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That was a tough case.

It was a multimillion dollar
embezzlement scam.

I'll give that to you, but all you gotta do
is follow the money. Have a quarter?

- Will I get it back?
- Depends. Disappears, can you find it?

- What are you? A party clown?
- Embezzling your quarter.

There's a crime in progress. Solve it.

It's in your right pocket.

- You didn't make the switch. Case closed.
- How'd you know?

- I kept my eye on the quarter.
- See? All you gotta do is follow the money.

You're brilliant
but we've got a new case. Neal.

Thank you.

Since when do we handle murders?

Since it's linked to corporate espionage.

- The victim worked for Novice Systems.
- Tech firm?

Yeah. They manufacture everything
from cell phones to supercomputers.

Meet Joseph Hayes.

He was Novice's lead R&D specialist.
Dropped dead of a heart attack.

What was he carrying?
- A next-gen quantum microprocessor.

- Anybody know what that is?
- Sure.

- It's a very small tool.
- Tool for binary code breaking.

Novice was vying for a defense contract
with several competitors.

According to their PR,
Hayes had a functioning prototype...

which put them in the lead
of that competition.

- How do we know he was murdered?
Toxicology report.

There was digitalis in his bloodstream.

Somebody killed him, stole the prototype.

Any suspects?
- Wesley Kent, founder and CEO.

He's pointing fingers at his competitors.

But according to N.Y.P.D.,
he had an after-hours meeting...

on his calendar with Hayes
the night that he died.

His initial statement contradicted
the timeline from the coroner's report.

- Kent's hiding something.
Looks like it.

That's why I'm sending someone
in undercover to the company.

- I know a bit about corporate culture, so...
- Sit down.

Novice has its annual audit scheduled
for the beginning of next week.

It's a perfect opportunity for us
to get the access we haven't been allowed.

Kent is expecting an accountant
from Bainfield Financial...

to show up at his offices.

Well, if I'm not going in, who is?

Peter Lassen, CPA, at your service.

I thought you joined the FBI
to avoid number crunching.

Glad your accounting degree
hasn't gone to waste.

I was recruited
by several Fortune 500 companies.

- Single or double Windsor?
- Single.

It's hard to picture you
at a big financial firm.

- Been a life changer.
- That's true.

Alternate universe,
you'd be wearing power ties...

doing power lunches,
flying corporate jets.

- Doubt we'd have ever met.
- Well, maybe.

- Under different circumstances.
- That's true.

- You might've robbed company.
- Yeah. You could've had a mansion.

I like my house.

Horses, a stable in the Hamptons.

I've got a dog.

- No regrets, huh?
- No.

I've got the Bureau. I've got Elizabeth.

No. No regrets.

- Bainfield putting you up?
- Yeah.

Company booked me
in a suite at a four-star hotel.

- Impressive.
- Yeah.

Almost as impressive as your getting
Kate's flight recorder data.

That's right. Sara told me.

- lf you're working on this so am I.
- I'm not working on anything.

Which means Mozzie's working on it.
I want somebody from my team involved.

- Peter, he is not...
- No protests.

We are working on this together.

- All right, who did you have in mind?
- Diana.

- What? She'll eat him alive.
- Well, he's not much of a meal.

I want you to arrange a meeting.

- Are you sure this...?
- Go.

Heh. I look good.

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Peter Lassen.

Can I see your bag, please?

The basket is for your phone.

I'm Ellen Samuel,
Mr. Kent's personal assistant.

Sorry, but we can't risk our visitors
leaving with any information.

I understand.

Pick up your phone and laptop
on your way out.

And if you'll just follow me, Mr.
Kent would like a word before you start.

- After you.
- Thank you.

Sorry, we can't give you
your own swipe key.

They're for employees only.

Executive offices
are just around the corner.

Mr. Kent, this is Mr. Lassen.

- Mr. Kent, pleasure to meet you.
- Wesley, please.

- Mind if I call you Peter? Good.
- No, not at all.

You're gonna be with us for the week,
might as well work on a first-name basis.

Ha, ha. Most CEOs aren't as welcoming
to an external auditor.

Well, you're just looking at our books.

Armagnac, my daily vice.

I thought that we could, uh, drink
to your new home for the week.

Ah. Sorry, but not on the job.

Suit yourself.

I'll be coordinating
with my team at Bainfield.

The first thing I'll need to send to them
are expense reports from your senior staff.

Whatever you want we will provide.

And Miss Samuels is at your service.

If you could just show me
where to set up.

- I'm sorry?
- My office, where is it?

Peter...

this is your office.

We all want the same thing, all right?

Now if we can come together,
together being the key word...

we can move forward.

Look, if I'm gonna spend my time working
with Lady Suit, it better be worth it.

If I'm gonna spend my time
supervising your pocket-size pal...

he better watch what he says.

- Why are you even here?
- My boss asked me. You?

- Uh, because Neal asked me.
- So Neal's your boss?

Hey, I answer to no one, Nancy Drew.

- I already have one fed in my life.
- I've got plenty of crooks.

Hey. We need to find Fowler.

Kate tried to contact him
after Peter showed up at the hangar.

He's the only one who can tell us
what really happened. Please.

Fine. But I have rules.

You have rules?

You will meet me with all the pertinent
files at a time and place of my choosing.

I will contact you via express courier.
You will receive a package.

In that package will be a sonnet
giving clue to our rendezvous point.

- You want to send me a sonnet?
- Yeah.

I don't do scavenger hunts or poems.

- This is Jones.
- Go.

- I can handle this.
- I don't get handled.

Guys, please, adults.

Hey.

- We good?
- Yeah, we're good.

Warrant came through
for the Novice hard drive.

So we'll be looking
for anything relevant to Hayes.

- Come on, Peter. Where are you?
- And an index of your earnings report.

- Anything else?
- I'm fine.

- Coffee?
- Sure, coffee.

- Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato?
- Regular coffee's fine.

- Do you have a preferred blend?
- Just plain old coffee.

We have Brazil Bourbon Santos...

a Panamanian Boquette,
and an Ethiopian Sidamo.

I prefer the Mediterranean espresso.

The beans are imported
from the Cafe Vivace in Rome.

- Italian roast?
- Mm.

Ahem. Yeah, let's go with that one.

Remote access? Well done.

Timbuktu software Peter installed...

just gave me access
to the entire Novice database.

All I have to do
is get around the service firewalls.

And we're in.

That was fast.

A catalogued index
of our earnings reports.

Excellent.

- Here's your espresso.
- Thank you.

Got it.

I assume you have everything.
- I do now.

Yeah, that's good.

- Can you see me?
I can.

Look at us being a modern couple.

I know.

Okay, so how's the room?

Oh, not a room, honey. It's a suite.

See for yourself.

- Looks pretty fantastic.
- Wait a minute.

Look at this view. Look at it.

There's a button
that opens the curtains automatically.

- Wow.
- And I've got a baby grand.

Well, it looks
like you have everything you need.

Well, not everything.

Let me show you
the best part of the room.

You.

Oh. Thanks for bringing me along.
Now get back to work.

- I miss you.
- Miss you back.

Anybody see you?
No.

Through the service entrance.
Sweep the place?

- Minute I walked in. It's clean.
- Phew. Nice digs, Peter.

- You picked the wrong universe to live in.
- No.

No. No, stay out of there.

Six bucks for a candy bar.

Yeah, it's on the tab.

- Embrace your hypothetical self.
- I don't do hypothetical.

- Oh, we speculate all the time.
- On our cases, not on my life choice.

- No touching, come on.
- What do you have?

Didn't get anything on Kent...

but Jones found something
pretty interesting on Hayes' computer.

Failed password attempts.

The day Hayes died,
someone tried to access his office desktop.

They tried variations on his birthday...

song titles,
and the name of the dog he had as a kid.

Somebody had a close relationship
with him.

- Looks like Novice has a mole.
- All right.

Kent and his upper management can access
any e-mail account that they want.

- They wouldn't go fishing for a password.
- We can rule them out.

Well, we need to dig
into the junior execs.

Since I'm the auditor, I can't be hanging
around the water cooler...

but maybe you could.

You're sending me in?

- How?
- Kent's kissing my butt.

He wants a clean audit so badly...

that maybe he'd hire a friend of mine
who's looking for work in marketing.

- You think you can land the job?
- Marketing?

I can do marketing.

I had Westen Farms conduct a poll on what
people found pleasing in cereal bowls.

Know what people like to see?

- What?
- Raisins.

- Raisins?
- Well, a finite amount of raisins.

Market research gave us the key formula.
Six to one flake to raisin ratio.

I made sure every box
we packaged met that standard.

- Sales went through the roof.
Wow.

That's how you got this job?
Breakfast cereal?

Well, ready-to-at cereal market,
10.7 billion last year.

Ha, ha. Right.
With the little plastic prizes in the box.

Yeah. That's billion with a B.

But tech's where it's at, dog.

That's why I want to talk to you guys.
Get some pointers.

Want to grab some drinks later?

Well, we've already booked a dinner
at Drayton's, so...

- Oh, you should come.
- Jessica.

Screw you, Trent.

- Andrew? See?
- Yeah, fine with me.

Fine. You can play the game.

- He can play the game?
What's the game?

It's a tradition we have here.
Called credit card roulette.

Go out. Run up a nice tab.

Throw all our company cards on the table,
and let the server pick one.

- And that card foots the bill.
- It blows your budget for the month.

- You up for it?
- Lock and load, Trent.

Mr. Danbury. George.
The auditor would like to see you.

He spoke to Accounting and
has some questions about your 2009 W2s.

Uh-oh. Excuse me.
See you guys later.

- I don't like him.
- You don't like anyone, Trent.

- I like Andrew.
- Because I owe you money, Trent.

Thank you.

You are stepping up in the world.

Well, it's not really my office.

- Oh, can it be mine?
- You already have a workspace.

Oh, yeah, I get a cubicle.
You get a palace.

- I work harder.
- Yeah.

- Hat. How's the Marketing department?
- Oh, a nice blend of smarmy and suspicious.

I'll narrow it down later.

- I'm meeting everyone for dinner tonight.
- Oh.

- Espresso?
- I've always liked espresso.

No more ugly FBI mugs for you.

I think you missed your calling.

- Tiny cup, big office, expensive suits.
- Ugly mugs are fine.

Don't fight your instincts.
Embrace yourself.

- You done?
- I can keep going.

You're done.

- What time is dinner tonight?
- Nine. What are you thinking?

If we do have a mole,
we might be able to bait him.

- You're good at chitchat.
- Want me to spread gossip?

Tell everyone that you noticed
I was looking into Hayes' files.

Maybe I found something interesting.

You found something on the dead guy.

- Our mole will poke around your office.
- Yeah, make him come to us.

I'm on it.

How much was the smoked squab?

More than the lobster tartine, Trent.

- Which is why I had to raise you with Opus.
- Uh, three bottles of Opus.

No matter who loses,
someone's gonna answer to Accounting.

- Or Kent himself.
- I haven't met him yet.

The only thing you need to know...

is he likes the high life
as much as quarterly profits.

And he also likes his daily Armagnac.

Buying him a bottle every now and then
will help you stay on his good side.

Thanks for the tip.

- So, uh, what's up with the hat?
- Oh.

That's just my humble assault
on the commonplace.

I like it.
- Kind of weird.

So, um, what happened with Joseph Hayes?

He was head of R&D, right?
He was working on the quantum processor.

I mean, somebody told me
he was murdered.

Uh, why do you care?

Oh. When I was in auditor's office,
Hayes' file was on his desk.

- Why is the auditor looking into Hayes?
- I don't know.

He had all your files too.

- Are you serious?
Yeah.

Oh, here comes the bill.

Ahem. Well, all right.

What's the damage?
- What is it?

Ooh. Ouch. Two thousand.

- So hat guy, in or out?
- Oh, I'm in.

All right.

- Booyah.
Whoa!

Shaking it up. Oh, I'm not looking.

I'm not looking.

You do the honors?

Hey, uh, pick a winner, honey.

Ooh. I guess you win, Trent.

Ha, ha.
- That's great. Yeah, I owe you.

Hope that bonus comes through.

Gotcha.

Jessica.

George, hey. Heh. You surprised me.

Really? You don't like surprises?

- What are you doing here?
- Working late.

What about you?
What are you doing in the auditor's office?

You told me the auditor
was looking into us.

I don't like anyone looking into my life,
personally or professionally.

It's a little hypocritical considering
your current position, don't you think?

You said you were working late.
What is it?

I needed to see R&D's field studies
on product launch.

- Oh, those are in Records on 12.
- Twelve?

- Mm-hm.
- Got it.

So, uh, why didn't you call security?
You could've reported me.

I'm here after hours.
I could be up to anything.

Which means
you could probably report me too.

Well, I won't tell if you won't.

You're probably asleep right now.

Oh, I know it's too late for coffee,
but this is Ethiopian Sidamo.

And it's not decaf. And it's delicious.

I know I'll be tossing all night,
which would probably drive you crazy...

if you were here or I was there.

Yup.

This could've been my life.

Any regrets?

No.

But it's not all that bad.

Coffee's good,
and we should think about silk sheets.

I never saw myself as a robe guy,
but I don't know.

When in Rome...

Room service.

I love you.

Coming.

Look at you.

Staying in character
in case I'm one of Kent's minions?

All right. What do you have?

- She took the bait.
- Hmm.

Jessica Breslin.

She's been at the company
for the last 14 months.

When did Novice put in its bid
for the defense contract?

Eighteen months ago.

It's possible she's spying
for one of their competitors.

- Could lead us to who she's working for.
Room service.

Uh, yeah, come on in.

- Keeping up appearances?
- A man has to eat.

- Your Kobe steak, sir.
Ah. Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

Nothing but the best for Peter Lassen,
CPA extraordinaire.

You're jealous I got the penthouse
and you got the paperwork.

It's true. Up is down, black is white.

Well, let's focus on Jessica.

She's been sending out
a lot more mail since Hayes died.

Most of it to a PO box in White Plains.

Company doesn't do business
in White Plains.

Exactly.

I'll have Jones get a warrant
for that PO box.

Get a chance
to check out Jessica's office, take it.

Sure.

Huh.
What's that?

Looks like Kent's inviting me
to dinner tomorrow night.

Ooh. Look at that.
Wow, this smells delicious.

- Do you want some?
- No, I'm good.

- You sure?
- Ah. Ate before I came.

Oh, you had some Kobe as well?
- Yup.

Look at that. Okay.

What is Kobe beef?

Are you ready yet?

I have a process.
I didn't even get to write my sonnet yet.

You have OCD.

- Uh, some might call it "highly attentive."
- Huh.

Okay.
I did a full background check on Fowler.

There's been no hits on his credit cards,
bank accounts, or passport.

I've showed you mine,
you show me yours.

- Don't ever say that again.
- Understood.

This is all we have on him.

This is just Fowler's resignation
from the Bureau.

Yeah. As of five weeks ago.

OPR booted him,
swept the whole thing under the rug.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, no. Not at all.

You're but a welcome
and striking reprieve...

from the bureaucratic oppression
in my midst.

- Ha, ha. Isn't he charming?
- He has a way with words.

Yes, he does.
I wanted to speak to you for a moment.

Peter gave me some forms...

regarding Neal's housing arrangements
and I'm not sure that I understand them.

- Oh, sure.
- Please.

Of course you can't understand them.

Bureaucracy has a vested interest
in creating the chaos in which they exist.

- Right here.
Oh, yeah, yeah.

It says that you can set
Neal's curfew if you want.

You can establish procedure
you deem appropriate...

for preventing a criminal relapse.
Hmm.

I think Neal is doing just fine.

- We'll talk later.
- Okay.

- Bye, Mozzie.
- Bye, June.

I gotta get back to my office in 20 minutes.
I need copies of every statement you have.

Oh, of course. I'll e-mail them to you.

Lunch?
Yup.

I just need to look over
the Kensington proposal.

It's five minutes.
Why don't you do it yourself.

Oh, come on, I have an interview...

- Hey. Good.
How are you doing today?

Jessica is putting together intel
on Wesley Kent.

She's digging
into his travel arrangements.

- What does she want with the CEO?
- He has got to be another target.

Jones got our warrant.

He's gonna get ahold of me
as soon as he gets to White Plains.

We find anything incriminating,
I'm bringing her down.

- Where are you headed?
- Oh, business lunch.

Hey.

All right, let's make this quick.
I need to get back to the office.

First week, you're already a corporate shill?
My condolences on your departed integrity.

- How did it go with Diana?
- I saw some sheet music in her briefcase.

Maybe she's learning the violin.

It was Mozart's Piano Sonata No.2 in F
from 1775.

The year the music box was made.

- Need I go on?
- I'm sure you will.

I will. There's no historical record
of what song it's playing.

The only way she would know it's Mozart
is if she's heard it.

Peter trusts Diana and I trust him.

Could be something, could be nothing.

I just thought you should know.

Also, you got a tail.

Yeah, I noticed a couple blocks back.

Listen, I'll worry about my shadow.
In the meantime, stay close to Diana.

Why don't I have coffee with Hughes?

You're a hero, Mozz.

Jessica.

Who do you work for, with Kent?

No, no, I'm with the FBI.

I was sent to find out
if you murdered Hayes.

- I didn't murder Joseph.
- Then who did?

That's what I wanna find out.

Your handgun was registered
to Joseph Hayes.

You wanna explain that?

- Joseph and I were close.
- You were seeing each other?

Yes, but we couldn't tell anyone.

What about the project
he was working on?

- The microprocessor?
- Mm-hm.

He said he was close
to a functioning prototype.

Kent claimed the prototype
was already working.

He lied.

Let's focus on you for a second.

Why did you break
into Hayes' e-mail account?

Rummage through his desktop?

The day before he was murdered,
Joseph was acting different.

He said someone was following him.

He said not to tell anyone what I knew,
then gave me the gun.

And you started playing detective?

Kent murdered someone I care about and
I would do anything to make sure he pays.

Look, he's been taking trips, okay?
By himself, under the guise of business.

- Eastern Europe, China, no one knows why.
- You were trying to find out?

I was trying to get into Kent's office.
I've been seeing garbage bins coming out.

He's been destroying documents...

shredding them
and then putting them in burn bags.

What would it take to get in there?

All right, let's start with the good news.

Tech lab has a remote scanner...

that they can attach to the head
of Kent's shredder.

Makes a copy
before it shreds anything, nice.

- Something wrong with your coffee?
- No.

- You've been spoiled.
- It's fine.

The bad news is
getting the scanner in place.

Kent's office is tough.
Not even building security has clearance.

The only people allowed inside
are Kent and his assistant.

Which is also good news...

because at lunch,
no one will be on the entire floor.

These are the key cards...

that give them access
to top floor of the building.

We can't duplicate them.

Kent also has...

voice-activated security system
that unlocks the door to his office.

It opens and responds to his voice only.

- Do we know what the password is?
- Thanks to your friend Jessica, we do.

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

"Every man is the artisan
of his own fortune."

Now, I have Jones looking through
on-air interviews with Kent...

seeing if he can string together
some audio clip.

Yeah, well, I doubt he speaks
a dead language when he does press.

- Can we get Kent to say it into a recorder?
- Well, I've got an idea.

Your dinner with Kent.
All right, I like it.

Mr. Kent, good to see you.

I told you to call me Wesley.

- Yes, you did.
- Ha, ha.

- Drink?
- Uh...

Oh, Peter, please,
I insist you treat yourself.

You're not on the job now, are you?

- Scotch and soda.
- There we go.

- I appreciate the invite.
Well, it's the least I can do.

- Believe me, I wish I could do more.
- Oh, I'm fine, really.

How would you like
to come work for me?

A member of my finance committee
is stepping down in a couple of months.

It's a very lucrative position.

I'm in the middle of auditing your company
and you're offering work?

Well, I've seen your credentials.

Peter Lassen looks damn good on paper, but
he would look even better in my offices.

I've already got a job.

No.

No, working for Novice
is more than a job.

It's an achievement.
It's a new beginning.

Hence the name of your corporation.

Ah. You know your Latin.

I understand the etymology of novice.

It's synonymous with the newly arrived,
unique and original.

I also know a few other words.

"Give me the facts
and I will give you the law."

You want the facts?

I want incentive, details.

Okay.

What I'm working on right now...

is gonna set up the company
and everyone in it for life.

- Look, I'm a self-made guy.
- So am I.

And I believe that every man makes
his own fortune with a good decision.

The politician, Caecus,
he had a saying for that, didn't he?

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

"Every man is an artisan
to his own fortune."

Amen.

He offered you a job?
- I got what we needed.

Yeah, but, Peter, think of all
the tiny cups you could own.

Kent's meeting his R&D team today at 1.

- Think you can snatch one of those cards?
- Ah. Won't be a problem.

- How's Jessica?
- She put her game face on.

Time for you to do the same.

I did, I told him I would put it
on the desk for next Tuesday.

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

So how did you even get in there?

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

There's some pretty fun toys
around here.

So have they found anything yet?

Well, agents are going
through the latest scans now.

We're gonna find something.

You know, even if you arrest him,
it won't change what happened.

I understand.

I don't think you do.

Do you know how Joseph died?
How he was poisoned?

This chemical...

it drops the heart rate,
spikes the blood pressure.

You can't see.

And a few minutes later, you can't feel.
You're dead.

You can't think about that.

It's all I can think about.

If someone took away
the person you loved...

wouldn't you want them
to know how it feels?

Be right back.

He must have known you were coming.

We just pulled this from the shredder
in Kent's office.

This is Hayes' prototype.

Yeah, and it never worked.

Kent tried to make it look like espionage
and he had the damn thing the whole time.

This is the cover-up.

Neal, I think I know
why Hayes was killed.

Found another document in the shredder.

It's addressed to an unnamed foreign
intelligence agency to arrange a meeting.

The trips he has been taking.

Kent knew he wouldn't win the contract
from our country in time.

He decided to sell his device
to another government.

- It's treason for profit.
- Hayes didn't want any part of that.

That's why Kent killed him.

And corporate espionage
is the perfect cover.

Made it look like a competitor
stole the working product.

Company saves face.

If a foreign government turns up
with it later...

Kent is in the clear, Hayes stays silent.

How do we prove it
when Kent hasn't committed treason yet?

He has committed murder.

The CEO is concerned about anyone
finding out what he's really up to.

Maybe Hayes talked to someone
before he died.

You want to use Jessica as bait?

I'm meeting Kent in the afternoon.

Maybe I can hint to him
she knows something.

- He'll come after her.
- And when he does, we take him down.

Think she's up to it?

She's certainly driven.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

I'm not sure
if she wants revenge or justice.

I can't blame her either way.

You have empathy for that woman.

What if I do?

There's a right way to do things
and a wrong way.

Revenge is the wrong way.
It's short sighted and it's dangerous.

- What's justice then?
- It's restoring order, not furthering chaos.

You kept that recording data from me.

- Hope you don't have any more secrets.
- Likewise.

You talk to Diana lately?

- Not today.
- Trust her?

As much as you trust your friend.
Is there a problem?

What happens if we do find Fowler?
What comes next?

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Together.

Now let's prep the team
for what we have today.

Hey, it's time.

You know the drill?

We meet as planned
and then we go to the safe house.

Right, there's no reason to be nervous.

I'm not. See you outside.

An advance copy of my report.

Your company
has nothing to worry about.

Well, this is cause for celebration.

There is one other thing
about one of your staff members.

Uh, Jessica Breslin was involved...

with one of your former employees
in Research and Development.

- Joseph Hayes.
- How do you know this?

Cross referenced expense reports
between your workers...

to see if any
were in league to bilk funds.

Apparently, the two of them shared
a hotel room a few weeks in a row.

When I confronted Miss Breslin about it,
she asked me not to say anything.

I thought you might want to deal
with her appropriately.

Well, I will take care of Ms. Breslin.

Now, more importantly,
have you thought any more about my offer?

I hate to sound like a broken record,
but I've already got a job.

Ah. Okay, well, if you change your mind...

I appreciate that, Wesley.

You on the job?
- It is after 6.

I won't tell anyone.

Mm.

Hey, doing okay?

An agent will be here any second.

She's gonna need your phone and all
forms of ID for the protection detail.

Pretty calm for somebody
who is about to go into hiding.

Huh. I thought I was supposed
to be relieved.

- Hello?
- Are you sitting down?

- What is it, Mozz?
- Sitting or standing?

I'm standing.

Then you better hold on to something.

I did some additional checking.
Peter knows Diana has the box.

- What? - I didn't want
to say until I was sure.

But the trail for the box
just goes cold with him, Neal.

There can't be any
other explanation.

Neal?

I'll call you back.

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

- Why do you have this?
- Um, I found it on your desk...

You were in Kent's office.
What did you do, Jessica?

I want him to know how it feels to die
the way Joseph died.

Poisoned him? How?

His daily vice, the Armagnac.

Peter is in there with him.

What is this?

There is a powder on this.

I gotta get to the phone
and call 911.

- Hey, I need to get to the top floor.
- Nobody gets to the top floor.

- This is an emergency.
- What's the emergency?

- Please.
- I've got to check with Mr. Kent...

Yes, good, yes, check with Kent.

Hey.

Stop.

Call 911.

Get back here. I will call the police.

Good, call the paramedics.

You need to exit the elevator, sir.

- Will you send me to Kent's floor?
No.

Then I can't.

This is Alpha 2 in the lobby.
Where's my backup?

On the way, sir.

How much time do we have?
Is there an antidote?

- I don't know.
- How much time did Hayes have?

- I don't know.
- Come on, Kent, think.

This is the same poison
that you gave him.

You met with him.
You gave him something to drink.

And then he died.
Now, how much time passed?

Who are you?

How much time, Kent?
How much time, Kent?

I... I don't...

I don't know, 15?

- Fifteen, 20...
- What?

I don't...

Fifteen minutes.

Peter!

Peter.

Come on.

It's gonna be okay.

Stay with me, all right?

- Hang in there.
- Kent.

No, Peter, don't have time.

- You can't leave him.
- Come on.

- You are dying, Peter!
- Neal.

We don't leave anybody behind.

Heart stopped. I need the epinephrine.

- All right, coming.
Are you loaded?

Clear.

What, what...? What are you doing?

You confessed to a federal agent.

You're under arrest for the murder
of Joseph Hayes.

You can't be serious.

"You give me the facts,
I'll give you the law."

Thanks, Di.

I'm not the only one
who makes dumb decisions.

Saving Kent?

Taking this innocent-till-proven-guilty
thing too far.

If he lives or dies, it's not my call.

Whose is it?

You do what's right.
Let the pieces fall where they fall.

"Do what's right."

She said she didn't mean
to hurt Peter.

She had no idea he would be having
a drink with Kent.

What happens to her now?

Gotta charge her with attempted murder.
She can't just walk away from this.

Looking good.

Feeling better.
I got a clean bill of health this morning.

You know,
there's a coffee shop blocks away.

I hear they make nice espresso.

This tastes just fine to me.

Oh, come on,
you can't tell me you don't miss it.

The imported beans,
the giant office and swanky suite.

All right, I'm gonna humor you
for a second.

What if I went corporate
right after college?

Best-case scenario,
I became a millionaire.

- Sounds like a pretty good scenario.
- Mm.

One with a flip side.
What if I never joined the FBI?

- Would have made my life easier.
- Yeah, mine too.

But what if 12 years ago...

I was never assigned
to an art-gallery scam downtown?

What if I never met
this assistant manager?

No, there are more important things
in life than a nice view.

Like having people in your life
you care about.

I don't want to imagine the man
I would be without those people.

I like the man I am.

"Do what's right."

Yeah. Heh.

You lied to me about the music box.
I know you still have it.

- How did...
- Mozzie found the sheet music.

It wasn't hard from there.
You want to talk about it?

- lf you're ready to listen.
- I wanna see it.

I didn't tell you anything
for your own protection.

I don't know what you're gonna do,
neither do you.

I know my options.

Revenge or justice, right?

Neal, as long as I'm involved,
it's gonna be the latter.

What if justice isn't good enough?

It has to be.

It will be.

What did you find?

There's a piece of the box
still missing, right here.

At first, I thought it was one
of the cherubs that had broken off.

But if you look more closely,
it hasn't broken off.

It's a keyhole.
The missing piece is a key.

Which you have.

No more secrets, Peter.

No more secrets.

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