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- Are we going to Montebello?
- Yep.

Times called it
the best restaurant in Manhattan.

- Yep, gave it three stars.
- Wow.

- They practice molecular gastronomy.
- What?

A revolution in fine dining...

where chefs use biochemistry
to create new and exotic dishes.

A grill works just fine for me.

Every dish is a work of art.
I'm surprised you chose Montebello.

It's expensive. I'm impressed.

Oh, we're not eating there.

This is like taking you to Yankee Stadium
and listening to the game in the lot.

It's a meeting place. I didn't pick it.
- Who did?

- The insurance investigator.
- Oh, insurance, great.

Someone stole a hundred million
dollars in Japanese bearer bonds.

Samurai bonds, nice.
That's what they're called on the street.

- Now I've got your interest.
- Who's the investigator?

She has a suspect here in Manhattan.

She?

Wait, wait, is it? No.

- It is?
- Yep.

Agent Burke, it's nice to see you.

Neal Caffrey, it's been a while.

Sara. Nearly five years since you testified
at my trial against me.

You did steal a painting insured
by my employer for several million.

- Not according to a jury of my peers.
- Your peers were in prison.

- Few of us managed to stay out.
- I could fix that.

I'm sorry to break up this happy reunion but
we're here to talk about the samurai bonds.

That's what they call them.

We're not here to talk.
We're here to find them.

- Girl's gotta make a living.
- My fees are based on recovery.

So yeah.

- Sara?
- My company, Sterling Bosch...

insured 100 million non-government
Japanese bonds.

Hundred million yen or U.S. dollars?

- Dollars.
- And if you recover them?

Two percent.

The truck was hijacked.
The bonds are here in New York.

- She believes Edgar Halbridge is involved.
Big international real estate guy.

- He can move them without raising flags.
- Yes, he can. Excuse me.

- Hi, Emilio's just inside.
- Okay.

- Here you go.
Thank you so much.

Hey, you, that's my car.
Get away from it.

Emilio, listen to me.
You can change the VIN numbers.

You can change the grill, the paint.
It's still a Mercedes SLR.

I know because you did not change the
electronic VIN behind the steering wheel.

- You're crazy, you're just stealing my car.
- You stole it, I'm taking it back.

- Don't make a scene.
Ahh! Shoot.

- You can file a complaint with the FBI.
- Ahh.

Hey, hi there. Special Agent Burke, FBI.

- This is a misunderstanding, I should just...
Stop walking.

- Put your hand above your head.
- Yeah, running just annoys him.

Oh, oh!
You're basically a high-class repo man.

- I prefer white-collar bounty hunter.
- Put that on your business card.

This is a limited edition SLR
worth $450,000.

Making your cut $9000.

- Not a bad score on your lunch break.
- No, it's not.

Speaking of business cards...

when you feel like turning in
that Raphael, please, call me.

I wouldn't wait by the phone.

See you tomorrow, Caffrey.

So happy to have you back in my life.

It's clear.

Come on.

- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Kate was sitting
on the left side...

By the window.

Definitely no accident.

- Did you ever think it was?
- No.

Mechanical failure wouldn't cause
an explosion by the door.

I bet it was set to explode
the plane in midair.

It went off early.

Or someone set it off early.

What about the black box?

The whole tail's missing.

Excuse me. Who are you?

You said guard's route takes 15 minutes.

That's not the guard.

- Just follow me on this one.
What are you doing in here?

We're with Sterling Bosch.

- You're Roy?
- Where you been, Roy?

Unlike you, we're on a schedule here.

Sterling Bosch? Insurance?

- Yeah.
- Well, no one told me you were coming.

- Wentlow Holdings was handling the claim.
- They were.

Where's the cockpit voice recorder?

Oh, that's been logged in
with NTSB in Washington.

I hope you made a backup.

- Insurance?
- Just trust me on this.

- Listen, how'd you guys get in here?
- We walked in.

Your security is abysmal.

We have one guard for four hangars.

Good to know.

Listen, we made a copy
of the voice recording.

I only handle the physical evidence.
I don't have access to the recording.

When's our flight leave?

Two hours.

I can have FAA send a copy to you.

- That would work.
- Yeah, that would work.

I'll have them send it to Sterling Bosch.
What's your name?

You know, why don't you have him send it
to my insurance investigator, Sara Ellis?

I can do that.
- Great, I'll call tomorrow morning.

Ask for my assistant.
I'll give her a head's up.

Thanks, Roy.

Bye, Roy.

- Hey, we'll get it.
- Yeah.

- Who's Sara Ellis?
- Oh, you weren't at my trial.

- But she was. Yeah.
- Oh.

She testified against me.

- I testified against you.
- Oh, that's different.

How can I work with her? I'm the thief
who slipped through her fingers.

- Don't think she used those words.
- Looks at me and sees dollar signs.

- She'll come after me for the Raphael.
- Do you have it?

Okay, there's a hundred million
in stolen bonds out there.

She knows this case
better than anybody.

Right now we're on the same team.
So play nice.

- She...
- No. Don't.

- But... Fine.
- Good.

Start a conversation.

Sara, let's start over.
- You want to be friends?

- Why not?
- Okay, what, coffee, grab a bite?

- Sure.
- Dinner?

Or maybe a movie. You like classics.

- Good memory.
- Are you worried about her and Neal?

- Not at all.
- You name the date, Neal.

I would love to spend time with you.
Anything to keep you talking.

- You're recording me?
- Mm-hm.

Everything you say can
and will be used to nail your ass...

to the wall and recover my painting.

Everything okay, Neal?

What's that?

I could get used to this.

Okay, people.

You know Sara Ellis from Sterling Bosch.

Thanks to her intel,
we have subpoenaed coded e-mails...

between an alias
we think is Edgar Halbridge...

and a man in Hamburg
he calls Mr. Black.

The e-mails use a public key encryption.
We've cracked most of them.

We believe Mr. Black is a courier.

Halbridge has paid him a one-time fee...

to enter the U.S.
And get bonds out of the country.

- The bonds are transferable?
- No title.

- Whoever holds them owns them.
- Each certificate is worth 200 grand.

So a stack of a hundred million dollars
is this thick?

Halbridge is taking a risk using a courier.

I'd take the risk.

The plan is to intercept Mr. Black
when he transfers planes in Toronto.

Then we put Neal into his place
here in Manhattan.

Well, thank you for the heads up.

You cracked most e-mails.
What's in the ones you haven't?

- Don't know.
- Halbridge won't recognize Black?

From the vernacular of the e-mails,
we think he's an American expat.

The last e-mail says Black will be the guy
wearing a leather jacket...

carrying a copy of
Atlas Shrugged.

Tells me he doesn't know
what he looks like.

Let's make this happen.

- You're welcome.
- For what?

Well, I recover the bonds,
your cut is 2 million.

Oh.

See, I thought the Bureau needed me, given
their recovery rate is less than one in 20.

- Is that true?
- That's the Bureau's recovery rate.

Not mine.

Canadian authorities have detained
Mr. Black in Toronto...

but left his name
on the flight manifest at JFK.

As far as Halbridge is concerned
Black lands in an hour.

We've duplicated his wardrobe
and every item he had on him.

- Diesel jacket, leather wallet, and copy of...
Atlas Shrugged.

Mr. Black's a lone wolf.

- German chocolate.
- Not a fan of the bittersweet.

From the airport,
you'll take a cab to Fort Greene.

- Wait there for a car to pick you up.
- The location's open.

Be back eight blocks, can't get closer
without risking our cover.

GPS tracker
and voice transmitter in the watch.

We'll be behind you. As soon as you see
those bonds, we move in on him.

- What's the activation phrase?
- You'll say, "Long flight," we'll be there.

"Long flight."
Should I be getting a recovery fee?

Sara gets 2 percent, and I feel
I'm doing the heavy lifting here.

Move.

Standing alone
by a waste-treatment plant.

Sexy. We got him?

GPS signal is locked.

Car coming.
- Here we go.

Black limo arriving from the south.

Got Mr. Black.

I'll confirm when the job is complete.

Everything is as you requested.
Your gloves, your briefcase.

- What happened?
- We lost the signal.

Is everything in order?

That is the correct gun?

Yeah.

- No GPS, no audio.
- What do you mean?

- Did he do that or did we?
- Neither, looks like someone's jamming it.

Sure was a long flight.

What was that, sir?

Oh, I said, it sure was a long flight.

Ruger Mark 2
with tactical solutions receiver.

Red dot holographic sight.

- Good.
- As you requested.

- Still don't have a visual.
- Get eyes on him.

Neal said he arrived from the south.
Let's use that.

Call N.Y.P.D., see if we can rush
in one of their helicopters.

- Couldn't carry this on my long flight.
- Everything else is in place.

That's fantastic.

Okay, get a visual on the black limo.
All bridges, offices in midtown.

- And he lives on the Upper West Side.
- Send a team to both.

N.Y.P.D. can get a chopper in five minutes,
otherwise we're flying blind.

Great, they got a head start.

And we are looking for a black limo
somewhere in Brooklyn.

Everything all right, Mr. Black?

- How much farther?
- We're close.

Target's on the first floor.
I'm here if there's any resistance.

Stay here.

Keep the engine running.

Any time you wanna break
that safe distance...

you're maintaining, I'd appreciate it.

He's back up.

Have I mentioned
how long my flight was?

- Lawrence of Arabia long.
- He's giving us a takedown signal.

- Where is he?
- GPS is coming up.

I hope you guys are close because I think
I'm supposed to kill somebody.

Did he say, "Kill somebody?"

I'm walking into a house with a loaded gun.
Please stop me.

My driver has a gun also.
If I don't do this, he might.

So I'm gonna go through with this
until you get here.

Found him.
8602 Second Street, Park Slope.

Get a team there now. Who lives there?

- Oh, God.
- Go, go.

- Freeze.
- Wait, don't shoot.

- Caffrey?
- Sara?

Why did he say, "Don't shoot"?

Because she's gonna kill him.

- This is because I won't let the Raphael go.
- No, this isn't what it looks like.

- It looks like you're here to kill me.
- It is what it looks like.

I was sent here to kill you.

Look, Mr. Black isn't a courier,
he's an assassin.

- Right.
- There's a driver outside, he's armed.

He may come in if he doesn't see
muzzle flashes.

I can make that happen.

That's probably Peter.

Look, I'm putting the gun down.

Answer the phone.

- This better be Peter.
It is.

- Tell me you haven't shot Caffrey yet.
- No, not yet.

- The flight was long, Peter.
Who wants me dead?

- Halbridge.
- Peter, is that true?

It looks that way, yes.

We can arrest the driver outside,
work him to get to Halbridge.

Doesn't guarantee
we'll recover the bonds.

What do you suggest?

Let him think I'm dead.

Congratulations, Caffrey.

You've killed me.

It's done. Let's go.

What about the gun?

I left it in the briefcase
for the driver to dispose of.

I know, but apparently
that was part of my plan.

We intercepted the EMTs and N.Y.P.D.

We put out reports
that she's confirmed dead.

- Where's Sara now?
- Jones was taking her to the safe house.

Took her to the safe house.
Didn't wanna stay.

Why not?
- Gentlemen, Neal.

- You're really redefining "business casual."
- Hardly recognized you without the Ruger.

- You should step out.
- I think I'll step out.

My files on Halbridge.
Please put them in there.

First things first, I need pants.

Jones, find her some pants.

What are you doing? You okay?
It's been a rough night.

You should get some rest.
We'll talk on the way.

I'm good.

You're staying?

Peter, I was woken out of a dead sleep by
Neal Caffrey standing over me with a gun.

I would love to be somewhere
I can trust.

- Any progress on the pants?
- Jones?

Here's your bag.

- Thank you.
- Where are you gonna sleep?

I will be fine. An attempt on your life
gets the blood flowing...

like a double shot of Red Bull
and espresso.

I think I just invented a drink.

You boys got any Scotch?

- Get a cot, bring it up here.
You got it.

It's been a while
since somebody wanted me dead.

Don't look so surprised.

The question is why does Halbridge
want me dead?

- Which means what's so special about you?
- I play a mean cello.

- Hm.
- I work for Sterling Bosch. I can be replaced.

Kill me, another investigator takes over
and Halbridge knows that.

So honestly, why me?

Sara, we'll figure this out.

We are gonna get this guy.

How's the coffee around here?
We have a lot of work to do.

You were supposed to be here
an hour ago.

Yeah, we can't all spend our nights
sipping wine on my couch.

Not with that attitude you can't.

I was busy posing as a professional killer.

As you said.

- Are you tipsy?
- A little bit.

Where's the cockpit recording?

I checked with Roy's office.

The package from the FAA...

arrived at Sterling Bosch earlier today,
care of Sara Ellis.

- What happened? Where is it?
- You went and killed her is what happened.

Under lock and key
while they investigate her "death."

Okay, we'll find a way
into Sterling Bosch.

Look, your best chance is to wait
until Sleeping Beauty awakens...

from her dirt nap and snag it then.

I'm guessing you're not her favorite person
at this moment.

- No.
- Then I would suggest cozying up to her.

- She put a gun on my face.
- And cocked it?

Yeah.

You've come back from worse.

- Love what you've done with the place.
- What do you want, Caffrey?

Look, I feel bad about last night.
So I bought you a housewarming gift.

I know
how much you've been wanting this.

- The Raphael you stole.
- No.

But it's a nice print of a stolen Raphael.

- It says it right here.
- Homey.

Yeah, and we're working
closely on this case, and...

Really?

- Gonna keep doing this?
- Really, keep talking.

- I can go on all day.
- Please.

- Hey, kids, playing nice?
- Neal brought me a gift.

Oh, the Raphael? Cute.

- Wants something.
- Can't get you a present?

When someone like you gets someone
like me a gift, there's a reason.

- What do you think?
- He's never given me a present.

- Sent you cards.
- It wasn't a present.

- Do you want something?
- I want her to stop pointing guns at me.

That can be arranged, sit.
Let's talk about Halbridge.

- Sara, why do you think he wants you out?
I don't know.

What do you have in your files
that we don't have?

Well, I dug deep. Stocks, security, all his
land holdings, tenant lease agreements.

We've already seen all that.
I believe so.

Mr. Black,
when was the first e-mail sent to him?

Good.
Figure out when he arranged the hit.

Yeah, yeah, all right, here it is.

Five weeks ago,
what were you digging into?

Five weeks ago?

This.

It's Ridgemont.

Ridgemont is an apartment complex
on West End Avenue.

It's the first place that Halbridge lived.

He bought it for nostalgia?
It's a classic six.

- Halbridge is into pre-war architecture.
- Maybe.

But he's renovated all his other
properties except for Ridgemont.

- Something there he doesn't want to let go.
- Yeah, you should ask him.

Doubt he'll discuss it with the FBI.

You think he'd talk to Mr. Black?

If you have a weapon, I'll take it.
- I don't.

- I'm gonna check.
- Hey, get your hands off me.

It's all right, Nico.

What is so important that you need
to see me in person?

- You want to do this in front of him?
- I'm more comfortable that he stays.

Did you enjoy your trip to New York?

It isn't over yet.

It should be.

Your business, as I understand it,
is complete.

Not quite.

I'm here to talk about Ridgemont.

- That supposed to mean something?
- You hired me to kill a woman.

- This conversation is over.
- I asked myself, "Why kill her?"

She must mean something to you.

Before I took care of her, we had a talk.
Had a lot to say about Ridgemont.

If you're insinuating that
I had some woman killed...

what makes you think that I won't
have you killed right where you sit?

That crossed my mind.

Here's what happens.

You're going to transfer $2 million
into my account.

You got 48 hours or the FBI
gets a call telling them...

to look into any connection between you
and Ridgemont.

Liquidating $2 million in assets
will take some time.

You're resourceful. Think of something.

If I don't?

You got a lot more to lose than I do.

We were right.
Ridgemont was the way in.

Good. Jones, Diana, keep monitoring
Halbridge's phones and assets.

There are plenty of places to plant a bug
in his house, if you want to go that way.

You're playing with guns,
I'm not letting you back.

- Just let that simmer.
- If he transfers the 2 mil to Mr. Black?

- Be a good day for Mr. Black.
- I've got a team watching Ridgemont.

If Halbridge makes a move, we'll figure
out what's so important in there.

Now, explain to me
why your hair was slicked back.

Amateur production of Grease?

I do think
you'd make a sublime Danny Zuko.

Not Kenickie?

Oh, please, you're not a follower.

I went back under as a hit man.

Ah. Can't keep yourself
from terrorizing Sara.

No, we're trying to force a suspect into...

- Why are you still here?
- You have a better wine selection.

Love your honesty.

Truth is first chapter
in the book of wisdom...

and this Malbec is a little dry.

- I've gotta get back to the Bureau.
- So any progress with Sara?

She's camped out
in the conference room.

Still? Where's she sleeping?

- She's sleeping in the conference room?
- Her bed's tucked into the corner.

- She had Jones drag in half her wardrobe.
- Well, I guess you can take it with you.

- Sounds like she's in for the long haul.
- I guess.

- That can't be fun.
- For her or for us?

- Either. The suit can't force her into a hotel?
- Oh, Peter agreed to this.

She's under protection
so she can't leave the building.

You can't crack a window
and no room service?

I mean, seriously,
who can survive like that?

- Coffee for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
- I heard Halbridge bit.

Yeah, we got a team at Ridgemont.
How's everything going with you?

I hate this coffee.
I hate eating food out of foil.

- And the air in here is stale.
- Cabin fever.

- I'm very sick of this place.
- We should get you some fresh air.

That's a little hard
when you can't leave the FBI.

Oh, come on.

You gotta think outside the box.

The roof.

Yeah, it's still the FBI.
- Yeah.

- You know the secret to living with rules?
- Finding ways to bend them?

Exactly.

Well, go on. I'm fascinated.

- I'm not gonna tell you about the painting.
- That's too bad.

- You know what they say about curiosity.
- Curiosity can't kill me if I'm already dead.

- So, what's it like?
- Being dead?

So far it's what I imagine prison
must be like.

You're equating prison and death?

I'm sorry, I forgot
I was talking to an expert.

Hear the violins. You've got two miles,
I have a conference room.

You're indoors for two days.
I got this for four years.

- Do you really want to keep doing this?
- No, not really.

- Beautiful.
- Yeah.

Nothing's changed.

I'm dead.

The city looks the same.

As far as the world knows, you're no
longer in it but it keeps turning.

Yeah, certain things...

Humble you?

Well, I was gonna say really piss me off,
but, okay, yeah, sure.

- Humble me.
- All right.

- Your passing didn't make a big splash?
- A girl can hope.

- Parents?
- Deceased.

- Brothers and sisters?
- Only child.

- Goldfish?
- No.

What do you want from me, Caffrey?

- Who says I want anything?
- I do.

You're a con man. You smile for a living.

And you're smiling at me right now,
so I know that you want something.

All right.

I would love for you
to pass me that fortune cookie.

You first.

Apparently, excitement
and intrigue follow me.

- How about you?
- I make delicious soups.

- Confucius has you pegged.
- It's true, actually, I do.

Yeah?

- Hey, Peter.
Got word from surveillance.

Halbridge hired a crew to do some
landscaping at Ridgemont tomorrow.

- He took the bait?
- Yep.

Halbridge is digging up Ridgemont.

I'll toast to that.

Whoa, whoa. Stop, stop.

Get that up. Come on, guys.

- Get the crane over here.
All right.

Okay.

Come on.
- Let's see what they've found.

Let's go.
Come on, quick, we gotta get...

FBI.
Get this done.

I need everyone to put their tools down.

- Step away from the hole.
Put it down.

- All right, down here.
Just put it down, guy.

Okay.
Easy.

Excuse me.

- Oh, hey.
Ready to open it up?

- Can't be our bonds.
- No.

Whatever Halbridge is hiding
has been here for years.

He's bound to have more
than one skeleton.

Agent Burke, open it?
- Go ahead, get it open.

There you go.

Oh, gee.

Looks like you were
right about those skeletons.

How's the case going?
- We're making headway.

We just dug up some new evidence.

That was some sort of pun, wasn't it?

I could've also said
we found a body of evidence.

I get it. You're very, very funny.

I'm here all week.
Don't forget to tip your waitress.

So does that mean
that Sara gets to go home?

Soon, I hope.

- Well, have you talked to her?
- I'm gonna update her now.

I meant have you talked to her?

- Like a person.
- I'm not a shrink.

You've got a good bedside manner.
Don't pretend you don't.

All right, you twisted my arm.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Hey, how you doing?

Me? I'm good, I'm fine.

That's a nice outfit.

- Going somewhere?
- No.

No, I'm just pretending.
Dress how you want to feel, right?

- Neal came by.
- Is he in one piece?

- Yes, I left him whole.
- Good, I prefer him that way.

- Yeah.
- These flowers from him?

No, the company sent these
to the funeral home for me.

Oh. We had everything forwarded
from the funeral home.

- It's evidence.
- Yeah.

It's carnations.

That's all I'm worth.
It might as well be weeds.

Well, I don't think that's fair
to carnations.

Well, you gotta admit
they brighten up the place.

Did you find anything at Ridgemont?

A body.

- Whose?
- I don't know yet.

The clothing's from the mid-'80s.

Looks like a blunt force to the head.
No ID, no direct links to Halbridge.

- Okay, well, then what can I do?
- Nothing.

Tonight you can rest.

That's what you can do.

When this thing is over, you...

You can get back to your life.

Maybe find something that doesn't fit
in these boxes.

Oh, all right.
You're getting paid by the hour now.

Okay.

My advice?

Get a life. You work too hard.

And you don't?

What is it they say?
We can sleep when we're dead?

It's a good idea. You're dead.

So get some rest.

Forensic will be here tomorrow.

And you can jump back in then.

Okay.

All right, I'll make us coffee.

Oh, yeah, right?
Right. Mm-hm.

- Yeah, the way that S
moves like that. - Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Very similar.

- Did I miss a memo?
- No.

Were we starting earlier?

Forensics came back this morning
with an ID on the body.

And?
You're gonna love this.

The body buried under Ridgemont
was identified as one Edgar Halbridge.

- Halbridge is the corpse?
- Yep.

The man we know as Edgar
is an imposter.

- Yep.
Who is he, then?

We spent the morning comparing
a signature of Halbridge's...

to every Ridgemont lease
from the early to mid-'80s.

We found a pretty good match.

Steve Price.

He was a tenant at Ridgemont, same time
real Halbridge was living there.

So you think Price killed Halbridge
and took his identity, why?

The real Halbridge had no family.

But was coming into some serious cash
from an inheritance.

- Price was poor.
- Price knocks him off and steals his identity.

Halbridge's body is lying there
at Ridgemont driving Price crazy.

- His own "Tell-Tale Heart."
- God.

- Yep.
What?

Peter told me you would bring up
The Tell-Tale Heart.

Oh. I'm glad my grasp of gothic fiction
is a source of amusement.

He buys the property, it isn't worth
the risk of digging up the body.

So he cements over it
and makes sure no one ever digs there.

You start poking around Ridgemont.
That's why he wants you killed.

- I like it. In theory.
- Yeah, but that's all it is, a theory.

We've got the signature,
but it isn't definitive.

No, if we're gonna prove murder one,
we're gonna need more evidence.

- Thank you, pay up.
- We had a bet.

- Told her you'd say, "Need more evidence."
- We do.

- And we still don't have the bonds.
- What if we kill two birds, so to speak?

Make Halbridge admit he's Steve Price
and reveal the bonds.

Make Halbridge admit he's Steve Price
and reveal the bonds.

What's the plan?

How would you feel
about coming back from the dead?

This is what you found
underneath one of my buildings?

- It is.
- How did they die?

- We think it was murder.
- Unfortunate.

- Have you had any luck identifying it?
- Not yet.

We'll know more when
the lab work comes back...

which takes weeks
with older remains like this.

I was hoping that
you might be able to help us.

I bought the building 20 years ago.
It's before my time.

There is one thing you might be able
to help us with.

I assume you recognize this woman.

- Do I?
- You should.

Sara Ellis, insurance investigator
working with Sterling Bosch.

She was investigating you
concerning stolen bearer bonds.

Ah. Yes, I read about
her recent misfortune.

What did she have to do with this?

Does, present tense.

This photo was taken yesterday.
It appears she's alive.

Her death was faked.

- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.

But she was the one
who tipped us off about the body.

We think that she's working
with this man.

- You know him?
- What's his name?

Steve Price.

That may be an alias. We're not sure.

Does the name ring a bell?

Steve.
- Price.

- No.
- Mm.

Well, we think these two might
be targeting you in some way.

If something comes up,
please let me know.

We're here to help.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Keep those photos.
- I will.

Nico, get in here.

Getting better at planting bugs
than Caffrey.

- He's talking?
- Yep.

He played me. They both played me.

- How could they know about the body?
- I don't know, but they know who I am.

Oh, it's time to move.

Got him.

- Did it work?
- It worked.

Wine, please. Bringing Sara back
from the dead was brilliant.

Sterling Bosch release the mail?

You had a very specific Syrah here that
I wanted to try, but it's gone missing.

I drank it. The pinot is fine.

- Mozz, the mail.
- Yes, they released it.

The package from the FAA,
containing the cockpit voice recording...

is now sitting amidst
a pile of envelopes on her desk...

or so I was told
by a very perky assistant.

- Good.
- So how are you gonna get it from her?

We take Halbridge down, first thing Sara's
gonna want is get out of that building.

An impulse I understand.

- Sterling Bosch on the way home.
- She'll stop and pick her mail?

- She's a workaholic, everybody likes mail.
- This is true.

To the unopened package
and the tantalizing mystery it contains.

- You want me to steal it?
- She has a gun.

- Is it still pointing at you?
- No.

- I've convinced her I'm not trying to kill her.
- Well, you are a charmer.

I think I've got a plan that's a little
less illegal than breaking and entering.

- What do you need?
- A car.

- You don't drive.
- I don't drive often.

- You think the lady will accept a ride?
- Beats packing everything into a cab.

I drink to your charm, sir.

Did you get everything you need?
Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Price.
Of course.

Steve Price?

FBI.

Did this man remove something from
a security box belonging to Steve Price?

- Yes.
- Can I see some ID?

I think you'll find everything's in order.

- Excuse me.
Where you headed, Steve?

You're under arrest
for the murder of Edgar Halbridge.

I wonder what's in here.

Ah. Goldfish.

These are pretty.

- Got them.
- Thank God.

I can finally take a shower
that doesn't involve a sink.

I imagined the FBI
had showers in the building.

It's funny we have mental images
that don't match reality.

- Get me a cab.
- Well, I'm headed that way.

You have a car now?
Which agent's ride are you about to steal?

- Borrow. I'll leave a note.
- Mm-hm.

- I'll get the Raphael.
- Yes.

I don't want you to forget it.
You don't pack light, do you?

Found a gun on the driver.

Any luck on suitcase
with the gun they gave Neal?

- Nothing, maybe they dumped it.
- Keep looking.

Okay.

- Where's Mr. Black?
- The Canadians are holding him.

- You sure?
- Last we checked.

Find out.

Mr. Black, he's here, isn't he?

Your boss got a pricey lawyer.
I don't recall him saying you got one.

Do you want to be charged as an accessory
to another murder or do you want to talk?

Peter, the Canadians
released Black 12 hours ago.

- Didn't have anything to charge him with.
- Oh, damn it.

He was in your car.

Where is he now?

He came back to finish the job.

Where is Sara?

- Where do you want these?
- You can put them right back there.

Thank you.

- You know, Neal, for an art thief...
- Alleged art thief.

Yeah. For an art thief,
you certainly have your moments.

Oh, I doubt you'll be saying that after
a shower and a few hours of sleep.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Oh, brother, it never ends.

What is this?

Hey.

Drop it now.

I said, drop it.

I'd listen to her if I were you.

Get him out of here.

Come on, let's go.

- What are you doing here?
- She needed a ride.

- Excitement and intrigue.
- They follow me wherever I go.

- That's probably true for both of us.
- Yeah.

Looking forward to trying that soup.

Soup?

Neal?