All language subtitles for White Collar - S06E04 - Alls Fair.en

NEAL: Previously on White Collar...

Pink Panthers, the most dangerous
gang of thieves in the world.

Neal plans to infiltrate the gang.

I want a contract.

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

You deserve to.

So, Woodford wants us to break into
this company called Atlas Tech.

Inside that vault is a digital
file named Exodus.

NEAL: What's in the file?

PETER: Looks more like
a complex algorithm to me.

It draws lines between variables,

connecting them
in a seemingly arbitrary manner.

PETER: International airports.
International airlines.

So, whatever they're transporting
is going in and out of the country.

It's almost an impossible heist.

PETER: Unless you have the algorithm.

NEAL: It looks like the Pink Panthers
have disappeared.

Been no word for days.

I've heard nothing from Luc.

-What about Keller?
-Nothing.

It's too quiet.

Any chance that the Panthers
are onto you?

Maybe Keller said something.

If they were on to me, I'd be getting
a lot worse than the silent treatment.

-Where were you this morning?
-Home.

Came from a different direction.

Okay, I see what's going on here.

Oh, really?
Enlighten me.

You're having separation anxiety.
It's totally natural.

No, we're never separated enough
for me to be anxious about it.

But without my anklet you can't
track my every movement,

and it's driving you crazy.

I'll admit I sleep better when
that dot tells me exactly where you are.

I hear lavender's good for sleep.

-I'll adjust.
-Maybe a sound machine.

Let the crash of waves wash
away your anxiety.

How about you worry more about the
Panthers and less about my REM cycles?

If we don't take these guys down...

What are you not telling me?

I pushed for the Panthers case.

I turned down FBI resources

and guaranteed that we could
take them down on our own.

I have to deliver.

What happens if you don't?

Mmm... Something along the lines of
an early retirement package

and a box for my mugs.

Where are we?

We fed the algorithm from
the Exodus file into the computer

and accessed the randomizer.

-What'd you get?
-We don't know yet.

We're working on decoding
the data, but it takes time.

Well, we know the Panthers are targeting
something that's arriving at an airport.

That could be anything. On a daily basis
you've got everything from

jewels to currency to valuable
documents going in and out of airports.

So we don't know what it is, when
it's happening, or at which airport.

We do know the Panthers
have gone underground.

I could try to draw them out.

No, it's too risky.

Keep working on the algorithm.

That's our best shot at figuring
out what they're up to.

NEAL: I got them the stamp
and the Exodus file.

It doesn't make sense for
the Panthers to be shutting me out.

Well, I've been told separation
anxiety is completely natural.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

-Panthers?
-No, it's just Mozzie.

PETER: Hmm.

-Hey!
-You're late.

Late for what?
What are you wearing?

I received an anonymous message
at one of my drop sites this morning.

Just a time, 10:23 a.m.,

and a place, Brooklyn Promenade.

And you think the message
is from the Pink Panthers?

They're preparing for the big score.
Naturally, they want the best of the best.

I think they're wooing me.

I don't think they know
who you are.

But can you blame them? You take
every precaution to stay unknown.

But you've told them about my extensive
contributions, haven't you?

-You haven't?
-It's complicated.

The stamp?
The Exodus file?

None of that would have happened
without my expertise.

I know.
And you know how much I appreciate it.

Uh, not enough to mention me
to your new friends.

The Panthers aren't my friends.

And they're not the gentleman
thieves they used to be.

They're dangerous.

I have a lot riding on this mission.

I'm not even sure about my own
position in the group.

I haven't been contacted in days.

It's not the time to be
suggesting new recruits.

Moz.

-You're right.
-Thank you for understanding.

No, no. Not about that. You should have
told the Panthers about me.

But you're right.

The message wasn't from them.

Who was it from?

It occurs to me now there's something
I may have failed to mention.

All right, who am I looking for?

Aubergine frock, reading a book.

Who is that?

Moz, who is she?

She's my wife.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Wait. You have a wife?

Yes. Technically I am united in matrimony.

In the traditional sense?

Yes. We were married by
a justice of the peace.

A real one.

I haven't seen her in five years,
since the honeymoon.

Yeah, you never even mentioned her.

I never found quite the right time.

Wait, you said five years?

Yes. I was at a low point.

Me too, as I recall.
I was in prison.

And I was out a best friend.
And a partner in crime.

Did you know that 20% of people
meet their spouse at work?

So you met your wife on a con?

I was posing as a Finnish baron.

Opening night of Il Trovatore at the Met.

My suit was tailored,
my cover was impeccable.

But my heart wasn't in it,

until I saw her.

Her name was Eva Perkins,

a young widow, the inheritor
of a sizable fortune.

Lonely, wealthy, a perfect mark
for my sweetheart con.

We had a whirlwind romance.

After only a few days together,
we rushed to the altar.

The con was going perfectly.

And then the real truth came out.

We discovered we were both
pulling a sweetheart con on each other.

But we had both successfully conned
an expert con artist,

and that could be worth a fortune.

So we pooled our resources and went
on a honeymoon con to Morocco.

I know this doesn't end with,
"And they lived happily ever after."

No, our fairy tale ending was more
in the traditional German oeuvre.

Tragedy, betrayal,

diminutive man led astray
by a cunning vixen.

Precisely.
She stole my half of the score

and abandoned me
in a Marrakech train station.

NEAL: That was the last you saw of her?

Yet I always knew that she would return,

groveling, wanting me back.

Five years is a long time
to wait to grovel.

Yeah, I should go it alone from here.

If I'm going to break her heart,
I'm gentleman enough to do it privately.

Of course.

Let her down easy, Moz.

MOZZIE: I should have known
by the appointed time.

10:23.

October 23rd,

the anniversary of our
very first con together.

Dr. and Mrs. Coleridge.

It's very good to see you again,

Dr. Coleridge.

(LAUGHS) I always did like this necklace.

-You're out of practice.
-(LAUGHS)

But you're not.

I'm surprised you still have it.

I wanted something to remember you by.

My half of the Moroccan
silver wasn't enough?

-Eh, something sentimental.
-(LAUGHS)

You are not the sentimental type.

I'm not here to rehash the past.

I wanna talk about the future.

Ah.

I'd be lying if I said I was surprised.

You were expecting this?

Of course.
You have to remember, Eva,

people like you and me,
we're solitary hunters.

We're like the African civet.

Our musk is alluring, but we're
meant to prowl alone.

Mozzie, I want a divorce.

She's getting remarried.
Can you believe it?

That's not what I'm having a hard time
wrapping my mind around.

Did you know he was married?

I was in jail when this happened.

I was told to come home so
I could have lunch with my wife.

-I'm here.
-Yeah, and here's lunch.

Honey, will you get the plates?

She was talking to me.

Oh, but I know where the plates are.

-Since when?
-He moved 'em before you got here.

He creates chaos to cope
with change.

Oh, and your spices are now
next to the sink.

You all know I'm not a meddler,

but Eva has left me no choice.

Moz, I know this isn't easy,

but if she's in love with somebody else,
you gotta let her go.

Oh, is that your consensus?
That she's really in love?

Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I do
believe that's why people get married.

Has my very existence not opened
your eyes to a more complex world?

You really think she's conning this guy?

Of course.
It's what she does, quite excellently.

And what you do, with

some skill, is stop that from happening.

You want me to investigate your wife.

I want you to stop Eva from
hurting another innocent victim.

Are you sure this isn't about
her last innocent victim?

I swear, my motives are pure.

I've been doing some research.

Her mark is named Jack Conroy,

president of a charity for at-risk youth.

Well, it is a bit hard to believe
that a con artist

marrying the head of a charity
is just a coincidence.

Exactly. The target is so obvious.
It's beneath her.

Honey, do it for the kids.

All right.
I will look into it.

But you have to promise me
that you'll stay out of it,

and you won't do anything stupid.

Absolutely.

Oh, good, you're here.

Why am I standing in the lobby
of Jack Conroy's charity?

I promised Peter we'd stay out of it.

Technically, you didn't promise, I did.

And the suit and I have our own
understanding about truth.

-I'm leaving.
-No, no, you can't.

A man of Henry Staten's stature
requires a boy Friday.

Who's Henry Staten?

Mr. Staten, Mr. Conroy can see you now.

I hear you're interested in making
a donation to our worthy cause.

Considering it, but I don't want
to rush into anything.

Yes, Mr. Staten is well aware
of how risky it can be

to let emotions cloud
his better judgment.

Of course, we want all our donors
to be well-informed.

It's important to be aware of
what or whom I'm committing to.

Sometimes an outsider's
expertise is needed.

Like good friends, to let us
know when we're doing something stupid.

I used to be a lot like you, Mr. Staten.

Fancy cars I never had time to drive,

wondering if all my hard work
would ever make a difference.

And then one day everything changed.

I was the victim of an armed robbery.

And being the coward that I am, I ran.

The shooter got me in the leg,

and I realized the fear I felt
in that moment

is what so many kids face every day.

I mean, they live in war zones.

And after this, I...
I felt a call to fight with them.

There is still one serious concern.

Your fiancée.

We haven't announced our engagement.

Oh, Henry's very thorough.

Her name is Eva Perkins,
size seven shoe,

Libra, allergic to peanuts...

-Okay.
-And one other thing...

She's a con woman.

That's what you were gonna say, isn't it?

Yes, we're concerned that Eva might be
using you to get to the charity's money.

Yes, I know about her past.

And you're wrong.
Eva is different now.

Well, in my experience,
once a con, always a con.

Well, if I didn't think people
could change, I couldn't do this work.

And it's that belief
that makes you a good mark.

I'm not naive, gentlemen.

I know that charities are a ripe target.
That's why our accounts are protected.

Not even I have access to them.

Eva would find a way.

She has bested some of the best.

It's part of her magnetism.

Sounds like you've had
the pleasure of meeting her.

No, no. That's just conjecture
based on extensive research.

Well then, we should fix that.

We're hosting a gala tomorrow night.

Come and see what we're about.

And once you meet Eva,
I'm sure you'll love her.

-(NEAL CHUCKLES)
-Oh...

She's even better than I remember.

Of course, if you're gonna con
a guy with a savior complex

convince him that you need to be saved.

It's genius.

I don't believe it.

-She's got you fooled too?
-Oh, I'm not fooled, I'm concerned.

As am I.
Jack is clearly in too deep.

For you. You're thinking
with your heart instead of your head.

I'm not.
I know Eva.

No, you knew her, Moz.
That was five years ago.

Oh, people don't change.

Look at you.
You went to prison,

you got out and went right
back to the same game.

We are who we are.

And even we can be blinded by love.

You know I've learned
that one the hard way.

Ah! And who had your back all those times?

You did, and I have yours now.

If this is about saving a charity, I'm in,

but if it's just about Eva,
you should walk away.

Trust me.

I require wisdom from
the nectar of the gods.

You got it.
First pour is on me.

Some journeys need
to be walked alone.

(GRUNTS)

You are not what I pictured
when Eva told me about her ex.

I've got to say, Mozzie, her new
partner's definitely an upgrade.

I knew it.
Eva hasn't changed.

She's not in love.
She's still a con artist.

Eva has moved on.

I strongly suggest you do the same.

People can get really hurt
if they refuse to let go.

You can't threaten me.

Blather all you want.
Who's gonna believe you?

You're a conspiracy nut
and a criminal.

Look, face it. In a game of you
against me, guys like me win every time.

Guys like you, no one
even pays attention.

I was right.
Mostly.

I never should have let you drink alone.
What happened?

I was attacked by Jack Conroy.

He and Eva are in on it together.

No, no, no, no.
I think you've had enough

nectar of the gods for one night.

I've never been of clearer mind.

I should have seen it from the beginning.

He was just too perfect.

With that fake limp
and that real hair.

If Jack and Eva are working together,
why would he come clean to you?

I don't know.
Must I have all the answers?

Isn't my bloodshed enough?

You shed blood?

I can see that you've suffered.

He hit me exactly where he knew
you couldn't see it.

Like he... Like he does it for a living.

Then maybe you should leave this alone.

No cost is too high for justice.

You said you'd have my back.

All right. I'll talk to Peter tomorrow.

In the meantime, no more altercations.

Really this time.

-My wound needs a salve.
-I'm getting you band aids.

NEAL: What's going on?

We got the airport data
off the randomizer.

Gave us the initials SFO.

San Francisco International.

They stole the algorithm,
now they've gone quiet.

This could be the big score.

Except it's going down this afternoon.

The randomizer gave us the airline
and the flight number.

The plane arrives today
at 2:30 p.m. Pacific time.

JONES: There's another number, but we
can't figure out what it is.

It could be some kind of
code to the shipment.

Woodford cut me out.
You think Keller told them?

You're the new guy.
Maybe they don't quite trust you yet.

All that matters now is stopping them.

Well, unless we can get our hands on a G6
there's no way to get there in time.

All right, I'm putting
the San Francisco bureau on it.

Get me their ASAC now.

Look, this whole mission depends on
catching these guys in the act.

-I'm gonna make sure that happens.
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)

ASAC Rollins, Agent Burke.

What? No.
I need to speak with ASAC Rollins.

While you're on hold, there's another
matter that could use our help.

-Let me guess.
-Mozzie had a run-in with Eva's fiancé.

Of course he did.
I told you two to stay out of it.

He attacked Mozzie after they met.

-He attacked him?
-Mozzie claims he was beaten.

Mozzie also claims the government uses
fluoride to control my mind.

You said you would
look into the situation.

Transferred to Seattle?
Why...

I need to speak to whoever's
in charge, right now.

(SIGHS)

So you looked into Jack and Eva?

They're clean,
as far as I can tell.

-And the charity?
-Seems legit.

And the accounts are secure.

So even if they were pulling a con,
there's no way to access the funds.

From my experience, whenever someone
says, "There's no way this is a con..."

It's usually a con.

This is Special Agent Burke.

I'm the ASAC of the New York
White Collar division.

My team and I are chasing
the Pink Panthers.

We have intel that they're targeting
a plane coming into San Francisco at 2:30.

Yes, today.

Make sure he knows the Panthers can
sniff out feds from a mile away.

I don't have to tell you the Panthers
are the best in the world.

You'll need your top team on this.

Great. My office will fill
you in on the rest.

You'll know everything we know.

Get everything we have on the Panthers
and coordinate with San Francisco.

We're compiling it now.

Should happen in
the next couple of minutes.

I want updates on this every
half hour until it's over.

Got it.

We'll go crazy if we sit
here and watch the clock.

We're back to Mozzie again.

Well, he did help you find me
and bring down Booth.

That earns him a few minutes
of government service.

(SIGHS)

What do you have in mind?

This is not what I had in mind
when you said "stake out."

-We can turn on the game if you want.
-There's no game.

-Shh!
-No, it's my car.

They're here.

JACK: The image of that
is just extraordinary.

Here, you have to capture
the moment of truth.

I'm pretty sure the only thing I'm gonna
capture are two people

splitting an order of calamari.

-I've been thinking.
-Shh! They're talking!

Oh, if he shushes me one
more time in my car...

I want to announce our engagement
tonight at the gala.

I want the whole world to know
how lucky I am to have you.

Oh, I would love that.

And I love you.

Oh, they're good.

Yeah, looks pretty convincing to me.

Oh, but you know, it's complicated.

Because of Mozzie?

I should have mentioned this earlier.

I ran into him yesterday.

How did you run into Mozzie?

Oh, here it is.
He's gonna come clean.

He came to me with some wild
theories about you and me.

Oh, I should have known when
I asked him for a divorce

he would do something crazy.

He's probably intimidated by you.

-Poor thing.
-(CHUCKLES)

Poor thing? I'm the victim.

I just feel bad for him.

Don't you dare feel bad for me.

Okay, I'm calling it off.

Wait, hold on, hold on.

If this were my con I'd be
doing the same thing.

You never drop the act in public
in case someone's listening.

He's right.

They're never gonna drop the act

until I make them.

-Mozzie, hey, do not leave this car.
-Where are you going?

PETER: Get back in here!

NEAL: I would not recommend that.

Mozzie, what are you doing here?

I've decided to sign the divorce papers.

As you know, I am a reasonable man.

You didn't have to attack me so viciously.

What's he talking about?

I have no idea.
I thought we had a nice conversation.

Well, it was honest, I'll give you that.

I just know you two
are planning something.

Mozzie... (SIGHS)

I know that you like to create stories

to deal with things
that you don't understand,

but you can't just make
wild accusations.

What Jack and I have is real.

Uh, what you have
is as real as his limp.

And you leave me no choice
but to prove it.

-Mozzie! Stop!
-(GRUNTING)

I have had enough of this.

Okay, should we go get him?

No, I think he needs to see this through.

(PEOPLE MUTTERING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Satisfied?

Well that doesn't prove anything.
Anyone can fake a scar.

(JACK YELLING)

EVA: Mozzie, stop it!

Mozzie, stop. Please.

Haven't you
embarrassed yourself enough?

Let's go.

-EVA: I'm sorry.
-I will be vindicated.

I don't think this is what Mozzie meant
when he said "moment of truth."

I think it is.

I think Mozzie could be right.

El's keeping an eye on Mozzie
until we figure out what's going on.

What is going on?

I'm not sure yet, but I've got a hunch.

JONES: I've uploaded the photos.

Based on the angle of the entry,
it looks like the bullet hit only muscle.

No tendons, no ligaments.

No permanent damage.

Which means no limp.

A shot like that, it's pretty lucky.

Yeah, especially if Jack was
running away, which is what he claims.

If he was running,
and the shooter was standing up,

the bullet would have entered
at a down angle.

Yeah, and this shot
looks straight across.

Clean shot, no permanent damage.

I think he did it himself.

He's creating a story.

Rich guy gets shot,
his life flashes before his eyes,

he dedicates that life to others.

Nothing like a come to Jesus moment to
get people to trust you with their money.

Except it isn't about the money.

The charity's accounts are secure.

So what's their angle?

Just got off the phone with San Francisco.

All teams are ready
and waiting at the airport.

Flight should be arriving at
a little more over an hour.

Just stay on the phone with these guys
and keep me updated.

This could all be over in a few hours.

And here we are just twiddling our thumbs.

If it would get you to San Francisco,
would you shoot yourself in the leg?

What are you talking about?

What if Jack's con is about location?

He could be using the charity
to gain access.

They're hosting a gala this
afternoon at a private gallery.

Filled with artwork
worth millions of dollars.

So they're not trying to rip off
the charity,

they're trying to get close
to something they want to steal.

If this is really their angle,
then Eva is as good as Mozzie says.

I get what he saw in her.

Get me an inventory of
the artwork at this gallery.

-Let's go tell Mozzie he was right.
-No.

You can do it.
Come on, now.

I should've known.

Love is the ultimate con.

Just because it ended
doesn't mean it wasn't real.

No, John Lennon was right.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

His mythos had clearly been
affected by Paul's death.

Look, I know you cared about her a lot,

but you said it yourself.

I mean, she stole your half of the score
in Morocco, and then took off.

On your honeymoon!

What could be better than that?
It was a brilliant play.

Don't you want to be
with somebody you can trust?

Trust is an illusory crutch

required by those who take comfort
in false certainty.

People like Eva and I,
we live for the game.

So you thought she'd just come back

and pick up the game
where it was left off?

Only this time, I would be the one
who took off with her half of the score.

(SIGHS)

She's made her choice.
There's no accounting for taste.

Moz, there's gonna be
other Evas out there.

I find my truest self in solitude.

I'm a loner by nature.

(SIGHS) And I have my bees.

You have us.

Eva's free to do whatever she wants.

I'm done, for good.

The last chapter of our epic tale has been
penned and sealed with vermilion wax.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Hello?

It's, uh, Neal.

What do you want?

I'm in trouble.

I'm tempted to say
something about dogs and fleas,

but you may have heard it before.

I know I made a mistake.

I should have never partnered with Jack.

I didn't realize how good I had it before.

You miscalculated if you think
flattery is my weakness.

Anymore.

You know how dangerous Jack can be.

I need your help.

I wouldn't have called you if
I had any other option.

Meet me at the gala.

Please.

Hey, where's Mozzie?

I've been calling him on his phone
but he's not answering.

He was just here. I...

He said you were calling
and he stepped outside.

-Mozzie.
-Moz.

-Who do you think called him?
-Eva.

Mysterious phone call, he disappears.

She lured him somewhere.

Well, it has to be the gala.
It's about to start.

Jack and Eva went through a lot
of hard work to set up the perfect plan.

It seems like Mozzie would be
getting in the way.

No, you're right.
They have a perfect plan.

Perfect covers
they've developed for years.

Yeah, they're not gonna want
to burn those covers just yet.

So they need a fall guy.

Mozzie walked right into a trap.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm here to rescue my wife.
You can't stop me.

You were right.

That's absurd.
I'm not the fall guy.

Eva knows I'm not
foolish enough to walk into a trap.

Everyone has a weakness,
and Eva knows yours.

We know she called you.

She probably told you
she was in trouble.

Yeah, maybe she even claimed she's
in danger, that she's scared of Jack.

And you believed her because
you know Jack is dangerous.

Because Jack himself showed you.

So you came to her rescue,
exactly like they wanted you to.

They've been setting
you up from the start.

You two have concocted
a fascinating story.

Yet there are holes in your plot.

Namely, I can't be the fall guy
for a crime I'm not going to commit.

Yeah, that's why they're going
to make you commit it.

NEAL: First you'll walk up to her.
She'll be thrilled to see you.

Thank you for coming.

You're my hero.

You know I'd do anything for you.

Such bourgeois sentiment
would never fall past my lips.

I'm giving you the gist.

She'll tell you that she's made
a horrible mistake with Jack.

You're the one I want to be with.

Let's run away together.

I hear that Prague is expected
to endure the melting of the ice caps

exceptionally well.

NEAL: But first, there's something
she needs you to do.

We need startup money.
Prague isn't cheap.

Jack and I had a plan to steal...

PETER: Something.
We're not sure what it is yet.

But you should steal it instead.

-Why me?
-Good question.

Jack is paranoid.
He knows I'm having doubts.

He's been watching me very closely.

If he catches me...

NEAL: We all know what will happen.

Don't worry.
I would never let that happen.

Come on.

When you're with Eva, Jack will
disable the security system

and steal the item.

NEAL: It has to be something small
enough to carry out himself

without being noticed.

PETER: Jack will give Eva
the all-clear signonce he has the item.

Then she'll know it's safe
to send you in.

NEAL: Then he'll rig the security just
in timefor you to walk into the exhibit

-and get caught red-handed.
-(ALARM RINGING)

Hold it right there.
I don't have anything.

Jack already stole the item.
The charge will never stick.

Fair point.

Jack and Eva will replace
the real item with a fake.

NEAL: Yeah, you'll steal it, pocket it,
and now you'll be caught red-handed.

GUARD: Got it.

It's a decent plan, except for one thing.

Eva would never do this to me.

You're the one who's been trying to
persuade us that she's a con artist

not to be trusted.

Yeah, and she's a really good con,
with a code.

She would never send me to prison.

That is the ultimate betrayal.

Give me the eagle pen.

What? What're you doing?

I am proving you both wrong.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

I'm glad you're here.

I wasn't sure that you'd show up.

You would never ask a question
you didn't know the answer to.

You knew I'd come.

So, why am I here?

Jack's furious and paranoid.

EVA: He knows there's something
going on between us.

Only simple minds would fail
to see our connection.

He feels threatened by you.

Understandably.

And you know how dangerous
he can be when he's threatened.

No sign of the security box
Jack tampered with.

It must be on another floor.

No sign of Jack here, either.

Well, my guess is he's going after
the target right now.

Let's search those other floors.

You've seen the inventory.
Any idea what he's after?

Victorian jewels, a Fabergé egg,
some sketches by Matisse.

I'd go for the jewels.

No, it's the egg.

Come with me.

Let's leave, together.
Pick up where we left off in Morocco.

Need I remind you, we never
left off in Morocco.

I was left, alone and broke...

So, we'll rewrite the ending,

but no more conning our way
onto cruise ships.

We'll go in style.

I do have a taxi,

-but the ferry ride would be long.
-(LAUGHS)

But we would find a way to pass the time.

Flight's about to land in San Francisco.

-Any word from Diana?
-Not yet. Should hear something soon.

Hey. The security box.

Or we could set off on our adventure
with millions in our pockets.

I won't get that much for my cab.

Jack and I were going to steal
something from this gallery,

but you should do it instead.

Steal it right out from under him.

That is a cruel and brilliant plan.

I... I never should have
expected less.

The wires have been rerouted.

Jack disabled the alarm so
he can pull off the theft.

Then he'll switch the wires back
before Mozzie walks in.

Think you can beat him to the punch?

(EXHALES)

I need to know what I'm stealing.

The uncertainty is aggravating
my dermatitis.

An Easter present from Alexander III
to his lovely wife Maria.

Ah, a Fabergé egg.

They're going for the egg.

See? This is why you need me.

Russian exhibit's on the fourth floor.
That's where Jack has to be.

All right, go.
I got this.

(ALARM RINGING)

FBI!

"Man is the only kind of varmint sets
his own trap, baits it, then steps in it."

PETER: Steinbeck.

Didn't he also say, "You have the right
to remain silent"?

I think that was Sergeant Friday.

Yup, I get those two mixed up.

I want my lawyer.

I haven't gotten to that part yet.

Since you clearly don't need this,
let me take it off your hands.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Now to find his better half.

(ALARM RINGING)

We have to go.

I'm guessing
this wasn't part of your plan.

It's part of yours though, isn't it?

It's safe to assume that by now
the FBI has Jack and the egg.

How much...
How much time do I have?

-Not enough.
-(PANTING)

Well played.

You were a worthy opponent.

You found my weak spot.
You knew I would come if you called.

Somewhere along the line I misjudged.

This plan would've worked five years ago.

Five years ago there would be
no Neal, no Suit for that matter.

By myself, I would've walked
right into your trap.

You're not working alone.

I didn't see that coming.

Five years ago I wouldn't either.

-I'm sorry, Mozzie...
-No, no.

You're not, Eva.

You're conning me to help you escape.

Doesn't mean I'm not sorry.

I would've done it anyway.

My plan includes a very
generous escape hatch.

Unlike you, I live by a code.

The alarms have heightened security.
There are guards at every door.

What do you say about one last con?

After all, they are playing our song.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

We lost the eagle.
What the hell is Mozzie up to?

-EVA: I'm sorry.
-Are you sure this is what you want?

-After all we've shared?
-You know what we have shared?

Nothing but lies and deception.

We're securing this area.
You two can't do this here.

You know what? You're right.
You are absolutely right.

We can't do this anymore. We're always
trying to one-up and outsmart each other.

And you're willing to throw that all away?

You can't find what we have
with someone else.

(CRYING) I know.

That's why we have to say goodbye.

You can't hold me here like a criminal.
I have rights.

-What's going on?
-I have to use the bathroom.

GUARD: I'm not authorized
to let anyone through.

I feel like a caged animal.

-(GASPS)
-That is still such a rush.

I'd ask you to come with me, but...

But you won't ask a question
you don't know the answer to.

Where is she?
Where's Eva?

I don't know.
She got away.

The good ones always do.

We have a suspect on the run.

All units be on the lookout
for Eva Perkins.

He'll never find her.

Well, we got Jack and the egg.
He'll be okay.

-How about you?
-Oh, I'm fine.

I have my bees.

Looks like you're a bachelor again.

You ready to find a new
sweetheart to con?

MOZZIE: Oh, nope. I can't.

I'm taken.

Okay.

Let me guess, no sign of Eva?

Forget Eva. I just got off the phone
with the ASAC in San Francisco.

-The Panthers never showed up.
-What? What happened?

No idea. Damn it!
We almost had them.

Do we know what they were after?

We ran a list of the passengers.
Nothing suspicious.

Diplomats, bank CEOs, people
with access to valuable targets?

-Nothing.
-What about cargo?

We're being stonewalled.

The airline won't confirm
or deny the presence

of anything valuable on the plane.

-Which means there was something.
-Exactly.

Well, I just mobilized half the agents
in San Francisco for nothing,

and now I've got a dozen people
above me demanding answers.

There's something more going on with
the Panthers. Something we're missing.

Well, we better find out
what that is, and soon,

or else this whole thing is going
to blow up on both of us.

-PETER: All right, what's up?
-We have good news.

You know where the Panthers are?

Would you settle for knowing
what they're going after?

Based on Neal's missions
with the Panthers,

we know the big score has something
to do with Braxnet Security.

Because Neal stole the stamp
to clock their security response times.

Right, and Atlas Tech, where he
took the Exodus file from.

So whatever the Panthers are targeting,

it's something these two
companies have in common.

Turns out, both companies have
a long list of government contracts.

When we cross-referenced
their client list, only one remained.

The Panthers are going after the Fed.

And the Fed only handles one thing.

Cash. They're going after cash.

And not just any cash. We know the flight
today was coming from Europe, right?

When Americans travel to Europe, they
exchange American currency for Euros.

That money's collected by
the Central Bank,

then shipped back to the US.

Where, according to the randomizer,
it could be delivered to

any one of 12 airports.

Any city with a Federal Reserve.

I've heard of this.
It's completely classified.

Not even the FBI is kept in the loop.

That's why they use the randomizer.

It ensures no one knows when or
where the money will be delivered

until the day of the shipment.

So where does Braxnet fit
into all of this?

They provide security for the shipment.

The money's held at airport warehouses
until the Fed picks it up

and redistributes it.

How much cash are we talking?

Each shipment contains
as much as $500 million.

And the icing on the cake,
the cash is clean.

Completely untraceable.

The Panthers are going after
half a billion dollars in unmarked cash.

Woodford.

Nice of you to drop by.

Figured I'd return the favor.

Not here to exchange pleasantries, I see.

There's a small problem.

It seems there's a mole in the operation.