckett) so how well do you know this bar, Castle?
Oh, I haven't been here in years. Not since Alexis.
But I wrote most of my first novel in one of these booths.
Oh. Okay, well, that explains a lot.
It sold over three million copies.
No, I mean why you're so excited.
Oh, well, it's loaded with history--
First as a blacksmith, then as a bordello.
It only became a bar during prohibition as a speakeasy,
And it was one of the best.
I swear, I can still feel the vibration
Of every notorious episode of glamour and debauchery
In its walls. Oh, easy, Castle. It's just a bar.
No, no, T.J. McChucklenuts is just a bar.
The Old Haunt is the last of a dying breed
Of proud institutions
Standing up to ruthless gentrification.
It's a classic...
What--what are you doing?
Well, I'm not gonna get much out of Brian
Looking like a cop.
Undercover. I like it.
But you might want to pop one more button, just in case.
(inhales deeply)
(exhales)
(playing up-tempo instrumental song)
This is how a bar should smell. Mm. Yeah. Stale beer.
You know, I'd write in more bars
If there were more bars like this.
(plays spy movie riff)
(chuckles) nice to see you, eddie.
Been a long time. Thank you for remembering.
Come over here. Check out the wall of fame. (playing up-tempo instrumental song)
Who is that handsome devil just two over from Hemingway,
Directly above the infamous booth where
"in a hail of bullets" was born? Oh, my goodness, Castle.
(chuckling) you were so cute back then.
Back then?
(music continues)
(indistinct conversations)
A lot of memories.
That's old Leo, which would make that young Donny.
But I don't see any red bottles.
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Welcome to the Old Haunt, folks.
Uh, is Donny here, by any chance?
Not yet, but he will be, and he won't mind one bit
That you're sitting in his regular spot,
You know, I knew this place felt right for a reason.
I'm Kate. I'm one of his old friends.
And this is Rick.
Brian.
And any old friend of Donny
Is a new friend of mine.
Tell me, Brian, um...
You don't by any chance carry a liqueur--
It's really delicious
And it comes in this red bottle?
Oh!
Yeah, that, uh, red bottle we shared
Down in that little cantina in Tierra del Fuego?
Red, huh?
Uh, let's see.
No red here. Just your standard brown, green, and clear.
Uh, let me check the other end of the bar. Did you see that?
How could I miss it? Can't he see we're together?
Undercover.
No, his reaction... When I mentioned Donny.
I don't think he knows.
Maybe he's just a good liar.
(Brian) ah, no luck.
Maybe I could interest you in a blue vodka?
Oh, no, thank you. Way too early for vodka.
Well, think about it, folks. I'll be back in a sec.
Actually, Brian, we're not really here for a drink.
How could Donny be dead?
I was just with him last night.
What time was that?
4:30 A.M. I locked up on my way out,
And Donny went to do the books in the office, like always.
Are you sure he was alone when you left?
Positive. Man, this is crazy.
That guy was like a brother to me.
Even though he bought the bar out from under you?
You know about that?
I mean, he didn't even offer you to be a partner.
That doesn't sound very brotherly to me.
Hey, any beef I had with Donny was short-lived.
We hashed it out.
So now you're just stealing from him. What?
What? Couldn't help but notice your trick with the fruit, Brian.
You pretend to ring up a drink,
You stuff the money in the till, and you keep track of it
By throwing pieces of fruit into the sink.
Cherries are $10. Limes, what, $20?
At night's end, you tally up your fruit so you know how much
To put into your tip cup before you lock the register.
So what happened, Brian? Donny catch you stealing?
Things get physical? Over an extra 30 or 40 bucks?
That's not even stealing. It's skimming. Donny understood.
The owner understood?
We'd all been family long enough.
Donny knew I had to get creative to make my rent once in a while.
I'd like to see his office. Sure. It's in the basement.
The basement?
I've never seen this.
No one knew it was there until the flood of '98.
Billy Pitt pulled up the old linoleum,
And there it was. (clicks and squeaks)
(latch clanks)
(door clatters)
(Castle) a hidden basement.
How cool is this?
Did I say "cool"?
Make that awesome.
The perfect place for a murder.
No one can hear you scream.
No one can help you carry the body up the stairs either.
Maybe somebody marched Donny at gunpoint
Down to the river, killed him there.
If the killer had a gun, why would he use a bottle?
Don't ruin my story with your logic.
It smells like fresh paint.
(Brian) yeah, Donny had been putting in a lot of work
To fix the place up-- new brass rail,
Refurbished wood on the bar.
(Castle) you find something?
(Beckett sighs)
These are buckshot holes.
(clatters)
(letter opener thuds)
You own a shotgun, Brian?
No. C.S.U.'s gonna comb this place from top to bottom--
Blood, buckshot, broken red glass.
So if you have something to say-- look, if a shotgun was fired down here,
Everybody in the bar would know about it.
Not if it was after hours.
We're talking about two or three weeks ago.
Did Donny have a beef with anyone then? You said two weeks ago?
Uh, yeah.
It was a couple of weeks ago. I was, uh, closing up alone.
I had just done my cash drop down in the basement safe,
And I came up, and some guy was knocking on the door--
Pick-up Pete.
"pick-up Pete"? Big hit with the ladies?
No. He drives a pickup.
Ah. Gun rack?
Yeah. Regular upstate redneck.
Anyway, he said that he dropped his wallet in the booth,
So I let him in.
Next thing you know, he's got his hands all over me.
He's pushing me against the bar. All of a sudden,
The basement door pops open,
And here comes Donny, like Hemingway's ghost.
Guess I missed him down there,
But I'm glad he showed up when he did.
He grabbed a baseball bat, chased Pete out.
He smashed his taillights,
Put a few dents in the pickup for good measure
Before the jackass could drive off.
Donny told me to go home and to forget about it.
He said that Pete was eighty-sixed for life.
That was the last time we talked about it until last night.
And what happened last night? Pete showed up again.
Donny wasn't having any of it. He just threw that trash out.
Said the next time,
It wouldn't be the truck he used the bat on.
So Donny eighty-sixed Pete for life.
Looks like Pete returned the favor.
Pick-up Pete, a.K.A. Pete Mucha.
He's got a couple of dismissed domestic assault charges
And he is also the proud owner
Of a Remington 870 shotgun.
(scratches paper)
And Ryan and Esposito are bringing him in now.
What do you think of "The Castillion"?
For?
Well, the Old Haunt just reminded me
Of how vital tavern culture is in this town.
I thought, why not open up a little tavern of my own?
So instead of buying a drink,
You're gonna buy a whole bar?
My way of giving back.
Yeah, to your ego. "The Ego."
(slurring words) someone call the police!
Let me go. I'm perfectly fine!
Pick-up Pete, I take it.
Yeah, we found him getting tossed out of a bar uptown.
And, uh, just like the shotgun in his truck,
He's a little loaded. Ohh.
Well, maybe a murder charge will sober him up.
Yeah. Come on.
(Pete moaning)
"the Castle."
It'll just have a wee drawbridge to let you in.
(Ryan) congratulations, Pete.
You're our drunkest murder suspect this year,
And that includes St. Patrick's day. What did I win?
Well, that depends on you, Pete. You know my name, too?
And did you just say "murder"? Your driver's license says
You're from up in cortland.
What, they don't have any bars up there,
Or did you get eighty-sixed from them, too?
The city's where I work,
You know, like drywall, like pipe setting.
And I do some of my best pipe laying after work,
If you know what I mean. (laughs)
Hey.
You own a shotgun, Pete.
You like hunting, do you?
Wait a minute.
You after me for murdering a 2-point buck?
Nah. We're after you for your little dust up
At the Old Haunt two weeks ago.
The Old Haunt! That's where I was last night.
Donny wouldn't let me in
Because of that bitch bartender.
For the record, she came on to me.
That why you came back and you killed him,
'cause you were drunk and angry, and he wouldn't let you in?
Donny's dead?
What'd you really do last night, Pete?
Whoa! Hey!
Why would I kill the guy?
Maybe because he trashed your truck. And you were too drunk to shoot straight
The last time you came after him with a shotgun. Shotgun?
Look, he trashed my truck. So what?
He more than paid for the damages.
(Ryan and Esposito) he what now?
After he pounded my truck, I started calling the cops.
Well, he calmed down real fast, and out came this fat wad,
And he peeled off a cool grand like it was nothin'.
Donny... Gave you $1,000?
He had plenty more.
I asked him, "what, did you score lotto?"
And he was all like, "yeah, sorta."
You can ask my repair guy.
I paid with Donny's cash.
Don't go anywhere. I'm gonna make a call.
Don't worry. We're gonna get this guy.
Pete's alibi holds.
He was sleeping it off
At a friend's apartment over in murray hill.
It's weird that a guy who had only $6.23 in his bank account
Had enough cash on hand to peel off a "g" like it was nothing.
Not to mention all the repairs he made to the bar.
Maybe he was skimming, too. If he was skimming that much,
There'd have to be someone he wasn't paying--
A supplier, distributor? Why don't you guys go back to the Old Haunt
And take a look at Donny's ledgers?
Let's find out where that money was coming from.
Here you go, detective.
Thank you.
So C.S.U. Processed that bar and basement,
And there's no indication of any broken red glass.
And the only blood they found was under the buckshot.
So it wasn't our murder scene.
Well, looks like Donny left that bar alive.
(Ryan) you know, I don't get it.
If Donny got shot down here, and he didn't do anything wrong,
Why didn't he report it? The last thing
Any new bar owner wants is trouble with the cops.
Even an accidental shooting on the premises
Could've cost Donny his liquor license for good.
Oh, probably why he shelled out for Pete's truck damage, too. I don't see how.
His personal account
Isn't the only thing that's tapped out.
The Old Haunt was barely breaking even,
Operating at a loss most days.
There's no way he was throwing money around. Yet, he was.
I've got invoices here-- one for the new brass rail
And one for the new wood for the bar,
Each totaling close to 6 grand.
Both of 'em are stamped "petty cash. Paid in full." Nothing petty about that.
You sure there's nothing in there
About him winning the lotto?
Actually...
Maybe there is.
(Beckett) a consignment receipt
From Hagen and Graham auction house?
Why is a guy like Donny doing business
With a place that sells picassos and rembrandts?
His business was barely breaking even.
He was on the verge of losing everything. And with his union card gone,
It looks like he found something else to sell. Yeah, but what?
What does a dock worker have that's valuable enough for
A place like Hagen and Graham's to be interested?
Maybe something that wasn't his.
(Castle) now here's a place that honors history
And values craftsmanship.
You're pretty into this whole preserving history stuff, huh?
I think just lately, I've been noticing the changes.
You mean in Alexis' goth friend?
No, I was thinking more along the lines
Of times square.
You know, once it had a real New York grit and character.
And now they should just call it times square land.
(man) ahem.
So sorry to have kept you waiting.
I'm steven Heisler, associate director.
I'm detective Kate Beckett. This is Richard Castle. Mm.
We were wondering
If you recognize this man. Oh, yes. Donald Hayes.
We don't get many dock workers here, as you might imagine.
What's this about?
He was murdered. Murdered? Good lord.
We understand that he put an item up here for auction.
We were wondering what it was.
Are you familiar with a man by the name of Jimmy Walker?
Sure. Everybody knows Jimmy Walker.
No, not the actor who played J.J. on "Good Times."
No, the former Mayor of New York.
Took office 1926,
Went by the nickname "Beau James,"
Famous for being a corrupt politician, renowned womanizer,
And also openly defiant of prohibition.
Ah. So you do know him.
What does the former Mayor have to do with this?
Donald had an item that once belonged to him.
You see, Mayor Walker was rumored
To have had a private liquor collection thought to contain
One of the finest whiskeys ever distilled. Unceremoniously dumped into the sewers
When federal agents ran Walker out of office.
Donald came in with the sole surviving bottle--
An 1875 St. Miriam, Rock od Scotland.
I knew what it was the moment I saw
The "j.W." pressed into its wax seal.
An 1875 St. Miriam--that is the holy grail of scotches.
I would kill for just a taste of that.
Do you have a picture of this bottle of scotch?
(clicking mouse) (Castle) where did Donny get it?
Left to him by his grandfather Leo,
Who apparently was given it as a gift
When he returned from world war ii. (beeps)
And there you have it. Oh.
And where is that bottle now?
It was sold for $26,000
To an internet millionaire named Jeffrey McGuigan.
A red glass bottle.
At 26 grand...
That is one expensive murder weapon.
How did you say this guy made his millions?
Internet gaming. Owns about 50 sites.
The guy spent 26k on a bottle of whiskey.
He could treat himself to nicer digs. (rings doorbell)
What's his motivation? All I know is that
This is about a body's throw away from the river.
Speedy wok my ass. (techno music playing)
You're not even speedy wok.
We're here about a purchase that was made
At Hagen and Graham's.
Is there a Jeffrey McGuigan here?
I go by Magoo. It's my street name, you know?
Seriously, you're Jeffrey McGuigan? Magoo.
And yeah, I've purchased a ton of crap at that place.
Come on in.
?
(Castle) so this piece of crap we're looking for, Magoo,
Is a priceless red bottle of scotch.
No, it had a price, all right. But it was pretty tasty.
Tasty? (slurps)
You describe a 135-year-old bottle of scotch as "tasty"?
I mean, you know, after I mixed in a little root beer.
Yeah, okay, Magoo, let's see that bottle.
Seriously? You're just gonna walk into my crib
And start bossing me around? (Castle) Well, I don't see it here.
You didn't happen to... break the bottle over... something?
What is this about? You know, I may have
Dropped out of Cornell when my company went public,
But I still know my rights.
That bottle that you purchased
Might have been used to commit murder.
So unless you want to learn your miranda rights,
You better quit stalling and show us where it is.
?
Yeah, okay, cool. I'm not stalling.
Great. Yeah.
(people laugh and speak indistinctly)
(objects clatter)
You were throwing it out?
In the blue bucket. I recycle.
(bucket thuds)
Well, it's still intact.
Unless a sliver of glass came out when it hit--
Man, nobody hit anybody.
Yes, well, keep mixing root beer with fine scotch,
That may change... Okay, Castle. Let's go.
Just so you know. Thank you.
Cretinous little uncultured palate doesn't deserve--
Did you hear what he said? Root beer.
(mouths words) if I was 15 years younger, I'd give that kid such a pinch.
(Lanie) same glass,
But the shard in Donny's head
Is way too big to have come from this bottle.
Which means it can't be
The only remaining bottle in the world.
Clearly not.
Which means I still have a shot at getting a taste.
(sniffs) which means that Donny came across a second bottle.
Yeah, upside his head. Okay, so maybe Leo gave a bottle
To a relative or a friend,
And once Donny learned how much it was worth, he went after it.
And got more than he bargained for.
I think I'm gonna do a little research on Leo,
See what we can dig up on Mayor Walker
And his mystery whiskey.
Research.
I'm gonna do that, too.
Yeah.
(inhales deeply)
?
(clatters)
?
(rattling)
(sniffs)
?
It's called the sidecar--
One of the best drinks to come out of the prohibition era... Mmm.
A time when getting a drink meant secret doors,
Gangsters, and bootleggers.
Ooh, Rick, I'm loving this idea.
You know, our town could use a throwback joint.
Ooh, perfect name for it-- "Rick's cafe americain."
Mother, that's perfect.
I was trying to come up with a bogie reference myself.
All I could think of was "Castle-blanca."
I thought it was a little too on the nose. Yeah.
I need a drink. H2o, dirty.
Tap water it is.
So where's your dark shadow?
She went out with some people she met at F.I.T
I was not invited.
I don't know whether to be delighted or outraged.
Me neither. She's really defensive,
And she makes fun of everything that's important to me.
I keep looking for the Gracie I knew, but she's just not there anymore.
Well, you're not the same girl you were back then either.
You know,
Maybe she's just responding to how you've changed. I haven't changed.
Oh, darling, please. Look at you.
You are tall, beautiful, sophisticated.
You have a glam gram, and...
Him, and a boyfriend.
You know, did it ever occur to you, that might be
Rather intimidating to a girl from kansas? Intimidated?
When I asked where she got her gloves,
She said it was a place I wouldn't go to. Now you took that as an affront,
And she was just probably being self-deprecating.
Mm-hmm. You know what? I think someone needs a virgin mojito.
Go grab me some more mint. It's in the fridge.
(imitates Humphrey Bogart) here's looking at you, kid. And you.
Oh! Whoa!
You coulda told me you booby-trapped it.
Oh, yes. Well, that's just how I protect my stash
From g-men and mobsters.
Mm. At least help me reload them.
Right.
Reload. (clicks open and beeps)
(keypad beeps)
(laughs) reload.
(phone rings) oh!
(line clicks) Beckett, I think I know how Donny was shot.
Take a trip with me to a simple yet dangerous time...
Castle, C.S.U. Already swept through this entire basement,
And we were just tucked in with my laptop.
"we"?
Josh and I. He was helping me research.
Anyway, a dangerous time when prohibition was law
And bootleggers the lawless,
Often going to extreme measures
To protect their liquid treasure.
Can you get to the point? Yes.
You remember when Donny jumped up
And rescued Annie from pick-up Pete?
She said she completely missed him
When she was down here doing her safe drop.
It was late. She was tired. I can relate.
Or maybe he wasn't down here at all.
Buckshot wall...
Wall directly opposite.
Help me move the shelf.
And what exactly are we hoping to find?
The truth. The same thing Donny was hoping for.
In all the stories that Leo ever told,
This bar historian,
What if he saved one story just for Donny?
A story that Leo himself could never verify
Because the trapdoor to the basement wasn't discovered
Until after he died.
When Billy Pitt decided to sell the bar,
And T.J. McChucklenuts was going to buy it,
Donny realized he had to find out before it was too late.
Find what?
Donny sold his union card and bet his life savings
That Beau James-- come.
(grunting, shelf creaking)
Help me.
(groans) there we go.
That Beau James' secret stash really existed.
(grunts) are you pushing?
I am pushing!
(grunts)
(pants)
Okay.
That's...
Wow.
Oh, Castle.
This is where Donny was when Annie made the drop.
(hinge squeaks)
Oh-ho.
Donny would've given one pull on this door,
And blam said the lady.
(liquid trickling) do you hear that?
Rushing water.
If that water leads to the East River,
Then that's probably where Donny was killed.
(object scrapes)
What are you doing?
We're gonna need a light, right? (match sizzles)
(blows air) not so fast, indy.
We're also gonna need breathable air, so...
Torch would be more fun.
This must be a part of the old sewer system.
Probably used these as access tunnels
During prohibition.
It's incredible, isn't it? Ooh.
Yeah, aside from the fact that it's... (rat squeaks)
Damp, cramped, dark,
And we are almost certainly walking in rat poop.
(singsongy) awesome. Don't forget the c.H.U.D.S.
(normal voice) c.H.U.D.S?
Cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers.
These sewers are crawling with them.
You know, I kind of figured you more
For an "alligator in the sewer" type of guy.
There's alligators down here?
(rats squeaking)
What is this?
Whoa.
This looks like an old passageway
That was bricked up a long time ago.
Yeah, until Donny got at it.
(switch clicks, electricity buzzes)
(cackles)
Mayor Walker's moniker.
"1919"--that's when prohibition started.
Best time capsule ever.
(Castle) imagine Donny's joy when he realized
That Leo's legends were true.
$26,000 a bottle--who cares if Brian was skimming?
There's gotta be
A hundred bottles of scotch on these walls.
Take one down and pass it around.
Hey. That's evidence.
And there's already a lot that's been taken.
It's fairly recently, too.
These bottles are caked with dust,
And the empty spaces are relatively clean.
Here's our murder weapon.
Hopefully with some prints on it.
There's probably blood mixed in there, too...
In case you were thinking of tasting it.
Come on. I'm not that desperate.
Mm-hmm. So someone else
Finds out about Donny's treasure,
Follows him down here,
Surprises him, a fight breaks out,
And the killer grabs the only weapon available...
Striking the fatal blow.
And it looks like our killer
Dragged the body right back out the same way.
Look at this, all the way down.
And then it travels all the way...
Ah, this tunnel has everything--
Secret scotch vault,
Private murder nook,
Convenient sewage disposal.
(thuds) I bet you this water leads straight to the East River.
(grunts)
This is fairly bright.
Someone's been here in the past few hours.
(object clatters)
Police! Don't move! (clatters)
(footsteps running) stop! NYPD!
This way. This way. (grunts)
(both panting)
Where did he go?
He was right in front of us. I heard him.
(pants)
This is a dead end.
He couldn't have gotten past us.
There is no other way he could've gotten out.
So how did he get away? (pants)
(Montgomery) what do you mean, gone?
He was right there in front of us, and then...
(snaps fingers) nothing but a brick wall.
And there's no way this guy could've gotten past you two
And snuck out through the Old Haunt? No, it was too narrow.
Brian the bartender and a handful of regulars
Were still upstairs.
They swear, no one came out before we did.
We think that our spirit-loving Mayor
Didn't want to be seen going back and forth
From his favorite speakeasy,
So he had a back way entrance built to his stash.
Hidden from view, and trust me, we looked.
Yo, just got off the phone with Lanie.
She confirms the blood on the broken bottle is Donny's.
It's definitely our murder weapon. But we run the prints, and we still came up empty.
No matches to anyone at the Old Haunt or in our system.
It took 70 years to find a way
Down to those tunnels from the Old Haunt,
And somehow our killer finds another way in? How?
There's gotta be another access point
From the tunnel to the East River sewer line.
But the sewer bureau's map doesn't have anything.
It's like con ed doesn't even know those tunnels exist.
That's because these are modern sewer lines.
Any of the old sewer lines that didn't get patched in
When the new ones were built,
They just got bricked up and abandoned. That's like old subway lines. There are
Whole stations underground no one's seen for decades. So basically,
We need to take a look at an old sewer map,
And once we figure out where our killer disappeared to,
We might be able to find some witnesses on the other end. Then let's find that map.
(lowered voice) now... (thuds)
This place could use a little gentrification,
At the very least, a copy machine.
It's the pre-world war ii archives section, Castle.
Half of this probably hasn't been seen in over 70 years.
Lower east side, 1920.
That's about when prohibition was getting started.
Aw, you see how much nicer the neighborhood was back then?
You think that little box there might be the Old Haunt?
Yeah, that's where it would be,
Not long after its bordello phase.
You can still see the little garter belts. Okay, there's a sewer line
Running under it that wasn't on the newer map,
So that's gotta be our tunnel. Which would put Walker's whiskey right about here.
A man could grab himself a bottle, come and go
Without ever being seen.
But come and go from where? Where did he start from?
Here's where our tunnel ends and our killer vanished.
There's one, two, three sewer lines
That branch off from that point. Any of which our killer could've accessed
To get away from us.
So if we can figure out
Exactly where the three sewers end,
We can subpoena traffic cams
Around the time the killer got away,
Maybe get an I.D.
Or maybe we won't need any of that.
You said no one has laid eyes on these maps
In over 70 years,
Only it says here,
Someone checked this one out just two weeks ago.
And I'll bet a bottle of Beau James' whiskey
That someone was trying to make their way
Back to the Mayor's stash, just like we are.
Going once, going twice...
(bangs) sold to the gentleman in the back.
Next up, we have a marvelous 1955 Chateau Restivo blanc,
And we'll start the bidding at $1,200.
Do I hear $1,200?
There's $1,200. Do I hear $1,250?
$1,250 there. $1,300?
13--
(clears throat) $1,300 in the back.
Do I hear $1,350?
$1,350...
(crowd murmuring)
$1,350...
Oh.
Do I hear...
14--
(murmuring continues)
(Beckett) it's just a sad case of Donny trusting the wrong guy.
He told Heisler about the Beau James' stash,
And Heisler got greedy. He convinced Donny
That the whiskey would fetch a better price
If he sold it a bottle at a time,
So Donny left the stash where he found it. And that gave Heisler
Enough time to figure out where it was hidden. When Donny caught him in the vault,
Heisler panicked, hit him with a bottle. Yo. We figured out
How Heisler disappeared on you in the tunnel. Secret passageway.
Basically.
He had a hidden entrance that could only be opened
From the other side. Now C.S.U. Followed it
From the street to the abandoned sewer to the tunnel,
Just like Mayor Walker had drew it up. (Ryan) here's, uh, three cases
That Heisler hadn't gotten around to selling yet.
(mutters)
At 26 g's a pop,
You're looking at just under a cool million. (chuckles)
I just--how might I acquire one of these for myself?
Castle, I told you, they're evidence.
Yes, but who's to say that today's evidence
Can't be tomorrow's nightcap? That would be me.
I'm sure it'll be a few months before we can figure out
Where this and the rest of this stuff belongs. (cell phone rings and beeps)
Montgomery. Yeah.
Look at you.
Isn't it cool? Gracie took me shopping
In this place I never even knew existed,
And it's right down the street from here.
They had the greatest stuff. She has a really good eye.
Well, Alexis looks good in everything. I'm glad you two reconnected.
We just had to get to know the new uses.
Neither of us are 10 anymore.
Thanks for letting me crash at chez Castle.
It reminded me of the good ol' days
Before life got too real, you know?
I do know.
I'm gonna walk her to the train.
Bye. Mm.
Gram's waiting downstairs.
Thanks for the warning. (laughs)
Wow. I remember that phase.
That's about when I got my tattoo.
You've got a tattoo? Well, on--
I... Where?
Just heard from the D.A., Castle.
Apparently since all of these bottles
Used to belong to Beau James, and he used to be our Mayor,
It's her opinion that they're owned by the city.
But she says if you're willing to make a generous donation
To the NYPD widows and orphans' fund,
You can have one of Beau James' best for your very own.
This is early Christmas, baby.
I... May...
(voice breaking) I was not expecting this.
Are you crying? Yes.
I don't know what to say. Try "let me get my checkbook."
(normal voice) yes, of course. Of course. But I...
I will only accept this if you all share it with me.
Twist my arm. No.
Not here. Um, at the Old Haunt.
We will toast to Donny with his family.
Yeah, well, what ab-- what about that place?
What happens to the Old Haunt? It's gonna go back to the bank, which means that
T.J. McChucklenuts is gonna get another shot at it.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about the Old Haunt.
You bought it, didn't you?
So are you joining us?
You know, I'd love to.
It's late, and I've got a lot of paperwork.
It's 9:00 on a Saturday.
It's 9:15, actually.
? the regular crowd shuffles in ?
(chuckles)
? there's an old man sitting next to me ?
(Montgomery, Ryan and Esposito) ? making love ?
? to his tonic and gin ?
? he said, "son, can you play me a memory? ?
? "I'm not really sure how it goes ?
(Beckett and Castle) ? "but it's sad and it's sweet ?
? "and I knew it complete ?
? when I wore a younger man's clothes" ?
Oh!
(all) ? "sing us a song, you're the piano man ?
? "sing us a song tonight ?
? "well, we're all in the mood for a melody ?
? and you got us feeling all right" ?
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