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NEAL: Previously on White Collar...

You're trying to join the Pink Panthers.

The greatest thieves of our time.

To join the group, you need a heist as an offering.

We have to rob the robbers.

Woodford, he's rumored to be the head of the Pink Panthers.

I could have you killed for this.

Or you could acknowledge the skill you need for your team.

I want in.

-I'm pregnant. -We're pregnant.

I want a contract.

Pink Panthers for my freedom. It has to be ironclad.

They promised you freedom before,

what makes you think this time they'll deliver?

Who says that's all I'm after?

(TOOL CRANKING)

(PETER GRUNTS)

-(CLATTERING) -Ow!

Everything okay under there?

Yup!

Sweetheart, you do realize that it's 8:00 in the morning?

And I love your enthusiasm

for wanting to fix things around the house before the baby arrives,

-but I'm sure she... -Or he.

...can survive without liquefying table scraps

for another decade or so.

(GROANS)

(EXCLAIMS)

Okay, all right. Um...

How much is a new disposal gonna be?

Oh, I'll fix this.

You watch.

This baby will puree a small Chevy by the time I'm done with it.

I'm really glad to be home.

(KNOCKING)

That's Neal. He's concerned that since you're not around

I can't even brew a cup of coffee for myself.

Well, don't forget. Don't let the cat out of the bag.

No, my lips are sealed.

Hi.

Elizabeth, hey.

Oh...

-I'm so glad you're safe. -Thank you.

What a nice surprise. How long are you in town for?

Forever.

DC wasn't for me.

-Really? -Yeah.

I realized I can follow my dreams right here in New York City.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, change of heart.

And it did give me a chance to make headway on some projects.

Leave this guy alone for two seconds, he goes all Home Depot around here.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

All right. Um, I wouldn't touch anything.

-Bye. -Bye.

I'm talking to David Pillar at the bureau to discuss your deal.

You bring down the Pink Panthers...

-I get my freedom. -Once and for all.

I'll let you know what the FBI brass says as soon as Pillar talks to them.

Yeah, about that.

I've recently lost my trust in the spoken word.

For years I've been promised my freedom,

only to have a technicality or a change of heart sink the whole thing.

What's that?

It's a contract.

I consulted the finest legal mind I know.

Mozzie?

Mmm!

Certainly seems, uh...

I think "comprehensive" is the word you're looking for.

I was gonna go with "abusive."

The FBI doesn't sign that, then I stop helping with the Panthers.

And if they do, it's legally binding.

I won't hesitate to take them to court if they try to find a loophole.

Oh, I can assure you, the FBI has no interest in a scenario

that ends with a cross-examination by Mozzie.

(SIGHS)

Neal, I want this for you

and for the bureau.

I just want to make sure you understand what you're getting into.

This isn't without risk.

My formal introduction to the Pink Panthers is in an hour.

Something tells me a bulky geo-locating anklet

might tip our hand.

Remember, this isn't freedom.

Yeah, I'm well aware.

It's more like a furlough.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

He's clean.

(WHISPERS) Keller.

Neal Caffrey. Catch of the day.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

You're aging like one of your fine wines, Neal.

Time, it's mellowed you. Taken the edge off.

Caffrey here, he has quite the résumé. Why don't you tell the boys?

Oh, what's the matter, you got shy?

Want me to... I got it.

Egyptian antiquities? Yeah.

He looted Nazi art from a submarine.

A freaking submarine, guys.

Know how hard that is?

Impressive scores, Neal.

Then over time, the FBI, they took notice didn't they, Caffrey?

And he was so good, in fact, that it took them a while to catch on to him,

but catch on to him they did.

Our boy here flew a little too close to the sun.

But he served his time.

It's good to have you back, Neal.

I mean that.

Reunion's over, kids.

Dry your eyes. Let's get to work.

Mr. Caffrey.

When our new recruit here, Mr. Keller, heard about your stunt in my building,

he couldn't stop raving about your previous exploits.

I hope the past is prologue.

Your first assignment.

Is this another test?

Penetrating your impenetrable office wasn't enough

to convince you of my abilities?

Procuring that stamp is of critical importance to our larger mission.

It's 19th century, Swedish... Looks to be in pretty good condition,

obviously valuable.

What's your bigger game? You gonna take down the Postal Service?

(CHUCKLES)

Everybody in this group has an assignment.

This is yours.

This stamp's gonna be auctioned

by a woman named Bianca Esteverena tomorrow night.

You have 48 hours to return it to me.

Find Bianca, get the stamp,

or you're out.

PETER: Thanks for making it out from DC, David.

The Pink Panthers?

Every law enforcement organization in the world

has been trying to infiltrate them.

What are they planning? How many members do they have?

We're trying to figure all that out.

-(CHUCKLES) -It's still early.

Caffrey actually earned their trust?

He's meeting with them now, in fact.

The FBI's number one asset up against international public enemy number one.

-Quite a case. -It is. It is.

I've, uh...

-I have a favor to ask. -Oh, whatever you need, Peter.

I want to bring all of the bureau's resources to bear on this.

Extra manpower, overtime approval, surveillance gear...

I don't need any of that.

Neal knows this world.

If we get more agents involved, the Panthers will disappear.

Just like all the other times

anyone's tried and failed to bring the Panthers down.

-(SIGHS) Peter. -Neal and I do this with a small team,

or we don't do it at all.

This is a high-profile case with international ramifications.

Everyone will be watching you to see how you handle it.

You use the resources we have at our disposal,

your ass is covered if everything goes south.

Well, I've never been one to duck and cover when the ground starts shaking.

We're not talking about a bad mark on your year-end evaluation.

We're talking about the end of your career.

I know the stakes here.

So, your favor. What do you want?

A signature.

We all let Neal down the last time.

Made him a guarantee and we couldn't honor it.

-That's not exactly... -If we pull this off,

Neal deserves his freedom.

And I promised him that.

He wrote up a contract.

It needs the Attorney General's signature.

You want to bring down the Pink Panthers,

contract's on your desk.

(NEAL BREATHING SHAKILY)

Neal, what's wrong?

We have a problem.

Look, I... I don't know how it happened.

-But it happened. -What?

Matthew Keller. He's here.

-He's running with the Panthers. -That's impossible.

Keller's locked away in a Russian prison. Whatever...

I saw him. It's him.

(SIGHS)

We're going to put an end to this, right now.

Wait, Peter. Peter, listen to me.

He had the chance to rat me out and he didn't.

He needs something from me.

Are you out of your mind?

There's only one reason Keller would lay eyes on you

and not sell you out.

He is setting you up.

Come on, think about it.

If Keller wanted me dead, I would've caught a bullet

before I ever saw him.

There's no good reason why I shouldn't put him away right now.

Are you forgetting what he did to my wife?

No case... No case

is important enough to let a psychopathic kidnapper run free.

I have

a lot to protect.

I will get you Keller. I will. I will hand him to you on a silver platter

when we take down the Panthers together.

This could be the biggest bust of your career.

You think Keller is the head of the beast? He's a fingernail.

You take him down now, the Panthers will scatter

and the FBI will never get a chance like this again.

And I won't get my freedom.

You can protect Elizabeth.

Get your best agents to watch over her 24/7.

You don't understand.

-It's more personal than... -Well, it is personal for me too.

Keller's day will come.

You're damn right it will.

Neal, we've already been playing in the big leagues, but this?

Peter doesn't call them the Yankees of the criminal world for nothing.

This isn't just any old Yankees squad.

This is like the 1927 team.

A team which, not coincidently, was referred to as Murderers' Row.

Yeah. I'm up to the plate, Neal's in the batter's box, but you, Mozzie?

You're stuck in the nosebleeds.

Maybe if you're lucky I'll buy you a bag of peanuts.

Now scram.

Caffrey and I have got a lot to discuss.

It's okay, Moz.

Alone at last.

You know, it was a real Kodak moment when you saw my face.

What the hell are you doing out of prison?

No one gets released this early from a 20-year sentence.

Let's just say I got a benefactor.

You know, Neal, some things change...

Some don't.

For example, I, uh...

I know you and Peter Burke are still attached at the hip.

Or should I say the ankle?

I'm clean.

Technically, I still work for the FBI but in reality...

They don't have confidence in me anymore.

I'm just keeping the meter running until my time is up.

Enough, Neal.

If we can't have an open and honest conversation,

then I'll go tell Woodford

a more complicated version of our history together.

It's the truth.

They yanked me from undercover work

and stuck me on some backlog loan scandal, all right?

Banks don't really like seeing a convicted criminal walk through their doors,

so the FBI cut my anklet.

Which gives me the chance to build a little nest-egg on the side.

For when the seasons change.

Now tell me, why would I ever believe you?

Why wouldn't you?

Peter Burke has violated my trust

over and over again, you know that.

This score is what I need to break free from the FBI.

I'm not gonna lie, I could use you.

I appreciate your work, Neal.

Always have.

I know you respect mine.

Respect isn't the word I'd choose.

Let's do this together.

Come on, Caffrey.

(SIGHS)

Attaboy.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

-Hey. -Hey.

You get those agents approved to protect El?

Two in the front yard, two in the back.

If El goes anywhere, they escort her.

I'll bet she didn't get that perk in Washington.

Yeah, home sweet home.

What about the benefactor Keller mentioned?

He say anything else about it?

It could be Woodford or someone else in the Pink Panthers.

I'll have Jones get on it.

You can never assume you're in safe waters

even if Keller says he needs you.

You can never assume anything with Keller.

I walked into the meeting

assuming I'd be tasked with a huge score, instead...

-You're Mr. Shipping and Handling. -Yeah.

You know, you have to admit,

the stamp is a pretty exhilarating mission.

I don't think exhilarating and stamp have ever been used

in such quick succession.

My dad and I spent Sunday nights poring over stock books.

-Magnifiers, stamp tongs, hinge mounts. -Aw...

Wally and the Beav ever stop by to join in all the fun?

You laugh, but I still have my membership card

in the American Philatelic Society.

I hope you realize how lucky you are to have ever kissed a human female.

JONES: This is the Treskilling Yellow.

A Swedish stamp from 1855.

Now, it's usually printed in bluish-green, but someone messed up one day

and made a small print-run in yellow.

An error printing. Extremely sought after in the collectables world.

Yeah, well, there only two of these stamps left in existence,

and one of them was sold a few years ago to a private collector

-for $2.3 million. -Ooh...

None of my stamps were worth more than 60 cents.

I wish any of my mistakes were that valuable.

(PETER CHUCKLES)

The other specimen, the one Woodford is after,

is being auctioned off by this woman,

Bianca Esteverena.

Thirty-two, an immigrant from Argentina.

Now, her father left the family when she was five,

so she was raised by her grandfather,

a professor who laundered art stolen during World War II.

Nazi profiteers, sounds like a sweet family.

Yeah, seems as if Grandpa Esteverena

taught his granddaughter the ropes of the business,

because now she's the Sotheby's of the black market.

Thieves bring her stolen art, she auctions it off and takes a healthy cut.

Exactly.

I mean, the auctions are opulent, organized and incredibly secure.

It's totally secret. We have zero intel on where these events go down

or what the security measures look like.

We did come through with a warrant on Bianca's phone records.

She screens any potential client in person

before sending them an invite to the auction.

The text messages we intercepted

show she's vetting five new clients today.

Now, most of the individuals are highly visible

and would be difficult to impersonate,

because Bianca does her research.

But we got lucky.

This guy is a different story. Nathaniel Dietrick.

Comes from an incredibly private family in Orange County.

Put it this way,

there are more photos of Bigfoot than there are of him.

It's even hard to find photos of his family

because they're notoriously camera-shy.

Dietrick left California when he was 18.

All we know is he spent years in the Turks and Caicos

drinking and spending his family's money.

And doing not much else.

Now he's back and wants to take over the family business.

The prodigal son returns.

Dietrick arrives at JFK today at noon.

He's set to meet Bianca in a café at 3:00.

He's not going to be there.

Let's have airport security pick him up when he comes off the plane.

Yeah, stall him with an interrogation.

Precisely, conspiracy to commit art crime.

In the meantime...

Say hello to Nathaniel Dietrick,

playboy extraordinaire.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm elated that my friend and drinking partner has returned

to the New York metropolitan area.

But you had the opportunity of a lifetime.

Moz, you were only interested in scoping out the art

that I was responsible for.

I can neither confirm nor deny this baseless

yet intriguing allegation.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

How's the wine?

Oh, it's great. It's really good.

-Cheers. -It is.

Bold, brash.

So good, almost as if it's lying

-to you. -What?

You've lifted that glass a half dozen times,

yet not one drop is drained.

And I should know, I'm a consistent pourer.

Moz, I think you've lost your last precious marble.

There's only one reason you would abstain

from sharing a bottle with me.

-You're pregnant. -Moz.

Okay, yes.

We were just waiting to tell everybody until after the first trimester.

I knew it!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And we haven't broken the news to Neal, okay?

Peter cannot know that you know.

Oh!

Now, I can't name the parties involved

because of our healthcare system's inane confidentiality laws,

-but I have delivered a baby or two. -(CHUCKLES)

-Okay. -Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

JONES: Communication just came from airport police.

Looks like Nathaniel Dietrick's flight was delayed

and he's just deplaning with someone else.

Male, 60s.

What do you think? Maybe somebody he met on the flight?

Yeah, or it could be a business partner we weren't expecting.

Give me details on who this guy is.

We need information, we need it now.

Nathaniel Dietrick.

Nice to meet you, Bianca.

Nathaniel.

Are you alone?

Of course I am.

My time is at a premium, Mr. Dietrick.

I don't like being toyed with.

Why would I toy with you?

My family's private.

Discretion is how we've become so successful.

I can assure you, it's just you and me.

Then I think this meeting is over before it begins.

I made myself clear,

the only person I deal with

is your father.

-Fantastic. -(SIGHS)

Airport security just sent this.

Elias Dietrick.

Nathaniel's father.

Any chance we can convince him to cooperate?

I can have a police escort get him here in a half an hour.

Bianca would be long gone by then.

We need someone to impersonate Elias.

-You? -I can't do it.

I'm not old enough to play Neal's father.

Well, neither am I.

I mean, plus, call me crazy,

but the African-American thing might be a tipoff.

Look, come on, you can pull this off.

I mean, you've acted like Neal's dad for years.

More like his slightly older, much wiser brother.

Well, whatever you need to tell yourself.

Jones, it won't fly.

We need to think of something else fast.

All communications were supposed to be between myself and Elias.

If he isn't going to show up

then I will have the pleasure of neither one of your company at the auction.

Nathaniel, how dare you?

I gave you explicit instructions

to wait for me.

Hi, Dad.

Elias Dietrick.

Nice to meet you.

I've got this, Son.

We were just getting acquainted.

Do you mind getting me a menu?

Sure. Excuse me.

Please.

You'll have to excuse Nathaniel.

Like many of his generation, he seems to have lost his manners

in another decade.

I'm sorry to have wasted your time, Mr. Dietrick.

But to be frank, your son may have already spoiled the well.

Thank you, Son.

I'll just be a few minutes.

Meet me at the newsstand around the corner.

-Are you sure? -I've got this.

All right. Okay.

Lovely meeting you.

(PETER CLEARS THROAT)

I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot.

I'm assuming you don't have any children.

How can you tell?

You have a glow of unencumbered youth, for starters.

Unfortunately, Mr. Dietrick,

flattery and come-ons are currency that I don't accept.

It's not flattery if it's the truth.

And I'm happily married.

I haven't made a pass at another woman in 33 years.

I wouldn't know how if I wanted to.

Marriage is tough, but kids...

They'll break your heart.

I've tried to sculpt him into the man I know he can be.

But at some point he has to grow up,

be his own man.

My own dad made it look easier.

I always thought I'd have the same relationship with my own son

and then one day I woke up and realized, maybe I...

I don't really know him.

And I wonder

if there's enough time to make it right.

My father left us when I was five.

I never saw him again.

No.

As long as he's in your life,

you will always have time to make it right.

(SIGHS)

Ah...

-You're starting to look your age. -(CHUCKLES)

Well, while you were catching up on current events,

I got us an invite.

-Really? -Yes, really.

The student is now the master.

-No, the master is still the master. -No.

Yeah, the master is the master. Always has been. Take this.

Look, there's a hitch.

Bianca won't text us the location

until an hour before the auction.

So we can't run recon beforehand.

We'll have to run a no-huddle offense.

You've already proven you're not too shabby at improv.

There's still something about Keller that doesn't add up.

Something?

Well, I mean, the fact that he didn't give you up right away.

Well, he knows I can be valuable to him.

Well, no matter how much he admires your skill set,

there's no way he'd trust anyone who's worked with the FBI.

That's street criminal 101.

You're a street criminal and you trust me.

I made an exception.

Access to your wine collection

was well worth the betrayal of my principles.

Look, sometimes people like Keller get so desperate

for the thing they want that...

They don't notice the ground shifting beneath their feet.

Yeah.

People like Keller.

I can tie my own tie, you know.

You say that every time

and every time it turns out like a wad of chewing gum.

Okay.

-Thanks, hon. -Hmm...

And don't step in the epoxy that you spilled earlier.

-I don't want you to ruin your shoes. -Oh, that reminds me.

Check this out.

-(ELIZABETH GASPS) -(SOFT WHIRRING)

-Nice. -Yeah.

Only 27 more projects.

And half a year to finish them.

Honey, stop putting so much pressure on yourself.

Okay?

Look, I'm relaxed.

And I'm the one who has the human growing inside.

Yeah.

-A child. -Yeah.

What's that going to be like?

(SIGHS)

Someone who's going to depend on us.

-No more quiet nights. -Mmm-mmm.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -NEAL: Mom.

Dad.

-Did you tell him? -No, I didn't.

Neal had to pretend to play my son for the current case.

Which awkwardly makes you his mother.

Hmm. I'm very proud to have a son like you.

A kid couldn't ask for a cooler mom.

Now I could ask you to take out the trash, right?

Yeah, and I've got some chores you can help me with.

Oh, I would love to

but unfortunately I have a black-market auction to disrupt.

Any word yet from Bianca?

Yeah. I got a text. There is a location.

A private residence. Auction starts in an hour.

It's gonna take us about that long to get there.

This is why I keep asking the FBI for jetpacks.

(PETER CHUCKLES)

Remember, we're flying blind,

so nothing happens without my say-so.

Father knows best.

Looks like the black market's in the black.

-Excuse me, sir. -(MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)

(METAL DETECTOR THRUMMING)

Where did she get these guys? Abercrombie & Fitch?

Elias.

-A tuxedo is very becoming on you. -(CHUCKLES)

Well, I used to wear them a lot in my day.

Makes me feel young again.

And you look absolutely lovely, my dear.

We will be starting momentarily.

-Please, have some refreshments. -Thank you.

Nice to see you, too.

I'm starting to think she doesn't like you.

Well, then maybe I should go wait in the car, Pop.

Maybe you should let me know what we're dealing with here.

No cameras.

Light on personnel.

-Absence of discernible weapons. -Mmm-hmm.

Plenty of escape routes.

Almost looks too easy.

The Panthers picked a man to do a boy's job.

All right, then all we have to do

is figure out where the stamp is actually being held.

Well, there should be a secure room somewhere.

Heavily guarded.

You find the room,

I'll distract the guards by acting lost.

I'll slip in and grab the stamp

before they have a chance to bring it back.

Let the bidding begin.

Remember, wherever they're keeping the stamp,

-it'll be inconspicuous. -All right, all right.

Like I said, inconspicuous.

Well, this just made things a whole lot easier.

Uh-oh.

What? What do you see? Big guys with guns?

No.

See the pretentious guy with the e-cigarette?

Yup.

Now glance to his right and look directly at the stamp.

-You looking? -Yup.

-What am I supposed to see? -Keep looking.

The secure room we're looking for?

We're standing in it.

You're looking at the Braxnet A-97.

It's the most advanced security system on the market.

Each unit is independently powered,

so cutting the house's main will get us nowhere.

A security cage rapidly descends

if the laser perimeter is broken.

It's full of redundancies and backups.

Developed with the help of ex-thieves.

-You're angry they didn't ask you. -They did.

-I was in prison. -Right.

Well, I've got to call backup.

No, that'll only make things worse.

-No. -Hi.

You and I are gonna walk out of here with that stamp.

-How? -Simple.

We just set off the alarm.

We can't just set off the alarm, Neal. We'll be sitting ducks.

I cannot get enough of these.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I need... No, thank you.

I need you to focus.

You're taking this whole Southern California slacker thing

a little too much to heart.

Whoa, Dad. Take it easy, man.

AUCTIONEER: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. And welcome.

Bidding will now get underway.

Our first item up for auction this evening

is this magnificent sculpture

by Benedetto Boschetti.

I'd like to start the bidding at $1.6 million.

Do I have an opening bid of 1.6 million?

1.6 million, do I hear 1.6?

I have a bid at 1.6 million. Thank you very much, sir.

1.7. Do I have a bid at 1.7? 1.7, thank you very much, sir.

1.8? 1.8 to you, sir.

We have 1.8 million on the left.

1.9 million.

1.9 million in the front.

Two million? Two million, sir?

Are we all done at 1.9?

Fair warning, last chance.

1.9 million dollars.

Going once, going twice...

2.4.

(PEOPLE MURMURING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey, my friend, in case you're not aware,

there's a protocol here.

We don't usually increase the bid so drastically all at once.

Oh, I am so sorry, amigo.

I wasn't aware we were at the penny antique table.

I'll slow down so you can catch your breath and count your chips.

If you'd like to compare bank balances, I can have that arranged,

but in the meantime, why don't you show a little class?

If you have any.

Do... Do you have a plan or are you just trying to get attention here?

Dad...

I think it might be time for you to stand up for your son.

If a fight breaks out,

make sure you steer it toward the lasers protecting the statue.

-Why would a fight break out? -Because you're going to start it.

I have 2.4 million from the gentleman in the back.

2.5 million, sir.

-2.5. -2.5 million.

2.6,

and I will throw in a tanning bed for my friend here

-with the vitamin D deficiency. -(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

You petulant little bastard.

-Are you gonna call your bodyguard? -No, no, no.

Don't you dare call my son

a petulant little bastard.

-Son of a bitch! -(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

(GAVEL POUNDING)

Come here!

(ALARM RINGING)

Oh... Stop, everyone! Stop right where you are!

Let me at him, I want a fair fight.

(GASPS)

Cut the alarms!

(ALARM RINGING)

We've got a code red, code red.

All units move in.

Go, go, go!

Braxnet Security, nobody move.

Nobody is leaving this house until I have the stamp in my hand.

Search everyone!

Start with him.

He's clean.

As long as all of us are being searched,

she should be too.

That's right.

Bianca's auctioning the stamp on behalf of a third party.

It'd be a perfect scam, wouldn't it?

Why take 25%

when you can get the whole thing?

Fine.

Search me.

(PEOPLE GASP)

Ooh...

But this is ridiculous.

That's an empty case, where is the stamp?

Have you got it?

Nice work, Son.

-Caffrey, do you have a sec? -Yeah, what's up?

Are you absolutely sure you saw Matthew Keller in the flesh?

Unfortunately, yes.

Well, then, I need some help because suddenly I'm very confused.

How good's your Russian?

Good enough to know that this is a rap sheet from Moscow.

I talked to two people at the prison, the captain and the warden.

And both of them confirm what's on that rap sheet.

You know what that word means?

NEAL: Incarcerated.

According to the Russians, Keller is still in prison.

Doesn't make sense.

Unless his benefactor is someone

who wanted it to look like he's still behind bars.

Keep the tracks covered.

Nobody would suspect you of a crime

if they knew you weren't able to commit it.

If the Panthers can pull off a sleight of hand like that,

they got their fingers in the highest reaches

of the Russian government.

I have some disappointing news of my own.

Normally, we'd be able to use seized evidence in an ongoing case,

but it's different when the evidence in question

belongs to someone overseas.

The stamp.

I tried to buy us time, but it's protocol.

The bureau had to report it to an international database.

Swedish government informed us this morning

that it was stolen from a private collection,

and they're not cooperating.

So what am I supposed to give the Panthers?

Nothing.

I can't have you walk back in there without the stamp.

I'm pulling the plug on this operation.

No, absolutely not.

Neal! You can't walk back in there empty-handed.

You know how dangerous the Panthers are.

We had a deal.

(SIGHS)

You can't do this to me again.

I'm trying to protect you.

I don't need you to protect me, I can protect myself.

-Is your freedom worth dying for? -It might be.

I'm taking this with me.

A little motivational aide.

I gave you my word!

-I will get you your freedom. -Your word?

I'll get my freedom myself when I take down the Panthers.

MOZZIE: This is insanity, Neal.

There's no way you can craft a convincing forgery in the time you have.

X-Acto.

Look, I have to try something, even if my chances are slim.

This is too important an opportunity to pass up.

You're not presenting a knock-off Remington

to some leather-faced dingbat on Key West.

-This is the Pink Panthers. -Hair dryer.

If they use Keller to verify the stamp's authenticity...

He might let me off the hook.

Or use it as evidence to bury you.

Maybe you're right. I don't know. Okay?

I mean, what kind of benefactor could possibly get you out of prison?

-(WHIRRING) -And make it look like you're still there?

Mafia?

They're not good enough to pull off the cover-up.

And it's not the Panthers. I mean, they can steal pretty much anything,

but bureaucratic arm-twisting isn't one of their specialties.

Who would have the motivation to do it?

Motivation.

Get me the India ink and the finest brush we got.

Stop.

You got it?

Would I be here if I didn't?

He pulled it off.

This shade of yellow's a dead giveaway that it's authentic.

See, they used to mix uranium in with the ink. It gave it a color

that's impossible to fake today.

Good job.

Unexpected, Mr. Caffrey.

Icing on the cake.

Bianca Esteverena is on the cutting edge of technology.

She spares no expense.

The security system she employs is operated by a highly sophisticated firm

-called Braxnet Security. -Braxnet Security.

Yeah, I recognized the system as soon as I entered.

-It's impenetrable. -Precisely.

You wanted me to fail.

And yet here you are.

The goal of your mission was to test Braxnet's response

once the alarm was tripped.

Getting the stamp,

a sideshow at best.

We set the odds 100-1 against.

So you were watching.

We had a small team at Bianca's.

Noting the number of guards, who responded, how quickly they arrived,

their maneuvers, their strengths, and especially their weakness.

It's all critical information for what's to come.

And what is to come, exactly?

Oh, Mr. Caffrey, one more thing that my team noticed at the auction.

A man.

He seemed to be working right alongside you.

Who is he?

He's a trusted collaborator.

All he knows is I was after the stamp. He thinks I'm fencing it myself.

Look, he's as discreet as they come.

How long have you been working for Interpol?

How did you know I was working for them?

Interpol doesn't usually advertise the names of its associates.

Didn't you once call me a rat for being a CI for the bureau?

A rat will gnaw through its own leg if it's in a trap, Caffrey.

I'm less desperate, more enterprising.

That sounds like a distinction without a difference.

You still haven't answered my question.

How did you know I was working for Interpol?

I always heard Interpol had one foot in the future.

They don't slap bulky anklets on their criminal informants.

That'd be too inelegant, too crass.

Too American. Instead...

They insert chips under the skin of their informants, like dogs.

It is an ingenious solution.

Except for the pain at the injection sites and constant, constant itching.

(CHUCKLING)

You know what they call this?

The worst walk along the water I've had in years?

Mutually assured destruction.

Your collaborator?

Try convincing me it wasn't Peter Burke.

Yeah.

See, you've got something on me, and I got something on you.

-Yeah, it's almost romantic. -Till one of us lobs a bomb.

And the other responds with the apocalypse.

I'll keep that under my pillow tonight. What's your angle, Keller?

You take down the Panthers, then what?

You do that and your criminal career's over.

It's freedom, Neal.

See, I got the same deal that you do.

I bring down the Panthers, I'm liberated.

Not even Peter Burke can touch me.

And the stamp?

The Panthers are expecting it to be fenced.

What are the odds you can find someone stupid enough to buy it?

I already got a buyer lined up.

(SIGHS) Interpol.

Of course.

You know, I can't say I'm happy with what you did,

and I certainly wouldn't have condoned it.

-But I'm impressed. -And I'm worried.

Interpol clearly has no idea who they're dealing with.

Keller would never go clean.

Right now, we can at least bask in a little sunshine.

Your contract.

They signed it.

What, no strings attached?

Attorney General came through. It's ironclad.

Everything you wanted.

You help us bring down the Pink Panthers and you're home free.

No, no, no.

You are the one who taught me that it's bad luck

to do a victory dance before you cross the finish line.

You're right, I did. But come outside.

(SIGHS)

So, I thought we could puff on these

when I do a security check on the laser fence I just installed here.

No, this is

actually to celebrate a certain paternal capacity that has recently come to light.

Okay, you're taking this role-playing thing way too far, Mr. Dietrick.

El's pregnant.

(CHUCKLING)

Yeah.

-Oh, congratulations. -Thank you. Thanks.

Wow.

Yeah.

We've been trying for years,

and when it didn't happen we thought it never would.

But then it did.

Based on the 24 hours that you were my dad,

I'm pretty damn sure that kid just won the parent lottery.

-To the future. -To the future.