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Coming here reminds me
I should travel more.

I tried to get you to go to France.

- No. You fled to France.
- Nitpicking.

You had quite a run there for a while.
Riviera, Copenhagen.

I should've sent postcards.

No, I had Interpol warrants.
Just as good.

"Neal's robbing a palace.
Wish you were here."

Good times.

Where would you go?
Anywhere in the world.

Sweden. I like Vikings.

Sword in my hand,
good ship under my feet.

Pillage and plunder. I knew under that
lawman exterior beats the heart of a thief.

Well, maybe I just like hats with horns.

That's our guy.
Undersecretary of Asian Affairs.

- He asked for us?
- Yep.

What does the State Department
want with the FBI?

Let's ask him.

Agent Burke? Adam Wilson.

And you must be Neal Caffrey.
Thanks for coming.

Not often I get a request
from the U.N. ambassador's office.

How can we help?

His name is Christopher Harlow.

He's, uh, an American college student
being held in Kabaw Prison in Burma.

- Why?
- He's accused...

of smuggling a ruby
out of the country.

Gem smuggling in Burma,
that's serious.

- We believe the charges are trumped up.
- They grabbed him to embarrass the U. S?

It's possible.

Our relations with Burma aren't good.

We're in trade negotiations
that aren't moving.

This is a kid with no criminal record,
no prior travel...

or contacts in the region.

I sympathize with your problem,
but where do we come in?

We've heard chatter that the ruby
was smuggled out of Burma...

by someone else...

and that it's here in Manhattan.

We find the real smuggler...

the case against Christopher falls apart.
- Exactly.

Can you help?

Christopher Harlow is charged
with stealing this.

The Mandalay Ruby.

It's a 237-carat pigeon blood.

- Pigeon blood?
- A local description of a deep red color...

of the prized Burmese gems. No pigeons
were harmed in the mining of this ruby.

I'll take mine medium rare.

That's good to know.

In the last year,
it was held in a secured vault...

at a state mining facility
under army guard in the middle of a jungle.

Not a prime location
for a college kid...

to walk in and grab it.
- No. The mine is in the Mogok Valley.

You can get there by a helicopter...

or a seven-hour Jeep ride
over nasty terrain.

- You just know these things.
- That's why they keep me around.

You'd need muscle, a cargo plane,
a few grand in bribe money...

just to get started.
- You would?

And who knows what else...

because I have never considered
stealing gems in Burma.

- Wow.
- What if this kid's guilty?

We're working under the assumption
he's not.

If we find the thief in Manhattan...

then the case against Christopher
falls apart.

So Diana, Jones,
see if any of our usual gem fences...

have been in Burma.
- Got it.

- Neal.
- Sniff around my contacts...

and see if anybody's hawking
a 237-carat pigeon blood.

That's why I keep you around.

You look at the world differently
when you've crossed the Irrawaddy River...

on an elephant.
- You've been to Burma?

- Myanmar.
- Ooh, guess I missed that postcard.

Thank you for referring to our country
by its true name.

- Of course.
- We changed our name to Myanmar in '89.

After a military junta took over. I know.

But America still recognizes it as Burma.

One of the reasons we find negotiating
with your country difficult.

This is Ambassador Tan Key.

Gentlemen. I'm sorry we couldn't meet
under better circumstances.

Special Agent Burke, FBI,
and this is my consultant, Neal Caffrey.

Mr. Caffrey.

You understand my government is under
no obligation to turn over the DVD...

of Christopher Harlow's confession
as this is purely an internal matter.

I'm sure pressure
from Amnesty International...

to confirm the well-being
of Christopher Harlow...

had nothing to do with it either.

- The DVD will verify he's being well treated.
- But also that he's guilty of the theft.

Sadly, yes.

Ambassador Key,
if we prove someone else stole the ruby...

I assume
you would release Christopher.

Well, I would bring that evidence
to our courts.

I believe the Myanmar people
have a saying:

Even if the truth is buried for centuries,
it will eventually come out and thrive.

Yes. But keep in mind
that he will be sentenced in one week.

After that, it would be very difficult
to reverse the decision...

despite our proverbs.

Thank you, ambassador.

Quite welcome.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Yeah. Maybe we'll meet again
under less political circumstances.

That would be nice.

Love that you had
that Burmese proverb ready to go.

They also say beware a man's shadow
and a bee's sting.

What does that mean?

I have no idea.

- Then you used the right one.
- Yeah.

Did he just trash a parking ticket?

Yeah. Just like it was
a bubblegum wrapper.

Diplomatic immunity.

- Bane of meter maids everywhere.
- Yeah.

This is gonna be different
than we're used to.

Our laws don't apply.

I hope Chris can hold out the week.

For whatever reason,
they wanna make an example out of him.

Once he's sentenced by the junta, no
civilian court will overturn his verdict.

We have one week
to prove he didn't do it.

I don't know how you pulled it off.
The Burmese have been stonewalling.

We weren't even aware there was a tape.

Well, you can thank Agent Berrigan
for this.

Regional director of Southeast Asia is a friend.
She was able to pressure them...

into turning over proof of life.

Good thing is, they wouldn't let us
see it unless he was all right.

Go ahead.

State your name.
- Christopher Harlow.

I have some questions.

- Are you prepared to answer them?
Yes, sir.

Are you being treated well?

Given everything I need.

Did you steal the ruby?

That's what I'm accused of.

Did you steal it? Yes or no?

Yes.

Who helped you?
I was alone.

How did you manage such a feat?

I crossed the stream
into the base...

and I bribed a guard
to get the ruby.

It's gonna be hard to refute.

When you came to us,
you already knew that he had confessed.

Yeah, sorry. I should've mentioned that.

But Chris has absolutely
no criminal record whatsoever.

Chris?

We're meeting outside your workplace,
you're comfortable calling him Chris.

Chris isn't just any kid, is he?

He's your son.

That's why you really came to us.

Yeah.

Chris and I have become distant.

He took his mother's name
after the divorce.

Our contact is down to e-mails
at birthdays and holidays.

But if the Burmese are made aware
that he is my son...

You don't want him used
as a bargaining chip.

We may not be close,
but I'm still his father.

I can't put him in jeopardy.

We'll handle this.

He was doing something with his hand.
Do you think he was sending a signal?

Children of diplomats are trained
to send messages if they're in trouble.

We're gonna need to get a look
at the rest of that tape.

- What kind of father is that?
- His job puts Chris at further risk.

So he came to us sub rosa instead
to protect him.

- Tough love?
- It's what my father would've done.

- Your dad was a bricklayer, not a diplomat.
- He would've tried...

to break through the mortar walls
of the prison first.

But he would've done the same thing.

What about yours?

- My dad?
- Yeah.

- I don't know much about him.
- I thought you knew everything about me.

There's a big gaping hole
before your 18th birthday.

- Enjoy the mystery.
- Oh, come on.

- Don't wanna talk about him?
- What do you want me to say?

I don't know. Start small.
What did he do for a living?

My dad was a cop.

- A cop?
- You said start small. Have a nice day.

- You get...
- No.

- Come on. A cop?
No.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd replenish my supply...

when you diminish it.
- I'm wallowing.

Word is you went to Randy Morosco
for information.

A unique black-market pigeon blood
recently made its way to New York.

- None of the shops have anything like it.
- No one would sell that without cutting it.

- It calls too much attention to itself.
- That's why Randy Morosco...

is the guy that could help me find it.
- I'm a gem expert.

That's true. And you asked to keep
your distance from the FBI.

- I was doing you a favor.
- Oh. By conversing with my archrival?

Everyone's your archrival, Mozz.

But I would like the chance at first veto
on helping.

I will come to you first next time.

- Hey, Mozz.
- Yeah?

Were you ever curious
about your birth parents?

Ha, ha. No, thanks.

I don't need to look into the crystal ball
of my future.

You heading down that road again?

No. I was talking with Peter today
and my father came up.

You wanna lie down on the couch?
I'll get my notepad.

No, thanks, Dr. Freud.

I just find it fascinating...

considering your patriarchal
relationship with the suit...

and your penchant
for breaking the law.

Does Peter know?

I said he was a cop.

Ah.

You gonna tell him?

- He could be useful.
- Mozz.

So Randy and the ruby. How long
has it been since you've seen him?

Before I went to prison.

- You think he's gonna talk to you?
- Of course.

Provided I'm the guy he remembers.

Don't you want the frame?
No, thanks.

- What's with the glasses?
- Just...

- Easier to examine the gems with.
- You have 20/20 vision.

Randy's having a trunk show at his store
in a few days.

They show their wares
to a group of buyers.

- I know what a trunk show is.
- Oh, excuse me.

He plays in the gray side
of the valuable stones market.

It's not about the cut,
but the story behind it.

More memorable the tale,
the more people will pay.

Like getting smuggled
out of a Burmese fortress?

You're proving my point.
Let me do the talking.

Or I get a search warrant to find the ruby.
Chris doesn't have time to spare.

Which is why we're not waiting for a warrant.
If the ruby's there, I'll find out.

- Why does your way beat my way?
- Because a friend of mine knows Randy.

Don't let his rough exterior fool you. The
man can slice a gem like Marcel Tolkowsky.

Oh, well, Marcel Tolkowsky.
Why didn't you tell me?

Mr. Donnelly, what a surprise.

- You said friend, not alias.
- I consider them my friends.

Randy.

- Always a pleasure.
- How's the family?

Oh, you're opening Pandora's box.

Nancy recently made partner at the firm
and Dillon is obsessed with soccer.

Beautiful.

Love the new haircut.
And your boy, I barely recognize him.

Time flies.
Listen, we're in a bit of a rush, Randy.

This is Nancy's brother, Mr. Satchmo.

He reminded me Nancy's birthday
is coming up.

Yes. I'm here to confirm he makes up
for totally forgetting it last year.

I heard you designed a piece
that could do the trick.

The, uh, rarer, the better.

I might have a few new things.

You ready, Mr. Donnelly?

Mr. Satchmo?

Oh, yeah.

These are some of my finest pieces.

Here.

- There.
Wow.

Mm-hm.

I think this could be the one.

Good eye, Mr. Donnelly.

Two hundred carats, S1 quality.

May I see the provenance?

- Paperwork is boring.
- Oh.

Did you know that this necklace
was part of the maharajah's collection...

from 1805 to 1954?
- Mm-hm.

You see the dents on the side?
- Oh, an imperfection. Shame.

Au contraire. When the maharajah's wife
found him sleeping with a servant girl...

she threw it against a wall.
Intriguing. Yes?

Mm.

The servant girl
grabbed the necklace and ran.

Now, though she was penniless,
she refused to sell it...

because its beauty
was more important to her than wealth.

No other gem in the world has its history.
Hence, the augmented price.

Fascinating.
Would you excuse us a moment?

- Mm-hm.
Great story.

This provenance is fake.

The setting is period but the stone
was recently cut and polished...

using technology that didn't exist
150 years ago.

This necklace is our pigeon blood.

Two hundred carats, S1, it's gotta be.
I got this.

It's quite an imperfection, Randy.

I'm sure Nancy would appreciate
the story.

He was talking about your paperwork.

FBI. You're selling stolen merchandise.

George, what is this?

- You just burned a perfectly good alias.
- You named me after my dog.

Touch�.

You're gonna tell me another story,
Randy.

The one about the person
who sold you this ruby.

Randy claims he doesn't know the name
of the man who sold him the piece.

- He give a description?
- Not one that will ID him.

British accent.

This was the first time
Randy did business with this guy.

He said he'd bring more...

but we can't afford to wait.
- So we make him come to us.

We'll use his trunk show to host...

a viewing of exquisite gems.
Invite the Who's Who of the jewelry world.

With the hope our smuggler
won't be able to resist stopping by...

to check out the competition.

When he does, we take him in,
get him to confess, clear Chris.

- Mm-hm.
- It sounds good on paper. One problem.

These people know Randy's inventory.
If we're gonna pull this off...

- Show them the old razzle-dazzle?
- With flawless gems, not jazz hands.

I was hoping
I'd never have to share this with you.

The FBI has a gem vault
and you didn't tell me?

Why give an alcoholic a drink?

They're waiting for us
in the conference room.

How many jewels do I get to take?

- Take?
- Use. For this particular mission.

Plenty.

When the bureau comes across
black-market gems, we confiscate them.

Thanks.

And they accumulate in an evidence locker
gathering dust.

- That's it?
These are the best we've got.

Are you serious?

These are nice.

Nice? You could buy a Soho loft with one
of these and still get change back.

- Well, they'll help.
- But?

But none of these are pigeon bloods.

We need something that threatens
our smuggler's corner on the market.

Don't think the FBI will authorize us
taking a trip to Burma.

Right.

I'll need an oven
that reaches 2000 degrees Celsius...

and some welding equipment.

Perhaps assisting the suit isn't so bad.

Impressive tools. I haven't had this
much fun since I tripped Noam Chomsky.

You need to get out more, Flash Dance.

Hey, do you wanna make a star ruby?

We can put Masonic etchings
in the silk veins.

We're not rewriting history.
Let's keep it simple.

Note my immediate boredom.

Help me explain
why an oxyhydrogen blowtorch...

is gonna show up
on my expense report.

It's my own improvement...

of Auguste Verneuil's
flame-fusion apparatus.

You're making that up.

We're making synthetic rubies, plebian.

It's plebian.

How long till it's cooked?

About six hours.

We're halfway there.

- Will this fool our Brit?
- Verneuils have curved growth lines...

natural crystals run parallel,
but it requires high magnification...

- Close enough for government work.
- That's what I wanna hear.

Suit, your supplies
are much appreciated.

You told him he could keep the equipment,
didn't you?

He doesn't work for free.

Unbelievable.

- Mm. Nice clarity.
- Yeah. It's perfect.

Perfect. It's good, right?

- Not quite.
- You see...

perfection is the antithesis
of authenticity.

Real gems have flaws.
Now ours has one.

Great. All right, I talked to Randy.
The show is set for tomorrow night.

Unless they're looking at it
under a microscope, you'll be fine.

I think I have a fix for that.

- You ready for this?
- Didn't cover the runway walk at Quantico...

but I think I can figure it out,
Mr. Satchmo.

I made you a model, I deserve that.

I have to admit,
this ruby looks pretty damn good.

So do you.

Cameras set?

Recording on every door. If our smuggler
shows up, we'll get him on tape.

Ever considered a career in modeling?

I prefer being an FBI agent.
Means I carry a gun.

I know.

You're barking up the wrong tree
in so many ways.

Ah, it's a party.

The word is out.

As to whether or not the guy
you're looking for will show up is...

Gorgeous.

The ruby or the model?

Both.

Is the stone yours?

I discovered it last month at a castle
in the Scottish Highlands.

In a rock collection, of all places.

Scottish rock collection.

A clever story.

Well, the maharajah bit was good too.

The paperwork's a little suspect
for such a high-profile gem.

Those are the papers I got
from the sellers.

It's authentic.

To all but the most discerning eye.

Congratulations.

The Mandalay Ruby was a master cut.

- As was yours.
- Thank you.

Where'd it come from?

Not one for healthy competition?

I've done quite well on my own.

I know you have.

Which is why I've arranged
this little show.

To meet you.

Think of the money to be made
if we combined our efforts.

When I see a good opportunity, I take it.

But I don't discuss business
in a public setting.

We could talk downstairs.

I'll finish my drink
and I'll meet you there.

Caffrey's on the move.

I'll stay on the ruby smuggler.

Good. Be ready.

There you are.

Thought you'd changed your mind.

Just making sure
no one saw us leave together.

- We're good.
- Good.

You think I can't find out your sources
by myself?

I guess you do like working alone.

Personally, I like to work with a team.

Put the gun down.

There's one of them right now.

- One more step and he's dead.
- FBI. Lower your weapon.

And another one.

Hi.

A minute ago,
the charge would've been smuggling.

Now it's attempted murder
of an FBI agent.

Let's talk deal.

He makes a good one. Trust me.

The Mandalay Ruby theft
was quite impressive.

Well, thank you.

In my field,
it's rare to be recognized for your work.

And this statement covers
the entire theft?

I didn't leave out a detail
per our agreement.

Hm.

Have you ever seen this kid?

- Nope.
- Are you sure?

I prefer to work alone.

Chris will be fine.

The ambassador promised to call
as soon as Collins' statement...

to the Burmese authorities
has been taken.

- Then Chris is released.
- I won't believe anything until he's free.

- When was the last time you saw your son?
- Eight years ago.

I'm sure it must be pretty difficult
with your position.

My divorce was messy.

I tried to remain close with Chris...

but he ended up resenting
everything I stand for.

And ultimately...

he said he didn't need me.

A 12 year old doesn't know what he does
or doesn't need.

He didn't wanna be my son,
there was nothing I could do.

Yeah. Well, you're his father,
you should've kept trying.

I realize that.

That's why I'm here now.

Peter?

The ambassador's aide just called.
They wanna see you.

Mm-hm. Absolutely. That's him. That's
the guy who helped me with the theft.

I showed you this photo.

- You said you'd never seen him.
- Well, I didn't recognize him at first.

When we met, he, uh, had a beard.

It was fortunate I could spend
a few moments...

with Mr. Collins to confirm details.

Obviously, there were omissions.

Fine. Then give Collins back to me,
I'll get him for attempted murder.

No, I'm sorry.
But now that he's on Burmese soil...

we need to extradite him
for his part in the theft.

So he gets to go home
while an innocent American stays in jail.

We made a deal.

Looks like he made a better one.

This isn't over.

The Burmese government gave Collins
political asylum.

I'm hoping that the tape
will tell us something.

- Uh-oh. He's got his crossword.
- Helps me think.

Your infamous multitasking?

- I'm surprised you can't do it.
- I like to hone in, focus.

Yeah. Where do you think
that trick comes from?

Nice try.
I don't wanna talk about my dad.

- Fine.
- Do your crossword.

Okay.

Hmm.

Six-letter word
for embarrassing genetic overseer.

Parent.

- Let me see that.
- No.

- You made that up.
- Sue me.

For four years, I studied your every move
and not one word about your father.

And all of a sudden you drop a bomb on me
that he's a cop.

Fine.

I'll tell you everything my mom told me.

Good.

I didn't know him.

He died when I was 2.

- Neal, I'm sorry.
- Please.

Mom said he went out in a hail of gunfire
taking down a gang of bad guys.

He was a hero.

I grew up wanting to be just like him.

Other kids played cowboys and Indians,
I pretended I was my dad.

Got really good with guns.

So now you know.

Glad I do.

Diana.

I got a copy of Christopher's video.

- Anything?
- Yeah. You're gonna wanna see this.

You must owe your friend at Amnesty
International an expensive dinner.

Don't ask. At this rate,
I'll have to build her a new kitchen.

The Burmese cropped the video. They knew
Chris might try to send a message.

So they only showed us his face.

But Amnesty got access
to the raw signal.

His hand gestures
are indicating something.

That's what I'm accused of.

Well, he's touching the letters
on his T-shirt. Speed up the video.

R.

O. He's good.

He's rehearsed it. That's what I'd do.

C.

Knee. He just touched his knee. K.
R-O-C-K, rock.

E.

R.

Got it. Rocker.
That's his girlfriend's nickname.

The Burmese may have figured it out.

Get Wilson on the phone.

Got here as soon as I could.

Maggie's in the conference room
giving a statement.

- I thought her name was Rocker.
- It's her nickname.

Nickname was smart.
Makes it harder for the Burmese to decode.

Unfortunately, not hard enough.

Miss Sheldon.

Would you mind telling Mr. Wilson from
the State Department what you told us?

Maggie, I'm Chris' dad.

The Mr. Wilson?

Someone broke into my place this morning
while I was out.

The Burmese got to her first.

- You know what they were looking for?
- Stole my external hard drive.

But I keep a backup flash drive
of my cut footage on me.

Chris was in Burma getting information
about the rebel movement.

Chris was? Why?

He's doing a documentary
about the democracy of the region.

But this came in last week.

I should've gotten Thaung here
drunk before.

He admitted to having cousins
in the KNLA.

There's a camp near the Indian border.
We're going there now before he sobers up.

I'll drop this is the snail toss on the
way, all right? I love you.

What's the KNLA?

KNLA is a rebel group.

The Burmese government's been trying
to shut them down.

The Burmese officials must've found out
he was filming...

pinned the ruby theft on him
as a cover-up.

I wish I had known. I should've known.

Chris is bullheaded.
He likes to do everything on his own.

I could've helped him with safer access.
This is all my fault.

Chris doesn't blame you for anything.

I think you should see this.

Progress is slow on
this remote plateau.

But a wise man once said
slow progress is lasting progress.

Wait a minute, my dad said that.

I'm quoting my dad. Ha, ha.

Kind of cool.

Gotta go. I love you.

That rocket attack resulted in over a
half a dozen civilian casualties...

and was documented by the Red Cross
and Physicians Without Borders.

We can use that to establish
Chris' whereabouts...

at the time of the theft.
- We can.

- Jones, anything?
- Yeah. A bank ATM cam shows...

diplomatic plates arriving
and then leaving Miss Sheldon's building.

We should go pay our friend...

the Burmese ambassador a little visit.

Hello again.
- Mr. Caffrey. Agent Burke.

How can I help you?

This car was spotted
at the scene of a crime.

Another parking violation?
I will speak to my driver.

A little more serious than that.

Someone broke into an apartment
in Brooklyn.

I'd like my agent to search the vehicle.

Please.

Would it be all right
if we searched you as well?

I wouldn't mind at all.

They don't let me do the searches.

Shame.

May I hold your bag?

No. It's a diplomatic pouch.

Turn around, please.

- Mm-hm.
- We need to get a look inside that bag.

- Yep.
- What's going on here?

I have evidence linking this vehicle
to a crime I'm investigating.

So far,
your staff's been very cooperative.

A search of that pouch
would completely exonerate any of them...

from connection to this crime.

International law states that that pouch
is part of Burmese soil.

I take it that's a no?

We're unable to assist you further.

You can take it up
with the State Department, of course.

- Of course.
- Suu Ram.

See you, Suu.

Maybe we can get the State Department
to file a grievance.

Delay Chris' sentencing somehow.

- You really think that will help?
- No. No, I don't.

I know this isn't a good time,
but I gotta run.

- Fine.
- Really?

Go.

I'm not in the mood, anyway.
I'll see you later.

Okay.

- You were a little cryptic on the phone.
- Phones can be tapped.

Look, I can tell you think
I haven't been the best father.

I'm not a dad.
I don't know what it's like.

There are a million things I'd
do differently if I could.

I can't help but think Chris
went over there because of me.

Or because he wants to be like you.

You can help me make it right
for my son.

What are you asking?

If that hard drive leaves this country,
there's no way they're letting him go.

So any chance I have
of getting to know my son again is gone.

- The drive's inside the Burmese mission.
- I know who you are, Mr. Caffrey.

You want me to steal it back.

We're doing everything we can.

I'll keep you in the loop.

- Wilson?
- Yeah.

How's he holding up?

Well, as best as he can.
Any leads from your Washington contacts?

It's delicate.
Our people are talking to their people.

Is that diplo-speak
for stop beating a dead horse?

- Yeah.
- This is what your father chooses...

to do for a living?
- It has its perks.

I've seen what diplomats do
with parking tickets.

Does your father know Wilson?

I don't think so.

Wilson have any other connection
to the bureau?

- What are you getting at?
- Something's been bugging me...

since the beginning.
Why did Wilson choose us?

Because you're the best and Caffrey's...

Yeah. He's Caffrey.

From the get-go,
Wilson wanted to work outside the box.

He'd be willing to go off reservation
to save his son.

What father wouldn't?
Wilson wanted Neal from the beginning.

Pull Neal's tracking detail
for the last 36 hours.

You know, suddenly, I'm very curious
to know where he's been.

All right.
Let's walk through this, Liz Taylor.

Diana says the diplomatic pouch
departs New York tomorrow...

on the 11 a.m. Air Bagan flight
to Burma.

Also on the passenger list
is a Miss Suu Ram.

Ah, she's transporting
the pouch personally.

The ambassador's limousine will drive her
directly from the consulate to the plane.

Which only leaves us a few moments
between the consulate and the limo...

to acquire its contents.

Is that a cat?

No.
It's the pouch with the Burmese crest.

A cogwheel and a rice plant.

- Looks like a cat.
- It's not.

Anything in the pouch
is the property of Burma, stolen or not.

You remove the drive,
you're creating an international incident.

So I get Suu Ram to do it for me
using our ruby.

- To take my heart would be less painful.
- We can always make another one.

I say it's the Mandalay just back
from evidence, give her a quick look...

close the lid on the box,
and she places it in the pouch.

Unbeknownst to her,
the box also contains...

a finite amount of ammonia
and hydrochloric acid.

Moments after the clasp on the box
is closed...

the liquids mix and...

And...

Shouldn't a smoke bomb make smoke?

Patience.

In theory, Suu Ram spots smoke
coming from the pouch...

dumps the contents
onto American soil...

and I reclaim the external drive
as stolen evidence.

Thus, proving our brilliance.

- Peter. Hey.
- Neal.

Mozzie.

What you doing?

Discussing Hegel and his rational realism.
You?

Casual stroll.

You're smoking.

It's a smoking jacket.

Give us a moment?

I will.

Because the fresh air
sounds exhilarating.

You met with Wilson yesterday.

Whatever he's asking you to do...

- He's got nowhere else to turn.
- Oh, God, Neal, don't do it.

Look, Wilson's trying to make good
with his son and I can help him.

- The system failed him.
- You're rationalizing and you know it.

Nothing gives him or you
or anyone the right to go around the law.

It's his son. That gives him the right.

I don't agree.

It's what a father should do.

All right, look. Obviously,
there's more to the story with your dad.

I don't know how badly it messed
with your head...

You're right, you don't.

If this were your son or my son,
I know what you would do.

One wrong move
inside the Burmese consulate...

and they will extradite you.

You'll end up in a Kabaw prison.

I can't protect you.

I'm not asking you to.

Okay.

So we good to go?

Yeah.

- Mr. Caffrey.
Hello.

Come to search my person again?

No. I came to return something
you've been waiting for.

- The ruby.
- As promised.

Excuse me.
I must show this to the ambassador.

Of course.

- Boss!
- What?

I got Neal's tracking data.
He's at the Burmese mission.

- Ah. I knew it.
- He's going after the drive, isn't he?

It contains information the Burmese
consider too sensitive to e-mail.

They'll go to extreme measures
to protect it. I warned him!

Yeah, but you didn't stop him.

- What?
- You could've chained him to the desk...

if you wanted to.
- You saying I want him to get that drive?

I'm saying you know Christopher's
innocent and you're not fond of diplomats.

I don't want Neal to get caught.

Well, you know where he is.

Have your diplomatic friends
on speed dial.

If this goes wrong, Neal and I
are gonna start an international incident.

Mr. Caffrey, you're still here.

Yeah. I wanted to make sure
the ruby makes it home safely.

I assure you that it will.

Myanmar is thrilled to have its property
back at home.

I'm sure you are.

If you'll excuse us...

Neal.
- Peter.

- Look, I know I got...
- I know. What do you need me for?

- You're not here to stop me?
- Savor this moment.

I'm already savoring.

I'll spare the details,
but the smoking jacket's not smoking.

We need to stall.

Guard it with your life.

This is everything that we need.

Mr. Ambassador.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Agent Burke.

I trust you aren't here interfering
with the official business of Myanmar.

Wouldn't think of it.

Just happened to notice you're parked
near a hydrant with a ticket.

This car is registered to the mission.
We don't pay for parking tickets.

And your car's registration
can prove that?

Hold this, please.

The registration...

and 18 parking tickets.

- All unpaid?
- Diplomatic immun...

Immunity. Yeah.

Means that you can't be held accountable
for these violations.

You are, however, required to help me
close out my investigation...

of said parking violations.

Let's get started.

November 8th, what's your reason
for not paying this one?

Diplomatic immunity.

Right.

Uh, here's one for...

I can't read that.
Do you know what that says?

It's Aug... No, I got it. August 2nd.

Diplomatic immunity.

Right.

Oh, look. Here's one from yesterday.

Handicapped parking zone.

You look healthy to me.

Diplomatic immunity.
- Ambassador?

What are you doing?
You can't open the pouch. Put it back.

It was on fire.
- What do we have here?

You tampered with that pouch.

Ooh. You should call the police,
have them look into that.

Give that to me.
It's official Myanmar property.

Actually, it's stolen property.

He took that from a diplomatic pouch.

- No. I took it from a street in Manhattan.
- And now it's evidence.

You can't do that.

Oh, actually, we can.

But rest assured, whoever took
this external drive will be dealt with.

Any blowback from the Burmese
over the external drive?

They can't admit it exists.

Footage of the rebels?

It's in U.S. hands now.
Their identities are protected.

Chris is probably more worried
about them than himself.

- Hmm.
- Sounds like my son.

Mr. Wilson.

I am Mr. Nitza.

I'll be replacing Mr. Key as ambassador
of the Myanmar mission.

He had to return home
for health reasons.

Sorry to hear that.

My country's sincerest apologies
for your family's inconvenience.

Thank you.

Chris.

Thank you for getting my son
home to me.

I know it was unconventional.

That's our specialty.

Dad?

You asked me about my dad.

I think my mom told me
what any kid would wanna hear.

That he was a hero?

He wasn't.

He was a dirty cop.

You're not him.

If I'm not my father's son...

who am I?

Certain things are in my blood.

I don't believe it.

You did that.

Christopher is free because of you.

- Tell me about your mother.
- Not a chance.

- Come on. Did she wear hats?
- No.