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The title “The Nose” conjures up all kinds of connotations, images: first Pinocchio the wooden boy whose nose grows with the lies he tells; or perhaps the nose, an epithet for a Mafia boss. Another possibility strikes me: “Cyrano de Bergerac,” Rostand’s chivalric romance featuring the hero, a swash buckling man of letters, wit and swordsmanship. And his nose. His insecurity. It is so long he jokes that birds can nest upon it.
Cyrano loves Roxanne but cannot tell her of his love, for he fears she will be repulsed by his ugly nose. In an awkward but funny scene, in a Romeo and Juliet style balcony scene, Cyrano woos his beloved, via the attractive dullard Christian repeating Cyrano’s words. Cyrano hides from his true feelings until it is too late. Perhaps this speaks to the Castle current theme.
With broad slapstick, low brow, bathroom comedy, sarcasms, witticism, alternating pathos and hysterical laughter, unusual pairings, writer Nancy Kiu and director Steve Robin unveil an episode to stir every emotion possible and create a thoroughly enjoyable and fun episode, brimming with sub text, at once tickling our funny bone and tugging at our heart strings.
Foils carved from new relationships circle the main characters and speak, if only by contrast, to the Rick Kate separation. Kate teams with Hayley; Rick with Mia Laszlo; Martha bonds with prickly Mia and Ryan and Esposito experience relationship tidal waves; As for Rick and Kate, we surely need more of them together, a lot more, but their moments together are stellar and their moments apart yearning for each other poignant and bitter sweet.
The tale begins with a woman witnessing or perhaps hearing a murder in a parking garage and riding the elevator with the masked killer. As her elevator closes, Rick’s door opens with Rick announcing to his electronic home manager in his self deprecating way words of sad cheer: “Lucy I’m here.”
On the scene, Kate, Ryan and Esposito examine the victim Justin Fletcher, and investigate the tricked out car, with its hidden safe and its security. Is he a transporter as in Jason Statham films, and what is missing from the empty safe? Ryan falls into some ribald embarrassing double entendres and low brow comedy, remarking about the car’s tiny seat as Kate crawls into the car.
Then we meet Mia Laszlo, magnificently played by Stephanie Weir. Locked up in her decontaminated, sterilized apartment, Mia peeks out as Ryan and Esposito come to bring her to the station to discuss her anonymous call to the police.
Mia is the nose.
Ryan passes Mia off for Kate to interview, for Kate always “smells so pretty,” shades of Rick’s observation in the past that she smells of cherries. Intimidating with her over the top personality, Mia sniffs out Ryan’s soiled baby diapers smell, Kate’s kale for breakfast odor and calls Kate Captain Obvious. When offered an escort home with Ryan and Esposito, she claims: “I’d rather French kiss a corpse. ” We haven’t had such a cantankerous character since Perlmutter, Rick’s perfect foil.
Simultaneously Ryan and Esposito receive the results from their Sergeant’s exam: Esposito has passed and Ryan has failed. Needing the benefits of promotion, Ryan is downcast and the reality forms a wedge between the two.
“I was planning on calling you,” Kate tells Rick as they awkwardly meet.
“Really!” Rick remarks with great hope. “Here I am roguishly handsome and at your service. What do you need?”
“I was hoping if I could stop by the loft later on because I need to pack up the rest of my stuff.”
As if he were shot through the heart, Rick’s face drains of color, struggles to contain the hurt, endures the devastation and protects him. How can he leave with dignity, while his hopes shatter with the finality of her words?
Once before they stood in the same hallway, Kate holding in the pain, struggling to compose herself as Rick walks off with Gina to summer in the Hamptons. Kate is crushed when great anticipation meets abject failure. Too late! Kate realizes, and she feels like a fool standing before him, and her onlooking friends, exposed, crushed, her hopes and dreams evaporated,” grasping at straws as I fall on my face over and over again.” Love hurts and brings a lot of pain. And she is through with it and her walls return.
Rick gathers himself for the lonely walk pride intact for now and meets Mia waiting for the elevator and an escort home. And then Mia drops her bomb on Rick and tells him that Beckett is crazy about him and she can tell by her pheromones, her smell when she is near him. Mia has hyperosmia. And she is quite the nose.
Naturally Rick is interested and offers to take Mia home in his Ferrari parked outside. Wanting Mia to observe Kate and inform him about Kate’s reactions to him, Rick bonds with Mia, and the two unlikely compatriots strike a deal.
The next scene is quite hilarious, for Mia will only allow Rick into her apartment if he submits to decontamination and how hard can that be; it could be fun, an unknowing Rick surmises. Into the glass chamber Rick steps and is blown and tossed as if in a wind tunnel, as he shrieks from the blast until he is decontaminated.
Suffice it to say the story is an old one of greed, betrayal and obsession, of an art theft, of forgery and of a brother’s betrayal. One by one the team sifts through interviews and interrogations of the bereaved and the suspect. Working for tycoon Tom Gilliam, Lorenzo tries to get his employer to buy the expensive art for his collection. Lorenzo is on a quest of his own; to restore the painting to his family and to honor his father who spent a lifetime searching for the painting belonging to his family.
The victim Justin Fletcher bumps his way up to be the transporter of the 65 million dollar Van Gogh. Suspects at first because of security camera reveals, Freddie Stark, hired by Gilliam to retrieve the painting from Justin, who was already dead and Liam Hollister, fellow transporter are cleared of the murder. Ultimately it is a scheme for brothers Graham and Justin to steal the painting, leaving an excellent forgery in its place, painted by Graham Fletcher, an extremely talented art student. Graham succumbs to greed and brother slays brother, murder for money to pay his gambling debts.
It is, however, the fantastic scenes and interplay between all of the characters, perfect foils that make this quirky episode so enjoyable and revealing.
Rick learns more about Mia’s occupation designing perfumes and leaving her home once a week for business. She sees people she claims, but she is a lonely eccentric. While in Mia’s home Rick contacts Kate, and Mia reveals additional information. She is a nose witness. Too funny. She can identify the murderer by his smell. She detected a hint of nail polish remover and an old oil painting in the briefcase.
But how can Rick convince the eccentric nearly agoraphobic woman to come to the station and perform a sniff test on Freddie Stark? Rick kindly tells her that “she has been given a great gift.” And it would be a service to all.
“Nothing you can do to make me leave my apartment.”
“Desperation calls for desperate solutions.” Alas, Rick has a coarse potty solution: an SBD attack and they both dash out of the now contaminated refuge.
To see this scene is to break out in full blown laughter. A disdainful Mia deigns to enter the malodorous holding pen and sniff each man standing with his back to her. One by one she sniffs, sticks her proboscis out and proclaims: “He is not the killer.”
Freddie Stark passes as Kate calls it the “smell lineup.”
In pursuit of Liam, to add more mayhem, Ryan accidentally shoots Esposito in the derriere. Now why he even considered a shot when he only saw shadows is beyond comprehension. Rick has called him Annie Oakley before, not necessarily for his sharp shooting. Tensions now escalate between the once solid bros.
Back in the station, Kate and Hayley conclude that Liam will attempt to ditch the high end Rolls Royce and she immediately calls Rick, “your husband.” Kate is impressed seeing Rick through another’s eyes when Hayley recognizes “Rick might have some friends who might know where to settle problems in a hurry.”
And so he does; Resourceful Rick always knows a guy.
In a powerful scene, between the unlikely foils, Rick kindly wisely convinces Mia to step out of her shell, break out from her walls, from her decontaminated, sterile fortress and help the police. This is the Rick we all know and love: “Mia, you’re not living, you’re hiding; I know you find the world a little over whelming but out here, this is where life happens.”
“Monty sent me,” Rick delights in uttering the password as he and Mia enter a dealership and spy the Rolls. Mia pops the trunk; Rick spies the briefcase and both are met with the barrel of Liam’s gun. At Rick’s command Mia backs up the car and flips Liam into the trunk as he drops his gun on the floor; Liam claims Justin gave him back the painting, but he did not kill him. Enjoying themselves immensely, Mia and Rick turn the culprit over to Ryan and Esposito. Of course, Rick cannot resist a crack at Javi as he calls him “Assposito.”
It takes Mia a few seconds to determine that this painting is a forgery; the paint does not smell old enough.
With Mia’s demands to be fed and takeout food undesirable, Rick opts to bring Mia home to his mother’s perfectly bland foods as Kate bids him, “Bon appetite, Babe.” Oh, the heart still remembers and we do, too.
At the loft we are treated to one of the best scenes as Martha once again takes center stage. Mia recognizes Martha: “I saw you perform in Pippin.” With the attention to Martha and not the bestselling author, Rick utters a fun filled alliterative, almost thrown away line: “Twenty seconds with my mother, you’re a tweeter at a Taylor Swift concert.”
“Don’t be a hater, “Richard, Martha advises and relishes in Mia’s attention and fan girling. Oh just tell her more. She is all agog.
Mia reveals her loneliness to Martha when she describes her feelings seeing Martha in the Pippin production; truly theater is a sacred calling, and has the power to transcend and uplift: “I completely forgot how horrible my real life was.” And Martha warmly hugs the woman who then remarks: “And you hardly stink”: a compliment.
Someone knocks at the door; As Rick swoops to answer, I cannot forget another time he opens the door to a drenched Kate wanting only him just him. The scene seems so similar, Rick in his maroon colored shirt, then and now, no typical blue for him in this entire episode. Maroon represents sacrifice and bravery. Can we hope for reconciliation?
Lorenzo appears with a gun and orders Rick to get the real painting belonging to his family from the station especially as Rick is the Captain’s husband and has access. Everyone knows who Rick is and his relationship with Kate, for both are high profile people. But it seems Kate’s logic in moving out and protecting Rick is for naught. However, if she were at home she would not have the latitude to do as she wishes, take late night calls, be out at all hours and meet with strange men. And then Rick would endanger his life by poking into her files, following her and asking questions. As long as he stays out of it he is safe.
Bravely Rick reasons with Lorenzo and protects his mother and Mia from the gunman. When Rick cries out to Lorenzo: “Lucy’s not going to let me,” he distracts Lorenzo and then is able to disarm him with a single punch; unfortunately a punch that hits The Nose first, right in the schnoz.
“Rick, are you okay?” Kate later questions as she hugs him.
Finally Rick and Kate go out together to the parking garage and investigate, using their old well honed skills. Apparently while stalking and waiting to kill his brother, Graham hides next to an old Freon- leaking air conditioner unit hence the nail polish scent Mia detects.
At the station Javi and Ryan are still estranged a bit and then when Ryan bends over and demands Esposito shoot him, Kate intervenes, telling them words that seem to linger: “If the two of you cannot figure it out on your own, then you are doing it in therapy.” Perhaps these are words they all should heed as well. We have seen them before fighting over a donut just prior to Ryan’s wedding, but hopefully their rift does not escalate with more jealousy.
Bringing Mia paper, scentless flowers and tickets to Martha’s play, Rick stops off at Mia’s home to apologize to Mia for her pain and suffering and to thank her.
“And you were right. I haven’t been living and thanks to you now I will.”
“Mia, I just think the world is a better place with you running around in it.” They hug and a piano tinkles four notes from Kate’s song ultimately leading into the clicking and driving heart beat of “Into You’ by Low. “Beckett still loves you with a passion and you don’t have to measure pheromones to sense that.”
Kate comes home to the loft to get her stuff, lingering at the welcoming, always sheltering door as memories filter through her mind.
Emotionally wrought and packing quickly, Kate reaches for Rick’s shirt, caresses it and holds it close; she smells his essence, a part of him in her veins and drinks him in to her heart. As in her wedding song: she cannot get him out of her veins; for he is all she tastes inside her mouth.
In a voice overlay we hear Mia’s words which complete the whole, alternating with the lyrics of “Into You,” a haunting melody and a driving rhythm, hearts beating bringing bitter sweet tears.
“I can’t explain the slowing of my brain. The slowing of my brain; the underlying vein. That flows right into you.”
“I spent my career manufacturing perfumes and cologne, but they’re all just forgeries like the painting.” Mia raises age old questions. What is real; what is genuine? Cyrano learns too late, lives a loving falsehood, and sacrifices his love. Kate’s mentor Royce once warns her not to throw away love and wake up some day asking herself if only.
What is the essence of love; what is real and worthwhile; what is essential, the essential oil of living and loving?
“Trace of oil and shell. Penetrate the well. Time to be so thrilled. It flows right into you.”
Rick comes home, to the loft, mirrors Kate’s actions and calls her name. She is not there. Behind, Kate leaves her police tee shirt. Rick picks it up, caresses it, and drinks in her scent, her essence.
“It flows right into you. Right through the tomb. Below what’s new. Right into you.”
Rick smells her shirt and smiles gently; he seems hopeful; carefully he folds her token of love, his talisman, to be held near to him always.
Mia’s final words sound their truth: “What you and Beckett have, now that’s the genuine article. “