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Previously on White Collar:

Larssen was shipping Nazi dinnerware.

- Are you offering to go to Argentina?
- It could be fun.

- What is this?
- It's a fractal. A mathematical curiosity.

It's a fractal antenna.

You're telling me
that if we build a real one of these...

It's gonna lead us to a boat or a plane or
something that disappeared in the 1940s.

I wanna know the man
who was pulling the trigger.

His name is Vincent Adler.

You knew him?
- He made me who I am today.

- Why are you helping us?
- I like having Neal Caffrey owe me one.

- I owe you one.
- Something like that.

So as we all know, Mr. Stanzler
is very, very specific.

The Bordeaux glasses
are to be served with cabernet.

The burgundy glasses,
for heaven sake, only put pinot in these.

If it smells like paint the next time
I walk in here, I will shoot someone.

- Mr. Stanzler.
- Andrew, hi.

Skip the pleasantries.
You have six seconds.

Everything's set for Saturday.

- What about the ice sculpture?
- The 4x3 ice bear...

4x3? No, eight feet.

- Eight feet?
- Did I stutter? Eight feet.

- Eight feet. I want it bold.
- Got it.

- Eight feet.
- Sorry about that.

No, it's okay. One thing I like about
your boss, he knows what he wants.

Yeah.

Brooke, are you okay?

You said your husband
works for the FBI?

- Yeah, he does. Is everything all right?
- No, it's not.

New Yorkers took to the streets...

as temperatures soared
to triple digits...

making today one of the city's
hottest days on record.

With East Coast Hydroelectric
reporting record usage...

city authorities warn of more
rolling blackouts to continue...

I know, Satchmo.

You warned me not to use the central air
before the blackout hit.

But I didn't listen because you're a dog.

- So until we get it fixed, meet our new A/C.
Ugh, it's a hot one.

- Well, hello, my boys.
- Hello.

- Wow. Look at the new air conditioner.
- Yeah.

How's the world's most
interesting evil man?

We need to talk about Stanzler.

I told you Andrew makes his money
as an energy trader, right?

- Uh, yeah.
- Well, actually it's worse than that.

I've been working with his assistant,
Brooke.

And she thinks Stanzler's involved
in creating the blackouts.

- Say that again.
- Yeah.

Brooke overheard Stanzler
talking about it with another trader.

She did some digging. She thinks they're
withholding supply during peak hours...

and then selling energy to the city
for triple the rate.

- EI, these are very serious allegations.
- Honey, I know.

There are three confirmed deaths
and it's cost the city tens of millions.

- That's why I'm telling you.
- All right.

- We have to bring her in to the Bureau.
- She doesn't wanna come in.

She's terrified that someone's gonna
see her and tell Stanzler.

- He threatened to shoot the painter today.
- Seriously?

Well, he was half joking,
but I wouldn't put it past him.

Okay. So where can I talk to Brooke?

Maybe come down to the museum
while Stanzler's out?

That's good.

- You could bring Neal?
- Why Neal?

Oh, honey, she's really nervous.

- And, you know, Neal has a calming smile.
- Fine.

- I'll bring Neal and his calming smile.
- Thank you.

You're a good boy. And so are you.
Heh, heh.

Neal. Hi.
- Sara.

- When did you get back?
- Few days ago.

- How was Argentina?
- It was hot, but very interesting.

- What did you find?
- Figured out where those crates we found...

were being smuggled out of.
It's an estate in southern Argentina.

Love what they've done with the place.
Someone burned it down.

I'm pretty sure it was Vincent Adler.

This is where Adler was hiding
after he fled the U.S.

- All right. This is good.
- Yeah. I also met some locals.

And some llamas.
Yes. And some llamas.

This is Rosa.
She worked in Adler's kitchen.

Said he was obsessed with finding
a German soldier named Gerhardt Vogner.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

- But hopefully the FBI can find out.
- All right. I will pass this on to Peter.

Thank you.

- It's good to see you.
- You too.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Okay.

- Are you going this way?
- Yeah.

- I hate that.
- Awkward goodbyes...

after you've already said goodbye.

- I'll grab a coffee.
- Bye.

Your husband will be here, right?
He'll be here soon.

Wanna go over
seating arrangements with Yvonne?

Okay.

Hey. Thank God you're here.

- Where's my husband? She's losing it.
- He's on his way. He said to meet him here.

- Will you call and see how close he is?
- Yeah, of course.

Hey. I just got a text. Andrew's coming.

- What do we do?
- I thought he was in Connecticut.

The meeting got canceled. So I gotta go.

Hold on just a second.

Neal.

- How far away are you?
I had to borrow Diana's car.

I would've been there in 10
but there was an accident on Fifth.

So now, 17 minutes,
plus one minute for parking.

I'll still be there four minutes early.

Okay, hold on.

Yeah. That might not be soon enough.
Stanzler's on his way too.

All right. Do whatever you need to do
to keep her calm.

But don't let her go.

You really miss your air conditioner.

- He made my dog pant. This is personal.
Okay.

Sorry. I know. I know, I trust you.
I just... I'm sorry, I can't do this.

- Brooke Argyle?
- Yes.

- Hi. I'm Agent Peter Burke. How are you?
- Hi.

- Hey, hon.
- Hey, honey. Thanks for coming.

Of course.

El told me you have information that
links Andrew Stanzler to the blackouts?

- Oh, he's outside. I can't...
What your boss is doing is wrong.

And it's hurting a lot of people.

Will you help us?

Listen. You can trust my husband.

- Okay.
- Thank you. We'll take care of you, okay?

- El will be in touch.
- Yeah.

Wow. Did we really just do that?

- Did you see any other option?
- No.

So which one of us is gonna tell Peter?

I vote you.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- You impersonated an agent.
- You told me to do whatever I needed to do.

- I didn't say commit a federal crime.
- I convinced her to come in.

Now is the time to correct the situation
by having her meet the real Peter Burke.

She will blow out those doors so fast
you won't see her shadow.

Because the lights will be out from the
power outage she couldn't help us stop.

You don't get to be me anymore.
That doesn't go there.

- What are you doing? Get up.
- Peter, she's skittish.

If I try to explain to her
that I impersonated you...

she'll never trust you, me, Elizabeth,
or the FBI.

No. Don't touch that.

Hello? Oh, hey, EI.

Oh, you're downstairs with Brooke?
Great.

Listen, I talked to Neal.

And we're just gonna be honest with her.
Yes.

That's all that...

Honey, you... Right. Uh-huh.
I understand.

Okay. See you in a bit.

Elizabeth talked you into it?

Listen up, everybody.

For the next hour
and only the next hour...

you will call Mr. Caffrey
Special Agent Peter Burke.

No questions, no laughing, just do it.

And never speak of this again.

Me?

What? You don't even need him.
What are you...? Stay there.

Hey, hon.
- Hi, hon.

Okay, heh, heh.

Great to see you.

Hi, Brooke.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I thought we were just gonna
be speaking with your husband.

We were. But actually,
this is, um, Neal Caffrey.

- Are you an agent too?
- No. No. I wish I was.

I'm just a consultant.

So how does that work?
Actually, I'm a criminal.

- A criminal?
I've made a lot...

of really bad life choices,
which landed me in prison.

- But now I assist the FBI.
Oh, okay. Good.

As a matter of fact, had it not been
for Agent Burke here...

l'd still be in prison rotting.

You give me more credit than I deserve.

No, no, no. Don't be modest, Peter.

You caught me twice.

And you can send me back
anytime you want.

- Why don't we go talk in my office?
- Okay.

So what role did Stanzler's company
play in all this?

Stanzler's company is a broker. New York's
electricity system is a deregulated market.

So if someone bought up
enough energy...

they could temporarily, artificially
create a shortage.

- Don't get any ideas, Neal.
I won't. But I'll talk to the...

You should talk
to the Commodities Trading Commission.

Hm.

Um, is there any way you and I could speak,
just the two of us?

I know Neal seems intimidating.
But he's very useful in cases like yours.

In fact, I think he's the single most
valuable asset we have here at the Bureau.

Please?

On second thought, Neal,
cream, no sugar.

- We have agents for that.
- I have something better. I have you.

Thank you.

I didn't want to say this
in front of your criminal consultant.

But I think Stanzler's
looking for a burglar.

- What's he trying to steal?
- I'm not sure.

But I listened in on a very cryptic
phone conversation he had...

with someone named Bill Roscoe.
- Bill Roscoe.

I Googled the name
and Bill has a criminal record for...

Breaking and entering, yeah.

Oof. Don't you hate it
when Peter makes you get coffee?

You're getting me mocha chai lattes
for the rest of the month.

Hey, boss. Why is Neal in your office?

Neal is posing as Peter so a witness will
tell us about an energy collusion scam.

- Awesome. I'm going in.
- No!

Come on. Let me bring him a file.

- What do you have?
- Uh-uh. This is for Peter.

- Heh.
Diana.

It's the info Sara requested
on Gerhardt Vogner.

There's nothing in here.
Why is Gerhardt Vogner's file empty?

The Department of Defense
classified his information...

when he emigrated to the U.S.
After World War II.

Yeah, but that was more than
50 years ago.

I'll make some calls.
See if I can get his file declassified.

I'm gonna find out
what Brooke had to say to me.

- This is gonna be good.
- Oh, yeah.

No, no. No.
Ha, ha.

A thief?

- Sounds like a job for Neal Caffrey.
- Yeah.

Too bad Stanzler already made me.

I'd love to find out
what he was trying to steal.

You still can.
Or the new Neal Caffrey can.

You're serious?
Peter, that's bold thinking.

But posing as a thief,
particularly as me...

I mean, you'd be better off sending in
any number of competent criminal CI's.

Mm-hm. No. I'm retaking control of this
case before anything else goes sideways.

Talk to Brooke. Have her put Neal Caffrey,
thief, on his books.

- That's you?
- That's me.

Welding is a lot harder than it looks.

I deserve a medal. Heh, heh.

Sorry about the flames.

- You wanna wear my extra helmet?
I'm good.

Nothing like wearing a leather
flame suit on the hottest day of the year.

I'm almost back to my fighting weight.

For the last parts for the antenna,
I've been scouring eBay Europe.

Are you listening to me?

You can't believe the amount of paperwork
required to send someone undercover.

Isn't that the suit's job?

He made me do it since I told
the whistleblower I was Peter Burke.

- Heh. Why would you do that?
- We were gonna lose her. I had to.

Now I'm stuck with the IS9 form, a.k.a.
The Whistleblower Declaration of Facts.

Okay. Remember when your mother said
don't cross your eyes...

because they'll stay that way?
- Yeah.

The same thing holds
for impersonating a suit.

Get out or I'm gonna find you
wearing wingtips.

What do you think?
- Uh. I'm too late.

- The metamorphosis is complete, cockroach.
- Thanks, Kafka.

Peter, Sara, what are you doing here?

Do I wanna know?
- Not yet.

All right. Tales of the FBI's
classified files.

Peter figured out why Adler's
interested in Vogner.

Excellent. Top-secret movies.
I'll make popcorn.

Butter, please.

When do we get to the good part?
Shh.

Quiet.

... and their relentless counter
blockade to destroy Britain's shipping.

The man on the left is Gerhardt Vogner.

He worked as a radio operator
in the U-boat Headquarters.

After the fall of the Third Reich,
he fled to America.

He claimed to have top-secret information
he wanted to share with the U.S.

Gerhardt Vogner, however, was sent
to a detention center at Ellis Island.

And whatever he knew disappeared with
him when he escaped a few weeks later.

What kind of top-secret information
could Vogner have...

that Adler would be looking for
a half-century later?

Something to do with the antenna
Mozzie's been building.

Makes sense because he was a radio guy.

If he escaped the detention center...

he may have hopped the fence
and gotten in the naturalization line.

Why not? Changed his name,
became an upstanding citizen.

All right. We'll check the archives for
matches between his physical description...

and someone who entered Ellis Island
around that same time.

Listen. Next time you're poking around
classified files...

see if you can find anything
on the death of the electric car.

Sure. And I can throw in some stuff
about crop circles.

Yes.

Oh, you're joking.

Mozzie, the U.S. government is not
conducting mind-control experiments.

Heh, heh. That's what
they've made you believe.

- Are we doing this again?
- Guess so.

- Are you headed home?
- No. I'm gonna go grab a bite.

- What about you?
- Just to the gym.

Really? I took you for more of a sit-up,
pushup-in-the-morning kind of guy.

- I swim.
- Yeah? With your ankle bracelet?

It's waterproof. Are you trained
in counter-surveillance?

Talking about the guy at our six o'clock?

- So the answer's yes?
- Yes.

And he knows we made him.

How long do you want to stay here?

See what his next move is.

Much better.

That's not fair. It's my game.

We take turns.

He's making his next move.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I've been followed before
in my line of work.

Whoever he is,
he knows you're working for us.

So the emergency exits
are here and here.

There's only one entrance to the exhibit
and a service corridor.

If you're not planning on
robbing the museum...

why would you need to know all this?
- It's my in to impress Stanzler.

You know, it's sexy watching you
plan a heist.

- Yeah? You think I should go rogue?
- Mm-hm. Yes.

All right, say goodbye to Peter Burke.

Hi. I'm Caffrey, Neal Caffrey.

- What?
- Nothing.

You don't like my Neal?

Well, he sort of has a way of,
I don't know, pulling you in when he talks.

- A kind of quiet, sexy whisper.
- Oh, sexy, huh?

- And he doesn't put his hands on his hips.
- Right.

He gets people to do
what he wants by charming them.

He doesn't rely on a badge.

Really?

Well, you are so smart.

You have all the answers.

And I couldn't do this without you.

Much better.

Heh. Oh, honey. You're gonna have to
take off your wedding ring.

I am.

- Hm.
- I feel naked without it.

Hm...

Maybe you could wear a hat.

Mr. Stanzler.

This is Neal Caffrey.

- Who?
- Your 11:00, sir.

I understand you're interested
in an acquisition.

I'm sorry. What?

You're interested in an acquisition?

- Who told you that?
- I think Bill Roscoe.

- He said you offered him a job.
- Yeah.

Well, heh, big Bill has a big mouth,
and I never offered him anything.

- Hm. Well, if there is a job, I'm your man.
- Yeah.

Everybody in your business
says the same thing, right?

Uh-huh.

What if I told you I could rob this place
in under 20 minutes?

Good luck. We've got
the top-of-the-line security system.

Well, it's good but nothing's perfect.

Two cameras cover the front and back
but they're blind to the side exits.

Your roof? It's a burglar's dream.
One inch wood and asphalt.

What exactly would you leave with?

Every display is laser guarded, heat,
motion, and weight sensored.

I know.

So I'd skip the display
and hit your private collection.

- How did you know about that?
- Like I said, I'm the best.

Stanzler needs a thief to steal
a flash drive from this man.

- Another trader, Francis Luntz.
- Oh, slow down, Caffrey.

- I wanna hear details about the meet.
- Quiet, you.

Based on their trading records and what
little information I got from Stanzler...

I believe the two are using
their combined market power...

to create temporary shortages.

But did you flaunt your past crimes?

No, I did not flaunt my past crimes.

- How did you convince him to hire you?
- I'm that good.

Now, these guys are incredibly careful.

From what I can gather,
Luntz doesn't trust Stanzler.

He secretly videotaped
one of their meetings.

This video, which is now on flash drive,
is what Stanzler wants me to retrieve.

- Steal.
- Steal.

- Why don't we just use a warrant?
- We could.

But Stanzler doesn't know exactly
what's on the tape.

So if we shake Luntz down
and the video is insufficient...

we blow our chances of catching
either one of these guys.

But I do want a warrant for Luntz's home.

- I don't need a warrant to break in.
- This Neal Caffrey does.

That's it for now.

After we left my apartment last night,
Sara and I were followed.

- Any suspects?
- Adler. I think he put a tail on Sara.

Everyone who's looked into him,
Mozzie, Kate, they all got hurt.

- Where's she now?
- At the archives. I'm meeting her there.

- Good idea. Stay close to her.
- All right.

But for my break-in,
I'm gonna need some training.

I got you covered.

Ah. My pupil has arrived.

Take the pebble from my palm.

- Seriously? Kung fu?
- I'm preparing you for your mission.

Okay. Give me $20.

Look, do you want my help or not?

Lesson one. We take, we don't give.
Now, moving on...

Give me my 20 back
or I'm gonna arrest you.

Oh, you're gonna be
a very difficult student.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Did anyone follow you?
- No.

- You?
- No. All clear.

They said it could take
up to four weeks for us...

to get access to those files.
- That's all right. I got a plan.

Are you gonna share that plan with me?

Any chance you can tell me more
about what you're looking for?

It's regarding an individual who may
have come through Ellis Island in 1946.

We need to look through the files
to match a physical description.

The rest is national security.

- You understand.
- Of course.

Sorry I wasn't more helpful
over the phone.

- She didn't say she was with the FBI.
- Oh, she's not.

I am.

Please follow me.

Peter knows the broad strokes.

This is it.

Records, ledgers, card catalogs.

- Which ones are from 1946?
- All of them.

Excuse me.

Huh. Yeah. We can do this.

Okay, listen up, sausage fingers.

We don't have all day.

Oh. Our guest speaker.

Hello there.

- How's he doing?
- We'll come back to the lock-picking later.

Byron would be so thrilled to know
his training jacket is back in the game.

Heh, heh, heh.
- Are you teaching him to run a cross?

Oh. Scratch on a dip.

With the farmer's pants?

- Neal wants to run a bird dog.
- Oh.

He's a Fed.

- Can we move on with this?
- Uh, yes.

Now, your first task is to drop a bug
into Stanzler's jacket...

so your little evil empire friends
in the van can listen in on him...

while you fumble through the house.

- Do we need a commentary?
- Yes.

But dropping the bug isn't the hard part.

Retrieving it is without
jingling the bells.

- Aw.
- Again.

All right.

This is impossible.

Understatement is the key.

These two fingers like tweezers...

so that the thumb
will never touch the mark.

It's gonna take a while.

So tell me, Repo, why you helping out?

What's your angle in all this?

If Adler spent his life
searching for something...

that means the payoff's gotta be bigger
than the billion he's already stolen.

That's all?

I like the mystery.

I know what it's like
to have a lot of questions.

Really?

When I was 13, my older sister ran away
and we never heard from her again.

Sorry.

I used to go into her room...

and just look at her things
and hope that something held the key.

You know, if there was a book about
dancers, I'd wonder, is she a ballerina?

Or there was a pony poster...

so I wondered if she was off
on a ranch somewhere.

And I never found the answers
I was looking for.

But...

if we find Adler, maybe you can have
some closure with Kate.

Last chance, suit.

Some of us go to work at night.

Like this?

- You didn't drop a bug.
- No, I didn't.

I decided to practice one more lift.

You've learned all I have to teach you.

You, Peter Burke,
are ready to commit a crime.

Good luck.
- Thanks.

Looking sharp, Peter.
- Thank you.

There's a very good teacher
inside that little shiny head of his.

- How'd it go at the archives?
- Great.

But it's gonna take a while
to find Vogner.

Another late night with Sara, huh?

Keep your eye on the prize. This is serious.
Stanzler doesn't mess around.

- Backup is 10 seconds away...
- You don't give me the "be careful" speech.

I invented the "be careful" speech.

Yeah. But since I'm you...

You're Neal in the van,
and I'm Neal outside the van.

Okay. Now go out there
and make me look good.

- Neal.
- Mr. Stanzler.

When you get to
the master bedroom...

look for anything called Project Edison.
- Got it.

My meeting with Luntz
will last 20 minutes.

You have exactly that to find the video
and find your way back to the Bentley.

Twenty minutes? Plenty of time.

It better be,
otherwise you're on your own.

Let's go.

Heads up, guys. I think
we're pulling into Luntz's mansion.

Out of the vehicle,
headed to the basement door.

Good. We got ears on you.

Wait for me to confirm that.

Working on the lock now.
- Okay.

We have ears on you.

I'm in.

So tell me about this guy Wheelock.
He contacted the power company.

What else did he say?

They have budget cuts, fewer controls...

which makes monitoring us
that much more difficult.

Three thousand immigrants a week
and not one of these files is computerized.

Well, whoever this Gerhardt Vogner is,
he has earned my admiration.

- How is that?
- He worked the system to his advantage.

I mean, one day he was here,
and the next, poof!

He's vanished into the vast bureaucracy.

Like a German Dave Chappelle.

Did Neal send you to come sit with me?

Uh, no one sends me. I go places.

Of course. My mistake.

He's not worried about you,
if that's what you're implying.

I'm here for obvious reasons.

Well, of course.

I mean, it's impossible to deny this
Tracy/Hepburn thing between us.

I do want you, Mozzie.

Please control yourself.

I'm here to double the workforce.
I want to get Adler too.

Oh. I take that as a sign.

Of what?

I'll let you know.

- I'm in the master bedroom.
- Check the drawers and cabinets.

People usually hide things
where they're easily accessible.

As Mozzie taught you.

I found a safe key. Centurion.

Centurion. Look for an in-wall safe.

Mrs. Luntz. Well done, Mr. Luntz.

I found the safe.

I found the video.

I'm copying it now. I'll give the original
to Stanzler and keep the backup for us.

Guys, listen to this.

This Chip Wheelock, the guy at ECH.

That's East Coast Hydroelectric.

- What exactly does he know?
- He knows he wants in.

We got a guy in the power company...

flips a switch, rolling blackouts,
we make a fortune.

No. No way. It's too risky.

You mean it's too easy?

Look, go to the party on Saturday night...

talk to the guy, spend a few minutes,
see what he has to say.

If you don't like it, take a walk.

Peter, Stanzler and Luntz
may have an executive...

from East Coast Hydroelectric
in their pocket.

He's meeting them at the party
on Saturday.

All right. We wait until Saturday
and take down all three of them.

The video's copied.

I'm on my way out.

- What's your exit plan?
- Same as my entrance plan.

- Did you get it?
- Yeah.

Very good.

Give me a hand.

It's been a pleasure.

You want another job?

- What do you have in mind?
- Geller Museum, Saturday at 5:00.

Tell no one, ask no questions,
and I'll pay you double.

- Okay.
- Okay.

After the first outage,
we will clear seven figures a month.

This is what was on the drive.

Luntz recorded this meeting
and kept his mouth shut...

even though we believe
he went on to participate.

Saturday, Stanzler's trying to bring in
this man to sweeten the pot.

Chip Wheelock, senior manager
at East Coast Hydroelectric.

With someone at the power plant
able to flip the switch...

they'll be able to escalate their plan.

- That means more blackouts.
- Not if we stop them.

I've been invited to an event as Neal.

We can take advantage of this opportunity
by slipping a video feed on Stanzler.

- How do we do that?
Brooke was able to get...

Stanzler's suit from the dry cleaner.

We installed a camera
in place of the lapel button.

Check this out.

Nice.

Brooke will make sure
that Stanzler's wearing that jacket.

- Jones, Diana, you'll be in the van.
- Always.

I like the van.

And as a precaution,
I'll be accompanying Elizabeth.

- As my wife's husband.
- Yeah.

Tell your staff they get a hundred each
if they don't spill anything.

They get fired if they do.

El said you knew
how to motivate your employees.

It's the smallest eight-foot bear
I've ever seen in my life.

I've got Stanzler's camera online.

Anything Stanzler sees, we'll see.

Neal, have you met Peter
and Elizabeth Burke?

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- This is my lovely wife Elizabeth.
- You married up.

You're telling me.

- I could use a drink right now.
- Yes. I'll have one too.

Yeah. Me too. Thank you.

Mr. Stanzler, Mr. Luntz is here.

Can you help me out here for a second?

Yeah, you're the boss.

Ladies having fun?

So this is undercover work, huh?

I'm sure Peter is hating
every second of it.

And you? How does it feel
to be an FBI agent?

I'm still trying it on.

The job certainly has its perks.

Excuse us, ladies.

- What are we doing?
- Your assignment.

Everyone hear that? Showtime.

Copy that, Peter.

- You donated all of this?
- Yeah.

I'd like you to babysit
my friend Francis there.

He's not having a very good day.

- That's my assignment? Babysit Luntz?
- Yeah.

I'll have more for you when I get back.

- Lot on your mind?
- Yeah.

Listen, I'm glad that Stanzler let us alone
for a couple of minutes.

I don't know what he told you,
but I'm not interested.

I mean, this thing, it's gotten
way beyond what I ever imagined.

You two, you do what you want.
But I'm out.

- Sorry, Wheelock.
- Yeah, wait. Francis.

- He told you I was Chip Wheelock?
- Yeah.

But you're not?

Excuse me a minute.

I know about your energy scheme
with Stanzler.

- What?
He's planning to double-cross you.

He can't do that.

I have leverage over him.

Actually, you don't.

Stanzler had me break into your estate
and steal the video.

Who the hell are you?

Jones, we're locked
in the Stanzler Gallery.

On it.

Yeah? This is Jones. You sure?

Another blackout's
about to sweep through this sector.

Diana, find Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?
- Yeah?

- Backup generator?
- Downstairs.

- Let's get down there.
- Okay.

- Where's the team?
On their way in.

Who are you talking to?
- The FBI.

Of course. Perfect.

Stanzler told you that Wheelock
would be here to lure you out.

- Why?
- My guess, when the power goes out...

he can circumvent the security cameras
and come back here unnoticed.

What's the point?

Ah, Jesus.

He's gonna kill me.

If I'm right, he's gonna
try to kill us both.

Who's got eyes on Stanzler?

All right, I see him.
He's on the far side of the room.

I'm on him.

Ladies and gentlemen...

due to the blackout,
this museum is now on lockdown.

FBI! Everyone stay where you are
and remain calm.

Excuse me.

Oh, come on.

Can you open this?

Peter, Stanzler's making his move.

He's out of the atrium
but I can't tell his location.

Peter's in the Stanzler Gallery.
We need to get a key.

- Hurry up.
- Hold this.

I wasn't trained to do this in the dark.

Peter, there's another light in that room.
It's Stanzler. He's got a gun.

We're at the generator.
It's been disengaged.

Can you turn it on?

FBI. Drop it!
You're surrounded, Stanzler.

Like he said. FBI has you surrounded.

I didn't know you had moves like that.

- I didn't know I authorized a badge.
- Well, I needed one.

- I was an FBI agent.
- Was.

Was.

You enjoyed being me.

Yeah, I admit there's a certain allure
to your profession.

How about you?

Being Neal Caffrey has its charms.

- Ignoring convention, embracing your id...
- Yeah.

- And I do look good in black.
- You do.

I have a feeling
I had to work a lot harder...

fitting into your world
than you did fitting into mine.

I don't know about that.

Heh. Good work.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You got the generator back on.
- Well, I couldn't leave you in the dark.

- Oh.
- Welcome home, Agent Burke.

It's good to be home, Mrs. Burke.

Oh, heh.

Thank you. I was starving.

Mozzie's in the other room looking
at microfiche.

- How was your night?
- Oh, you know. The usual.

Yeah? What'd you get me?

Oh, I love gourmet finger food.

It's a...

Guess the blackout
finally caught up with this grid.

Mozzie gave me a lantern. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.

- Uh, Sara? I got some...
- Huh?

Uh... Hi, Neal.

What do you got?

Oh, the, um, urgency transcends
the awkwardness.

I found Gerhardt Vogner.

Every characteristic matches.

Height, eye color, facial structure.
Uh, you missed a button.

He registered with immigration
under the name Michael Hunter.

- Well, let's go find him.
- Oh, we can't.

He died here in New York.

The obit says he has one surviving
family member.

A granddaughter.

Alex Hunter.

Who's Alex Hunter?

I thought I knew.

This is Alex.

I'm heading to the location now.

I'm on my way.