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You're wearing an ascot.

You know, the Duke of Windsor considered
an ascot to be elegant morning-wear.

Great, if this were 1874.

Or you're about to open
that Shackleton brandy you intercepted.

I'm not allowed to look debonair?

On your way to undercut that antiques
dealer? Making your bookie pay...

for tea at the Carlyle?
- You know this, what you're doing...

projecting your boredom with your
humdrum 9-to-5 existence onto my day...

where I am free to color outside
the lines as I choose.

Don't let me stop you, Picasso.

If you'll excuse me,
I have somewhere important to be.

A.B. Tattersall?

Read his last one in a day
and then couldn't sleep.

The murderer tips off the detective,
then gets caught in his own double-cross.

He's a master of denouement.
I'll lend it to you.

Ah. I will try not to drop it
in the bathtub this time.

Good morning, Gina.

Good morning, Mozzie.

I like your tie thing.

- You know, orange is my favorite color.
- Really?

I had no idea.

Ha, ha. Whole wheat toast...

half a grapefruit
and soft-boiled egg coming right up.

So which of our fair city's bounties
did you explore this weekend?

I just picked up shifts.

You'll have to tell me about
your adventures.

No, no, I can't say.

Mozzie, do you really have friends
at the FBI?

You know I'm not able to speak to that.

I'm serious. Do you?

That's a definite maybe.

Hi, Vince, Mike.

Do you guys need a table?

You got a break coming up?

I'll just close out.

Mozzie, I'm gonna take my break
a little early today.

Uh, do you need a refill?

Gina, is everything okay?

Know what you should really read?
Snap of the Twig.

I got really caught up in it.

Good work, everyone. We're closing in.

Whoever cracks this identity-theft ring
on the Upper East Side wins this:

My Quantico pen.
Don't make them like this anymore.

The victims used their credit cards
at a silent auction last month.

Check the list of who worked the event.

Produce, dry-cleaning, gyms,
all set up on monthly accounts.

Maybe someone got in this way.

Well, it's written all over their faces.

What? They share a dermatologist.

Someone from the office
is selling patient information.

I want that pen.

Blake, run indices on all these, starting with Dr.
Botox and his office staff.

When I get back from lunch with Elizabeth,
let's see who gets the pen.

Mozz, what are you...?
No names.

What are you doing in a federal building
dressed like Truman Capote?

- Wanna explain why you're here?
- I have a friend in need.

Girl from the diner?

- You know about Gina?
Yes, I...

- No, no, no.
Sorry.

Yes, I know about the girl.

I don't know why you wore an ascot
to meet with her.

Oh, Gina likes orange.

And she's in trouble.

- What kind of trouble?
- The serious kind.

Two guys came into the diner.

Gina got really nervous
and she told me to read a book.

Wow, that's definitely cause for alarm.

Neal, it was Snap of the Twig,
and she knows I already read it.

- That's your proof?
- You sound like the suit.

Right before she walked out of the diner,
she asked me if I knew anyone in the FBI.

Oh, uh, my friend is very claustrophobic.

He could get violent.

- It's okay. It's okay.
Don't get near me. Don't get near me.

At this rate, I have to kiss my wife,
put her in a cab...

and grab a hot dog on my way back.

Finally.

Excuse me. Watch your back.

Obviously the universe is trying
to rob me of my lunch hour.

Look, let's give it 24 hours. If she...

We might not have 24 hours.

Do you know what the plot
of Snap of the Twig is?

It's about a girl who gets in too deep
and ends up being kidnapped.

She says she really got caught up in it.

Do you guys smell that?

Is that burning insulation?

Oh, sometimes these things can just:

Gina was trying to send me a message.
It was a cry for help.

This isn't the kind of case Peter
normally handles, if it's even a case.

They owe me, Neal.

I've never even asked
for one favor before.

Okay, I'll look into it.

- Can you give me Gina's last name?
- Oh, and then some.

This is a little creepy.

Oh, that's nothing.

Took long enough.

You guys do know we have stairs, right?

How's the first week going?

Better than Harvard and Quantico combined.
Psyched to be on Burke's team.

- Guy's a legend.
- He is.

By the way, I got a name to add to
that list he gave you: Gina DeStefano.

I'll run it right after lunch.

Any way you can run it now?

Turns out to be the one,
you get that pen.

- I get the pen?
- Yeah. Come on.

Here's her phone records.
- Interesting.

Gina makes calls from the cell phone
at the same time every day. Text too.

But not today. It all stops at 9:15.

Bank and credit cards.

No ATM withdrawals,
the cards are quiet.

Does this woman
work for the dermatologist?

I like the way you think.

Gina's been taken. I just know it.

- Maybe she's sick in bed.
- No one goes off the grid like this.

You make a file
and don't get her address?

I don't just go around looking up people.
I'm not some kind of a stalker.

She's unlisted. There is a line, Neal.

Well, the FBI crossed it for you.

And now what do we do?

- You could knock.
- I can't knock.

She's unlisted.
How do I explain how I found her?

I'll do it. I'll tell her I'm
looking for the last tenant.

- Oh, don't.
- She doesn't know who I am.

Ever wonder why
you've never been introduced?

She meets you and suddenly
I become the quirky friend.

What do you suggest, Mozz?

There you go. What are you...?

Oh, my God.

This is really mature.

Anything?

This does not bode well.

Peephole reverser.

Her place is trashed.

God. We gotta get in there.

You better start thinking of ways
to convince Peter...

this falls under exigent circumstances.

Bite, chew three times, swallow, think.

Honey, you're either having
a gastronomic epiphany or it's a case.

It's Neal.

- There was this thing with the elevator.
- Thing?

When he stepped off, he was shifty.

Uh-oh. I know how you are with shifty.

No...

You know what? You're right, you're right.
Enough about Neal.

- This is our last lunch together for a week.
- You gonna survive without me?

Did you forget I did the cooking
when we first met?

I have the takeout menus in the drawer.

- That's what I love about you.
- Ha, ha.

- Oh, sorry, honey.
- That's okay.

- Agent Blake, don't you eat lunch?
- Yes, sir.

Thought you'd wanna know
Caffrey was right about the dermatologist.

But there's no connection
with that other name he had me run.

Oh, right. The name Neal had you run.

- What was it again?
- Gina DeStefano.

Gina DeStefano?

Well, hold on, Blake.

When Mozzie was sweeping the house,
he mentioned some waitress...

he was bonding with over mystery novels,
I think that's her.

Yup, Blake, keep monitoring.
I'll be back soon.

Mozzie has a crush?

It happens. Ha, ha.

Coffee table askew,
clothes put back upside down.

- Work of an amateur.
- Well, you're right.

- Someone was looking for something.
- Hey, look at this.

I made this for Gina.

Wordplay.

Hope you used protection.

She likes codes.

And she kept it.

To use when she files a restraining order?

Uh, Mozz.

Boyfriend.

He's folically and vertically challenged
like me.

Only better.

Hey, he's a version of you.

Prints. If we find any,
I can run them back at the office.

- Gloves?
- Always.

Thanks.

Neal, I'll bet you a first-edition
Faulkner...

that those two goons from the diner
have a rap sheet from here to New Jersey.

Oh, here. Brush.

- Drawers?
Yeah.

Ah, come on.

No prints.
Looks like this place has been wiped.

- Someone left a message in fingerprints.
- Gina.

That's from The Harpist's Revenge.

- Call in the cavalry.
- Wait, wait a second, Mozz.

Sal's. That's a cigar bar down
by your chess club.

Well, so, what are we waiting for?
This is a kidnapping.

Time is of the essence.

- Uh, Patty Hearst?
- Yeah.

This little guy gets on at 19...

works the camera angles
to avoid detection.

- And of course we know this little guy.
- Yes, we do.

I'm surprised he got this close
to the office.

What do we know about
Gina DeStefano?

Thirty-four years old, U.S. citizen.

- She's still a waitress?
At Margo's Diner.

- Thanks.
Good girl, no record.

Today's cell use was unusually silent until
she made a call about a half-hour ago.

We traced that number back
to Tommy Barnes.

Multiple incoming and
outgoing calls. Probably a boyfriend.

Tommy's not so squeaky clean.
Priors for B and E, selling stolen merch.

- Works as a limo driver.
- Could be an errand boy...

for one of those numbers rings
we've kept an eye on the east side.

Peter, look at this.

- Where are Neal and Mozzie?
- Problem?

Pull Caffrey's tracking detail.
Already on it.

Peter, what's going on?

Look who Tommy's linked to.

Cristofer Navarro.

I need someone to find out where
Caffrey is right now.

I'll keep watch.
All right.

Hurry up.
I'm hurrying, Mozz.

Enough.

I don't care about a girl.

I care about my money.

Our driver drops off a package,
walks out with 100,000 cash. My cash.

In Colombia, we all go for a walk
in the jungle right about now.

So that's what we do.

Really, Vince? We go for a walk
in the jungle to get my money back?

Yeah, but it's a park.

You reached Neal.
Big Brother's watching. Leave a message.

Text him. Neal and Mozzie better
not get involved in Navarro's business.

He has a low tolerance for outsiders.

Someone's in here.

Open it.

Let's do this face-to-face.

He's going for the roof.

Everything all right in here?

We're closed for business.

Special Agent Burke, FBI.

Got a report someone broke in here.

Thought I'd do my duty
and stop a crime in progress, but I see...

you men are already on that.

If this man entered your place
of business illegally...

you have every right to press charges.

I care deeply about the trees.

I don't wanna waste paper on this guy.

And don't worry, officer.

We all have permits for these guns.

I'll be back another time
to check those permits.

I can understand why the proprietor
of a cigar lounge is so heavily armed.

You never know who you're gonna find
in your humidor.

Where's the little guy?

Mozz.

Come on out.

Suit, I must say your timing
is impeccable.

You two can fill me in from the beginning
back at the Bureau.

- He wants me to go to the Bureau?
- Yeah, Mozz.

If you want the FBI's help,
you gotta go to the Bureau.

Just do it for Gina.

- You know what they do to guys like me?
- I do, Mozz. I do.

One foot in front of the other.

Come on, Mozz.

Mozz?

Do you need some coffee?

Hello?

Rain Man, whoo, come on, let's go.

You're okay.

Thanks.

All right.

That's what you'd expect me to do.

All right, this is not a game.

That guy that you walked in on,
Cristofer Navarro, Colombian...

washed his hands of drugs,
moved on to weapons and racketeering.

Knows his way around a machete
and a handgun.

He's been on our radar for a long time.

How'd he get on yours?

An acquaintance of mine left Margo's Diner
this morning and has not been seen since.

He was worried,
so we stopped by her apartment.

- We found a clue.
- When we dusted for prints.

- You dusted for prints?
- That's what led us to Sal's.

Where, on half a hunch,
you walked in on Navarro.

If you'd come to me,
we could've done this right.

Now Navarro's spooked.

What exactly is the nature
of your relationship with Gina?

Intellectual.

Literal.

Ongoing.

Is he stalking her?

I'd have to look up the legal definition.

I hate to break it to you guys,
but your girl, Gina, has a boyfriend.

Tommy Barnes.

A version of me.

If you were a low-end criminal
and drove limos as a part-time job.

Yeah, if.

Wait a minute. I overheard Navarro
say that a driver stole $100,000 from him.

Tommy rips him off,
he goes after the girlfriend.

Got another ping on Gina.

So much for being off the grid.

Twenty minutes ago,
she used her credit card to buy nuts...

from a shop in Tompkins Square Park.

One of Navarro's guys
said something about a park.

This is a clue. Gina is allergic to nuts.

She told me she was hospitalized
for it when... Check her file.

In '07, anaphylactic shock.

- A nut allergy?
- It could work.

I'll take Navarro down any way I can.

The cashier remembers her.
She was here an hour ago.

- She sat right there on that bench.
Was she with anyone?

She didn't notice,
but she said she looked scared.

No traffic or security cams.

The only place in the city
Big Brother isn't watching.

Jones, I need credit card receipts
from every shop in this area...

for all purchases made
in the last two hours.

You don't care how many key chains sold.
You wanna know who bought them.

We get names,
find out where they're staying...

and welcome them to our fine city
by confiscating their camcorders.

We'll give them back.

Oh, do they know what birds do
on that statue?

It's like licking the Eiffel Tower.

- Are you even looking for Gina?
- We're looking for Gina.

We've looked for Gina in eight different
languages and we'll keep looking for Gina.

Thank you.

Uh, there's provolone
on my smoked turkey ciabatta.

- Did you tell them I wanted provolone?
- What? No.

- Do you want half of mine?
- Can't you just take it off?

Do you have any idea what happens if I
ingest even the slightest essence of dairy?

Please, tell me. Don't spare any details.

What right do I have enjoying
my delicious deviled ham sandwich...

after looking for your girlfriend?
- Peter, you got onboard.

- You dragged me onboard.
I dragged you...?

There she is!

All right, play it again. Slow it down.

Zoom in there,
right there on the park bench.

Her eyes, she looks to the right.

Moves her hand a little too.

Been looking at this park from all angles.

If we combine all the footage, we can
put together coverage of this entire area.

Get a look at who
she's communicating with.

Tapes three, seven, 12 and 15
have everything we need...

plus this one, of course.

He has perfect recall.

She's waiting for something.

Look, Vince and Mike from the diner.

They're dropping back.
Don't wanna be seen.

That's what the call was.
She told Tommy to meet her.

- They used her to draw him out.
Classic move.

She warns him.

She can't let him walk into it.

He's leaving her there?

Class act, this Tommy.

There. Rewind it and blow it up.

- What was that?
- Let's find out.

Tommy dumped his phone.

He doesn't wanna be tracked.
Can I see it?

Unchecked message must have
come in after he ditched it.

Put it on speaker.

Five p.m. tomorrow.
East corner of Houston and Norfolk.

Just you and the money
or you'll never see the girl again.

- Navarro has no idea Tommy didn't get this.
- And we have no idea where Tommy is.

- lf he doesn't show up tomorrow...
- Then Gina's dead.

Navarro's gone to a lot of trouble
over 100 grand.

Why not put a hit on Tommy,
sit back and wait?

Okay. Navarro's after you,
you've got a briefcase full of cash...

and you need to disappear.
What do you do?

You guys.

First thing is get rid of my phone
and credit cards.

- Which he did.
- Hop on a plane.

Airport security is tight.

You pay cash for a ticket,
that's a red flag.

Bus is risky. Sit in one place too long,
people remember you.

Oh, and bus stations are the first place
you people always put wanted posters.

Trains are no good.
Get on one, you're stuck.

Unless you're a fan of the jump-and-roll.

I'd just drive,
but Tommy doesn't have a car.

And all the limos at his company
are in his lot.

- Could boost one, but that's risky.
Can't get a rental with cash anymore.

Cash. What about a taxi?

Couple grand gets you across state lines.

Diana, get eyes on the airports,
bus and train stations.

Start with the cab companies.
I'll prep Tactical.

- Come on.
You're on audio.

- Yup.
- Hey, what team am I on?

You're not. Neal's taking you home.

Hey, you're sidelining me now?

Disappearing is what I do... Did.
- But I am a wealth of information.

Mozzie is too close
to handle a ransom situation.

I'll call if I need anything.

That's it.

Come on, Mozz.

Suit.

Keep an eye on those two.

With pleasure.

I knew something was wrong
at the diner.

- I should've done something.
- Don't blame yourself, Mozz.

Peter will find Tommy.
He found me, twice.

He knew you. He knew where you'd go.

- When he found me, I wasn't running away.
- You were running toward something.

Toward someone. Kate.

Think Tommy
would stick around for a girl?

All I know is that Gina's the kind of girl
worth sticking around for.

Peter works one side,
we'll work the other.

Let's say Tommy is a version of you.

You decide to wait. When things cool off,
you find Gina and take off together.

- All I'd need is one thing.
- A new identity.

In times of crisis,
people tend to go where they feel safe.

Tommy grew up in Tudor City.

- You got a look at his file.
- With one eye.

The only decent ID guy left
in the east 40s is Devlin.

Devlin? Ah. You two go way back.

Ever since that Spanish Harlem job
went bad, he secretly hates me.

If he wasn't so jumpy.

I mean, if you can't handle stress,
try needlepoint.

All right, so Devlin
won't just hand over a name.

Is Jones still outside?

Apparently we're deserving
of round-the-clock supervision.

What do you want, Caffrey?

Need you to do me a favor.

I'm not doing anything illegal.

Did you ever see Scarface?

- Thanks a lot, man. Yeah.
- Thanks.

Neal Caffrey. Man, it's been a long time.

Hey, Mozz. You're looking good.

Devlin. See you haven't lost your penchant
for shameless self-promotion.

- You're a long way from home.
- Were in the neighborhood.

Thought we'd grab some coffee.

What's with him?

- This guy over there, he's...
- Neal.

He's a fed.

We noticed him following us
a while back.

You serious?

Powdered sugar?

What are you doing, man? A fed?

What? He believed me.

As if I'm gonna tell Devlin
that guy works for Navarro.

What?

That guy works for Navarro?

- What are you guys into?
- Nothing, okay?

Guy named Tommy Barnes
stole 100 grand from Navarro.

- Word is somebody made him a fake ID.
- Oh, crap, man.

Navarro thinks I did it.

- Holy crap.
- Here he comes.

Vouch for me. All right, Devlin?

You owe me from
that Spanish Harlem debacle.

Mozz, I got your back, man.

- You.
- You got the wrong guy, I swear.

Look, man. Hi.

I know who you are.
I don't want any trouble.

That guy there, he was just bragging about
an ID he made for a guy named Tommy.

I did no such thing,
I don't have a death wish.

Hey, he told me Tommy's new name
is Sam Brennan.

Okay? Sam Brennan.
That's what he said.

Both of you better come with me.

I won't forget this, Devlin.

Oh, you guys have more fun than we do.

Whatever, Travolta.

Surveillance outpost is set up
a block from the drop site.

Cameras and mikes on exterior.
Tactical is on the move.

Any questions?

We will bring Tommy in.
There will be a drop.

- I have good news.
- I need good news.

A taxi driver came forward.

A man matching Tommy's description
caught a cab near the park.

Said he'd give him $5000
to drive to Chicago without calling it in.

- Why is the driver talking?
- Because Tommy only gave him 400.

He made him turn around
at the Jersey Turnpike.

But look at what he paid with.

- Sequential bills.
- Tommy hasn't made any withdrawals.

- He's using the money he took from Sal's.
- Navarro launders money through Sal's.

That's why he wants
that particular 100 grand.

Because it can be traced.

This could blow up
Navarro's entire enterprise.

- Yeah, Jones?
- I'm with Caffrey and the little guy.

We got a tip that Tommy Barnes
has a new ID.

- Sam Brennan.
- Thanks, Jones.

All right, run the name Sam Brennan.

Hit the hotels and motels.
He'll be the one paying cash.

Tommy.

Your name's Sam now, remember?

Special Agent Burke, FBI.

Same sequence as the bills from the cab.

- The rest in your safe in the hotel?
- Yeah.

Get ERT on it.

Let Neal and Mozzie know
we've got Tommy.

- We need to talk.
Ah.

Come on.

How'd you get your hands
on this money?

A few nights ago, I did a drop at Sal's.

There were some briefcases.
Nobody was looking.

Navarro has Gina. We don't know where.
He's threatening to kill her.

There's a way to make this right.

Snipers on the north and south rooftops.

Mobile and foot units
around the perimeter.

We'll have undercover agents
placed as vendors.

But watch this area. It's a blind spot.

Access to the subways.

We don't have manpower
to cover the trains.

I want you ready to move in
when we get Gina's coordinates.

- Remember, the color of the day is orange.
- Gina's favorite.

- He'll stay out of the way.
- He'd better.

All right, let's move out.

Stay here.

This lets us hear everything you say
and track your location.

Just in case Navarro tries to take you.

What?
- It's a precaution, that's all.

Don't wanna scare you with statistics,
because you don't look like a math guy.

If this goes wrong,
and these things go wrong a lot...

he's gonna take you. If not, then:

Neal!

You do realize Navarro's gonna think he
bought that flashy watch with the money.

- What are you doing, Mozz?
- Explaining the risks when he's there.

Gina's life in his hands,
he doesn't screw it up.

Get him out of here.

No, I want him where I can see him.

That chair. Don't move, don't speak.
Sit, read a book.

Okay, folks, Navarro's here with
two guards and they brought artillery.

Looks like MP5s and ACPs.

This is it. Everyone in position.
Everyone in a vest.

- Tommy, you ready?
- We got you covered from every angle.

I can't go out there.

Look, if Navarro sees anyone but you
out there, we risk losing Gina.

I'm confounded by what
Gina sees in you.

You ran away once,
but you turned around and came back.

Man up.

Tommy, get back here.
Hold up.

You are three seconds away
from being arrested.

Tommy, if you love her,
then you have to go, and I mean now.

- Walk out there and give him the money.
- He's gonna kill me.

Uh, guys?

- We got a problem at the drop point.
- What do you mean a problem?

All right, stand down.

Where's Mozzie?

I don't understand.
- He just walked into the drop.

Who the hell are you?

Search him.

I work for Tommy. I'm his intermediary.

Hands.

I can get you the rest.

Where is he going with this?

Let's hope he gets there fast.

Tell Tommy I can guarantee quick,
but not painless.

He'll know what I mean.

You're an idiot.

You think Tommy's phone
was encrypted?

Your message was intercepted
by the feds.

You think this is a secure spot?

Look up. There's a sniper.
There's another one.

Guy, tying his shoe? Agent.

Lady with the fruit cart?
Agent. We're surrounded.

They've been on to you since Sal's.

- How did you know that?
- This is right out of the book.

Page 73, paragraph two, line five
and paragraph four, line seven.

Right out of the book.

Where's Tommy?

Where's my money?

This is not blowing up under my watch.

We gotta move. Go, go.

You know so much, you know a way out?

Subway was the only place
they couldn't cover.

Lucky for you, I got a MetroCard.

He knows that is our blind spot.
What is he thinking?

"Page 73, paragraph two, line five."
From the FBI field manual?

No.

It's Hughes.

Yes, sir.

I know that. Yes, sir.

"Perfect."

"Exchange."

I want this done.

First things first.

Let me see the girl.

Come on.

Where's Tommy?

Tommy's fine.

I'm here instead.

Call me the broker.

Call Tommy.

Get me my money.

I see the girl is unharmed.

Good for you.

I want a chair and I want coffee.
No milk, no cream.

That's right, lactose.

Then I'm gonna tell you how
this is gonna go down.

What's the perfect exchange?

Whatever it is, money for a painting,
drugs, or a person...

the handoff's always a problem.
It all comes down to trust.

How do you know the bad guy won't
shoot you, keep the money...

and the valuable jewels-slash-
masterpiece-slash-bond-certificate?

Exactly. So one night over a bottle
of Armagnac...

Mozzie and I figured out
the perfect way to do it.

That why you're wearing
your cat-burglar outfit?

I'm a New Yorker. We like black.

- Mm-hm.
- Let's start with the where.

Where?

A neutral location.

Tommy comes unarmed, so do you.

Guns won't make it past security.

Security is key.

You need metal detectors,
but not scanners.

You wanna get a bag of money
and a canvas in.

- Just so I'm clear, Gina's the canvas.
- Right.

You also need a building
with a public space on the roof.

We decided on the Sutherland.

You'll meet tomorrow
at the Sutherland Library.

On the rooftop.
Don't worry, there's no books up there.

What time is this elaborate meeting?

The meet has to happen during
business hours.

You want people around
to distract from the handoff.

The Sutherland's book collection
is valuable enough to warrant guards.

No funny stuff.

Tommy hands you anything
other than a briefcase...

you make a stink,
the guards come in and detain him.

You decide to make him pay
for stepping out, same thing happens.

It's designed to keep both sides
in check and on task.

It's about the exchange, nothing else.

Everybody wins.

I like it, except for one thing.

What's that?

Nothing's perfect.

You just brokered yourself a deal.

It's perfect, because one side
will always try to outsmart the other.

Navarro knows that
Tommy can't walk in with a weapon.

Navarro's gonna make sure there's one
waiting for him when he gets there.

We stake out the library.

- Wait until Navarro's guy shows up.
- He'll keep an eye on the place...

make sure Tommy doesn't
have the same idea, then plant the gun.

We just follow Navarro's guy
back to Mozzie.

I know this is boring, but stay awake.

I haven't slept
since this whole thing started.

Stomach hurt?

A little bit.

Got that parched thing happening?

Yeah, my mouth's a little dry.

Ah, hold onto that feeling.

Remember it the next time you decide
to infiltrate the den of a mobster...

on a whim,
or something equally cockeyed.

Thanks for sharing your feelings.
I know that's difficult for you.

You're welcome.

That looks like Navarro's guy.

He's here to plant the gun.

We follow him back to Mozzie,
it'll all be over.

I hope so.

Oh, that's reassuring.

The perfect exchange.

When did you pull it off?

A certain FBI agent came into my life.
I didn't get the chance.

So it's hypothetical.
Yeah.

- What happens to the middleman?
- We didn't have one.

When Vince tells Navarro
the gun's in place...

he's got his meeting time,
location and a stashed weapon...

Mozzie's about to become irrelevant.

- I wanna go in there.
- Hold on.

Take me to Navarro.

Mozzie.

Mozzie.

How did you end up here alone?

I followed your clues.

You did leave them for me?

Yes, yes, from our talks and our books...

but I was hoping you would share them
with the FBI or the cops.

Cut the talking.

Sal's is a dud. Set up somewhere else.
We gotta find a new place for the money.

- I'll make calls.
What's taking Vince?

- Tommy wouldn't come for me, would he?
- Let's not think about that now.

Good.

Vince is back.

- This is it. Get ready.
- What's happening?

Something big, I hope.

Mr. Broker.

Seems I don't need you anymore.

Oh, damn it.

There is no middleman.

What does that mean?

FBI. Drop your weapon.

Drop it. Stay where you are.

Put your gun down.

You keep showing up.

I don't like surprises.

And I don't like feds.

You know what else
you're not gonna like? Prison.

Drop your weapon.

Oh, I don't plan to go to prison.

FBI. Drop your weapons!

- Drop your weapons now.
Put it down.

Looks like your plans just changed.

Now!
Weapons down, right there.

Mozz.

You okay?

- Middleman.
- Middleman.

Yup.

- Might wanna rename the perfect exchange.
- Yeah.

I got it, I got it.

Hey.

Hey.

So have you talked to Tommy?

We broke up.

Today is my last day at the diner though.

I've been saving and I think it's time
for an adventure of my own.

I'm gonna go to California.

"It's goodbye.

But we lean forward to the next crazy
venture beneath the skies."

Kerouac.

- He also went to California.
- Ha, ha.

I wouldn't do well there.
I like my shoes to cover my toes.

You're cute too.

How many dinners with Elizabeth
have you missed because of me?

I don't keep count.

Well, I've lost count.

So, Mozzie had you worried.

How does it feel to walk a mile
in my shoes?

I prefer Italian leather.

How's Gina?

She's showing signs
of a bodyguard complex.

I told her some distance between us
would be good.

Yeah, a guy like you needs his space.

So we heading to the Bureau?

I got the FBI onboard with Caffrey,
but you?

I don't even know your real name.
And I've looked.

Thanks for the pen, by the way.

What pen? I got...

Earned it. It's mine now.

- No, it's not yours, no.
No.

Gonna keep it for him.

Peter...
Give me the pen.