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PETER: Previously on White Collar...

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

This is Alan Woodford,

long suspected
to be the leader of the group.

PETER: No law enforcement agency
has ever come close to catching them.

Neal plans to infiltrate the gang.

NEAL: We have a problem. Matthew Keller.
He's running with the Panthers.

That's impossible.
Keller's locked away in a Russian prison.

El's pregnant.

To the future.

NEAL: How long have you
been working for Interpol?

See, I got the same deal that you do.

You know what they call this?

Mutually assured destruction.

You got something on me,
I got something on you.

Interpol is not to be trusted, Neal.

You say that about every institution.

NASA. PETA. Even NPR.

They're all totalitarian cults.

Lest we forget, the Nazis ran Interpol
during World War II.

Okay, okay.
The SS is not behind Keller's release.

Okay, so Interpol isn't evil.
They're simply stupid.

You don't make a deal
with someone like Keller.

But the good news is
that now we know what Keller's up to.

-We have leverage.
-As does he.

You do realize that
mutually assured destruction

still contains the word "destruction,"
right?

Please tell me there isn't a cat in there.

(BELL TINKLING)

May I?

If I poke its leg with a pen,
does Peter feel it?

It's a sarubobo.

Japanese good luck amulet
for expecting mothers.

-Hmm.
-It's for...

A friend.

I know that Elizabeth's pregnant, Moz.

Oh, you should also know
that I'm gonna be Elizabeth's doula.

Peter left that part out.

He doesn't know.
I haven't offered my services yet.

-I'm sure he'll be thrilled.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Uh, it's the Pink Panthers.
I have a meeting in a couple of hours.

Oh. I suppose my gift giving can wait.

It's members only.

Oh.

Look, I'll bring you in
when the timing's right.

I got to get to the FBI.
I'll call you after the meeting's over.

Matthew Keller is working as
a criminal informant for Interpol.

I've reached out to them, but they've
denied any knowledge of the operation.

Well, we did some digging.

Chances are Interpol are using
an RF ID tracking chip.

If we get close to Keller, we can
pinpoint his signal and track him too.

All the members of the Panthers
are scanned on arrival.

He's never set it off.

No, they must be switching the chip
on and off.

Which means
there's someone at the switch.

Keller has a handler.

And if Keller is off-leash,
that means he must be close by.

We'll set up surveillance
within a few blocks of the meet location.

-See who else is watching.
-PETER: Excellent.

While you're meeting with Panthers,

we'll say hi to whoever was
dumb enough to let Keller out of prison.

Don't bother. We're already set up.

(BEEPS)

DIANA: It's gonna take a while
to run facial recognition on everyone

and cross-check Interpol database.

If Keller's handler is undercover,
he won't be in it.

We'll do it the old-fashioned way.

DIANA: Shoot pictures now,
match 'em up later.

Exactly. We see any of these people
the next time we track Keller,

we'll have his handler.

NEAL: Not a very discreet location
for a gathering.

KELLER: That's because
it's just you and me.

What are you talking about?
Where's Woodford?

He's out of town on business.

With the Panthers?

What? Like he told me?

But before he left,
he gave us marching orders.

-Us?
-We're working together, Caffrey.

Just like old times.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Neal and Keller are leaving already.

No time to collect photographs.

We'll have to do it by memory.

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

Now, inside the office is a vault.

Inside that vault
is a digital file named Exodus.

What's in the file?

It's not our concern.

But we got to make a copy of that file
without anybody knowing.

Yeah. I can take this.
I'll call you when I'm done.

Come on, huh?

Don't the idea of working together
give you a little tingle?

No, it doesn't.

That's too bad.
It's just Woodford's orders.

So, if you want this freedom thing,
you're stuck with me.

-Do you have a way in?
-As a matter of fact, I do.

I figured in honor of our reunion,
I'd go with a classic.

Lady awaits.

Her name is Amy Harris.

She's the executive assistant
to the CEO of Atlas Tech.

A guy by the name of Harold Grant.

She's been working there for six years,
so I know she's got her boss' trust.

-Which means she has access to the vault.
-KELLER: Exactly.

And the big boss,
he's out of town for the next 72 hours.

That's a tight window
to gain her confidence.

Well, that's why they chose the best.

Watch and learn.

No, wait. Just hold on a second,
all right?

NEAL: She smiles easily and makes
eye contact. She's a good person.

-That makes her an easy mark.
-No, that means you don't have a shot.

Why don't you show me how it's done then,
maestro?

Okay. We don't need to involve her
in this.

Let's go back to the building,
find another way.

I already staked it out.
This is the only way.

It's your call, Caffrey.
It's either you or me.

It's a kohlrabi.

-I'm sorry?
-What you're holding.

It's like a sweet cabbage.

It's great in a salad
with a little sea salt and olive oil.

Or you can peel away the skin
and eat it like an apple.

-It's one weird apple.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm from the nation's breadbasket.

We grow a lot of things,
but nothing like this.

Hmm. How long you been in New York?

Six years.

Hey, you're practically a native.

I love everything about this city.

Even its vegetables.

But my parents keep insisting
that Iowa is my real home.

-Well, they're parents, right?
-Right.

Can I get this?

A dozen chayote squash,

another dozen kohlrabi,
and three pounds of jicama.

-What? I'm really hungry.
-Wow!

-Anyone look familiar?
-DIANA: Not yet.

I keep looking for Euro Peter.

Slick suit, skinny tie, Bono glasses.

-I could pull off Bono glasses.
-I would love to see you try.

PETER: Gotta be around here somewhere.

Ooh, guy over there at the café,
I think I saw him before.

Looks familiar. You want backup?

I'll be fine, keep an eye on Caffrey.

A chef. That's amazing.

Easy, easy. It would be amazing
if I were a rich chef. But...

Yes, but you're doing what you love.

-Yeah.
-I can hear it in your voice.

Not many people get to do that.

What about you?

I'm an assistant.

-All right.
-(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Total passion job, right?

Well, if it leads to doing what you love,
then yes.

Yeah. I guess.

-(NEAL CLEARS THROAT)
-Mmm!

To passion. It's for you.

Thank you.

It was good talking to you.

You, too.

(SIGHS)

KELLER: Hey, beautiful.

So, I'm visiting from out of town.
I could use a tour guide.

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help you.

What's the matter?
You seem like a nice girl, huh?

Don't wanna help a guy out?

Honey, is he bothering you?

No, it's okay.

-All right.
-I misread the situation, I apologize.

I'd say so.

-I just said I'm sorry.
-You should be.

-(LAUGHING)
-(CHUCKLES)

-Sorry.
-Thank you.

-No.
-You didn't have to do that.

-Sorry.
-No, no. It's no problem, I just...

I thought it was the fastest way
to get rid of that jerk.

Yeah, he's the kind of guy
that my friends warned me about

when I first moved here.

-Wait until I tell 'em about you.
-(LAUGHS)

You know, just to be safe, why don't
I walk you to where you're going?

It's just me and some jicama.

-You can trust me.
-I mean, apparently you are my boyfriend.

Well, that's a first, because I've never
had girlfriend whose name I didn't know.

-I'm Amy.
-Neal..

-Nice to meet you, Neal.
-Nice to meet you.

(PETER SIGHS)

It's hard enough
putting the bad guys in prison

without the good guys letting them out.

The same could be said for you,
Agent Burke.

I had a feeling I'd see you soon.

Did you?

I thought it would be sooner.

Luc Renault.

It would've been sooner
had you reached out to me.

(CHUCKLES) That would not
have been in my best interests.

You don't wanna
take down the Pink Panthers?

Oh, I do.

What I do not want
is the FBI trying to steal my case.

-I wouldn't do that.
-(LAUGHS)

That's funny to you?

All I care about is arresting them.

AMY: Well, here I am.

How about lunch tomorrow?

Oh... My job doesn't allow me to leave
the desk for pesky things like eating.

What are you talking about?

I barely get five minutes
for the farmer's market.

Dinner?

I'll cook.

-So, here's my number.
-Ooh, a card. Very official.

-Thank you again.
-You're welcome.

Don't work too hard.

-See you soon.
-Yes, I'll see you soon. Bye.

(SIGHS)

KELLER: You're welcome.

-I had it under control.
-Yeah, whatever.

I handed her to you on a platter.
I mean, now you're her hero.

You know, all that time working together,
I can't believe we never pulled that con.

I can.

'Cause watching your side of it
is physically painful.

But effective.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

We have somewhere to be.

Aw, look at this.
One big happy family, hmm?

Keller.

The four of us need to talk.

It's good to see you again, Burkie.

How's the wife?

LUC: Shut your mouth, Matthew.

PETER: Why don't we all sit down?

The four us have the same goal.
So, we need to be working together.

We can't be tripping over each other.

I agree. Give me Neal and step aside.

All right. Dream on, Inspector Clouseau.

Neal is my CI.

-Yes. One that you clearly can't control.
-(CHUCKLES)

All right, all right. Politeness is over.

Neal works for me.
You work with me or you're out.

This is United States. This is FBI turf.

And you know that you can't
take these guys down by yourself.

-You underestimate me.
-No. You underestimate me.

This can either be
a joint FBI and Interpol case

or just FBI.

Your choice.

I know it doesn't have eyes,
but I swear it's staring at me.

I know. It's definitely the most
unique gift I've gotten so far.

Well, speaking of gifts.

Wow. (CHUCKLES)

(ELIZABETH READING)

"How to Not Screw Up Motherhood."

You were supposed to come over
and cheer me up, right?

-I am here to cheer you up.
-(CHUCKLES)

Because as hard
as having a baby was for me,

and dear God, it was hard,
there was one big thing I wish I had.

A partner.
And you have the best kind in Peter.

Yeah.

I do. I know.

But will he be here when
I'm trying to get the baby's fever down?

Am I gonna be going to all these
parent-teacher conferences by myself?

I mean, Diana, don't get me wrong.
I know Peter's gonna love being a dad,

but his job is very demanding.

Sounds like you've got hormones
whispering in your ear.

Trust me, I've been there.
But this is Peter we're talking about.

He's gonna dedicate himself to fatherhood
like he did the FBI, and to you.

-I know, but...
-It's gonna be okay.

Having a baby changes everything.

Just try not to let it change
what the two of you already have.

Yeah.

How were your adventures
in the janitorial night shift?

Oh, a stark reminder that I shouldn't
touch doorknobs with my bare hands.

Or tables.

-Or anything, really.
-You get what we wanted?

I scrubbed toilets at Atlas Tech
all night, want had nothing to do with it.

But I did get what was needed.

So, Amy's desk
sits outside the CEO's office.

Down the hallway,
away from everything else,

is this steel reinforced door.

Which only opens to the appropriate
fingerprint and iris scan.

So we need her to open the door for us.

Without knowing she did it.

Once we gain access
to the mainframe computer,

we just drag and drop the Exodus file
onto this.

And then we are in the wind,
with no one the wiser.

Oh, thanks. Commode cleansing
always builds up my appetite.

I hate to say it,
but I think we need Keller for this.

Great. Afterwards,
I have a hen house he can guard.

Peter was right.

If we don't work together,
we'll trip over each other.

So, what's your plan?

You're eating it.

(MICROWAVE DINGS)

(GASPS)

Since you can't leave your desk for lunch,
I thought I'd bring lunch to you.

-(LAUGHS)
-WOMAN: That's sweet.

Neal, I don't know what to say.

Uh, say that you'll throw away
whatever that is supposed to be.

-Happily.
-I hope I'm not overstepping, here.

Oh, my God. Are you kidding?
This is amazing.

Thank God my boss isn't here. (LAUGHS)

Oh, my God. This is delicious.

You think so?

Thank you.

-What is it?
-It's that guy.

From yesterday, from the farmer's market.

-You sure?
-I think so.

I know every guard here, and I've not seen
that man since before yesterday.

What do you think that means?

I don't know.

Maybe you should call security.

There's no dial tone.

Oh, my God.
What if he's trying to steal something?

You guys are a tech firm, right?

It's not like you keep
any valuables around.

That's not necessarily true.

And he was coming from the vault room.

There's no way
he could've gotten in there.

All right, do you want to check?
I'll stay here, keep an eye out.

Thank you. I mean, I'm sure it's nothing.

No, go ahead. Make sure...

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

NEAL: Amy!

The phones are working.
You want me to call security?

No, it's fine.
Everything's where it should be.

Oh. Hello, 1970s.

Looks like I brought a lightsaber
to a knife fight.

This is not good.

-PETER: Are we done?
-Not yet. Mozzie's on it.

-What's a Mozzie?
-He's Caffrey's soul mate.

We needed a third man.

I wasn't gonna recruit
one of the Panthers.

Besides, there's no one better than Moz.

No secrets. That was our deal.

All right, look.
You're working with the FBI.

Not the other way around.

Van dwellers, there's a problem.

Did you copy the file or not?

-I did not.
-Wait. It wasn't there?

Well, there's a problem.

The problem is that
this can't be copied onto this.

So, I took the original.

The only way to access the Exodus file

is to go back to the future.

PETER: That should have
never left the vault.

If someone discovers this missing,
this operation is a bust.

We got it out, we'll get it back in,

after extracting the Exodus file.

Good luck with that.

This is a first generation Minnow disk.
State-of-the-art in 1971.

Yeah, the primordial ooze
of magnetic storage.

Holds a whopping 80 kilobytes.

Which, in modern standards, is like using
a mini-van to haul a family of fleas.

These early disks
were never marketed commercially,

so you'll be hard-pressed to find a drive
that can read it or talk to it.

They're out there.

A high-tech security firm uses an antique.

-Why?
-Cold War era tech.

It's the new firewall.

Unlike cloud-based systems
and password-encoded networks...

They can't be hacked.

No Internet connections, no espionage.

Listen, our military trusts those antiques

to protect the launch commands
and nuclear silos.

LUC: Okay, we print the file,
and use the girl to put it back.

No. And we're not using Amy again.

If it is not returned,
she loses as well, no?

He has a point.

(NEAL SIGHS)

She doesn't deserve this.

Well, do you know any other way?

No, not really. I mean, that vault
is too secure to break back into.

I just don't want to hurt her.

Well, she could get hurt worse
if you don't.

She thinks I'm a chef.

-Mmm-hmm.
-I'll make her dinner tonight,

stall her until you've printed out a copy.
You bring the disk over...

You create a small diversion,
and I'll slip into her purse.

And when she finds it?

She puts it back where it belongs, right?

To save herself.

She'll know I did it.
She'll now she was conned.

(SIGHS) Any way to soften the blow?

Make this the most uneventful
dinner date ever?

-Hey, hon.
-(CLEARS THROAT) Honey.

Oh, uh... Luc, this is my wife Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, this is Luc Renault,
from Interpol.

Oh! The man who left my kidnapper go free.
Welcome.

PETER: Right.

Good luck with that.

Listen, Mozzie's in the dining room.

I think he fell off
the yard-sale wagon again.

Good night.

Why here? Why not the FBI?

Ah, the French and their inquisitions.

Hello, Suit.

Le Suit.

Mozzie avoids the FBI.

I only make an appearance
when Neal needs my assistance.

Le Suit, in your honor,
not that you deserve any,

I brought a 2005 Chateau de Lavergne.

You're welcome.

I do not drink.

-I'm sorry?
-I do not enjoy the taste.

Have you been scanned for a brain tumor?

Do I want to know
how you got all this stuff?

Um, let's just say I borrowed them
from someone's personal collection.

Mozzie.

In exchange for something from mine.
No more questions.

Okay?

So, since we don't have all the exact
equipment needed to read the disk,

this will require
a lot of trial, error... Musing.

Well, let's go easy on the musing.

We don't know how many courses Neal has
to stall her with.

This is why Neal has recruited someone
to cool down the proceedings.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(EXHALES)

-Hi.
-Amy.

Wow! (CHUCKLES) You look...

You look like summer.

-Hot and humid?
-No.

No, golden. Come in.

I bought it just for tonight.

Something smells delicious.

Yeah, it's fish. Hope you're not allergic.

Oh, no. I can eat anything.

Your place... Oh, my God. It's beautiful.

I need to turn the fish.

Ooh. Sole Meunière?

It's real sole. From Europe.

Pacific is not true sole.
It's more of a flounder.

Okay, is there anything you don't know
about food?

I'm always eager to learn something new.

Me too.

-I think this will be the perfect pairing.
-What?

-The wine.
-Oh! Right. Yes. (CHUCKLES)

-(CLEARS THROAT)
-Oh, yes. This is the Sauvignon Blanc.

Sancerre.

In the Loire Valley.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Better to drink it than talk about it.

You're right.

-Mmm...
-Oh, I have leeks to slice.

(AMY CLEARS THROAT)

I have always wanted
to learn how to do this.

-Will you show me?
-Sure.

Yeah.
The secret is to hold the knife properly.

Just pinch the hilt here,
feel the weight of it.

Okay.

-Like this?
-Yeah.

Like that. And take...

With your other hand, these three fingers.

Middle and the front,
the other two behind.

And let your knuckle guide the knife.

And slice going forward.

Okay. I think this looked a lot easier
when you did it.

No, you just have to let the knife
do the work for ya.

Be careful, it's sharp.

-I'm kind of a klutz.
-No, that's okay. No, no, no. See...

You barely have to move your arm.

Slice going forward.

There you go.

You better keep your eye on the leeks.
You're gonna cut yourself.

Yeah, sorry.

(DOOR OPENING)

-Oh! Hello, hello.
-June!

I hope I'm not intruding.

No, not at all. Come in.

Amy, this is my good friend
and landlady, June.

June, this is Amy.

-Hi. Nice to meet you.
-Hello, Amy.

-My guest.
-Nice to see you.

The smells were coming up the stairs.

I had to come up
to see what is Neal cooking.

Neal was just telling me
the history of the sole.

-Yeah.
-Sole Meunière? Mmm!

My favorite. I hope you prepared lots.

Oh, yes. Always.

June, have I ever told you the difference
between Pacific and European sole?

Um, no.

It's fascinating.
You see, European sole...

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Another loser.

Give me some room.

And by the way, cologne is not
a substitute for daily bathing.

Maybe you loaded the disk incorrectly.

MOZZIE:
It's not like loading a dishwasher.

It's more like making
a seating arrangement for a wedding.

Putting the right people together, so that
they might actually talk to each other.

Okay.

-(TYPING)
-(BEEPING)

(GASPS) I did it?

I did it! Dos, meet dot.

Dot, dos.

And when a dot and a dos
love each other very much...

-(BEEPING)
-(PRINTER WHIRRING)

Oh, I miss that sound.
That's it. It has to be.

I'm gonna call Neal.

PETER: Hey, we opened the file.
It's printing now.

Good, good. June threw an excellent block.

Terrific.

All right, remember.
When I get there, create a diversion.

-Peter.
-Yeah.

I really like her,
and I think she likes me too.

It's gonna kill her when she gets home
and discovers that disk.

Well, maybe she won't connect it with you.

Come on. When she left her house,
she didn't have the disk,

and after seeing me, she does.

What else could she think?

-I'm sorry.
-All right.

-(AMY LAUGHING)
-You never know.

NEAL: What'd I miss?

Uh, nothing we want to share.

I better be going.

-Whoa, so soon?
-Well...

Yeah, you haven't had the fish yet.

Amy and I are going to have
breakfast together.

-Really?
-Yes.

-Sorry, you're not invited.
-Ouch.

(JUNE LAUGHS)

Bye.

AMY: Bye.
JUNE: Bye.

You must be starving.

I could wait.

-You sure?
-Mmm-hmm.

June's great, isn't she?

She's a lovely lady.

But she's gone.

We're still here.

You know, when I got to New York,
I didn't have anything.

No place to stay, no clothes.
She let me stay here until I could...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's not my phone.

Sorry. That's my boss' ringtone.

-That's okay.
-No. Okay.

Hold the thought.

I have to take this.

-(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
-Mr. Grant. How's London?

Oh, you are? When?

What?

Yeah.

Right. No, no, no.
First thing. I'll be there.

(EXHALES)

-What's wrong?
-My boss came back early.

There's something very important
missing from the vault.

I'm gonna be fired.

What is all this?

Could be a top secret cryptogram.

Looks more like
a complex algorithm to me.

That's what they want you to believe.

-"They"?
-Them.

The man. The right hand.
The eye in the sky. The suits!

The Pink Panthers are thieves.

You are a most peculiar man.

Until I'm right.

My CI, my mission.

To you, it's a mission.
To me, it's everything.

PETER: Neal has never worked for you.

It's time he started.

Okay, I'm done.

Two suits acting like suits
is two suits too many.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Oh, and again, you're welcome.

Amy's boss came back early.
He knows the Exodus file is missing.

Has he called the police?

A security firm
admitting their security is breached?

I doubt it. Not until they come up
with a way to cover their asses.

How much time to fix this?

The time it takes for me
to change back into my suit,

kiss my wife goodbye,

and drive to Harold Grant's home.

To do what?

Tell him the truth.

We took the file
as part of an FBI investigation.

Maybe he'll cooperate.

What if he doesn't?

We throw all of this away?

I want this as much as you do.

But this is our only play right now.

What about the girl?

She's an innocent in all this.

I'll make sure nothing bad happens to her.
I'll call Neal. Have him send her home.

Matthew, wrap it up. I need you meet me.

NEAL: Why would he blame you?

AMY: It's my job to take care of things
while he's away.

And, boy, I sure did a great job.

Let a top secret file
get stolen from under my nose.

Luc. Let's go.

Luc?

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

I've had this job
since I've first arrived in New York.

Six years trying to move up the ladder.

Guess I fell off
before I climbed very far.

Will you call me after you meet with him?

I don't want you do go through this alone.

Thank you.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

-Yeah.
-PETER: Where's Amy?

-She just went into her apartment.
-Luc took the disk.

He could be trying to plant it on her.

-(TAP SQUEAKING)
-(WATER RUNNING)

(GASPS)

Oh, sweetheart, you should've
climbed into that tub.

I'm calling the police.

(STRUGGLING) No.

Hey, just relax. Just relax. Just relax.

KELLER: It's gonna be just fine.
Let's just talk about...

-Neal!
-You're not doing this.

She knows we stole it, Caffrey.

Wait...

You two know each other?

She's smarter than I thought.

He's a con man.

Okay? You've been conned.

But don't feel special, all right?

You're not his first victim. He's done
this to people all over the world.

Right, kid?

Is that true?

I'm afraid it is.

Caffrey, we're out of options, all right?
We need to take care of this, come on.

(WHIMPERING)

-Get away from me.
-NEAL: No. Get off of her!

Stay back, all right? She's gonna help us.

I'm not helping you.

Look, I never meant to get you
into trouble, but I did.

And I will get you out.

-How?
-By confessing.

NEAL: You took the disk, no one else.

I'm not confessing
to something I didn't do.

NEAL: You have to.

Look, we work for killers.

Men worse than him.

They know where you live.

Where you work.

No, no.
You're just still trying to con me.

I confess, I go to jail.

-You two get off scot-free.
-You're not going to jail.

You're gonna climb the ladder.

Tomorrow morning,
you're gonna take this disk

into your boss' office and tell him...

AMY: Mr. Grant.

I stole the Exodus file.

NEAL: You've given him six years
of loyaltywith no recognition.

No promotions.

I'm the first one here in the morning,
and the last to leave at night.

You see me as an assistant,
and you'd never see me as anything else.

Now you will.

By stealing this disk, you've exposed
a major security flaw in this company.

You are in serious trouble.

And so are you.

This flaw could be troubling
for our clients.

If you can't protect a little disk...

NEAL: Now for the closer.

You offer your silence.

He gets the disk back.

No one will ever know it was gone,
but in exchange for your silence,

you get a promotion
to the level you deserve.

After all, you've proven
that he underestimated you.

-Well?
-Well...

I did exactly as you said.

-And?
-And...

I quit.

What are you talking about?
He didn't offer you a promotion?

He would've done anything
to keep me quiet.

-Well, then why? What...
-I didn't want it that way.

I don't use and manipulate people
to get what I want.

-I'm not like you.
-Amy.

(GRUNTS)

Thank you.

(VOICE BREAKING) For making me realize
I don't belong in this city.

(SIGHS)

You were right. It's an algorithm.

What does it calculate?

It doesn't calculate anything. It chooses.

It draws lines between variables,

connecting them
in a seemingly arbitrary manner.

-Like a randomizer.
-Yeah.

What are the variables?

There are three categories. A different
amount of variables in each one.

Here's category one.

Letters. DFW, BOS, MSP...

-International airports.
-All of them in the U.S.

DIANA: These right here,
airlines and corresponding plane numbers.

PETER: International airlines.

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

DIANA: We haven't figured out
what these numbers mean yet.

But we think is has something to do
with where the shipment ends up.

If everything is chosen at random...

No one knows who's flying or where,
until the algorithm chooses.

Built in this kind of secrecy,
it must be a very high-value target.

Yeah. Without planning,
it's almost an impossible heist.

Unless you have the algorithm.

JONES: Yeah. Which, thanks to
Neal and Keller, the Pink Panthers do.

Excellent work, you two.

Luc.

Have a seat.

You stole evidence from my house.

I called Interpol,
hoping I could rein you in.

When I mentioned your name,

they acted like
I was reporting an Elvis sighting.

You're upset. I don't understand.

Thanks to my CI,
Woodford has a copy of the Exodus file,

and the Atlas Tech stayed quiet. Win-win.

You're CI almost killed an innocent girl.

My CI is the only reason
you and I aren't both mall cops right now.

Does it matter anymore?

I will not risk an innocent life.

And I will do whatever is necessary
to bring down the Panthers.

Not on my watch.

Then when you're not watching.

How about I arrest you right now
for interfering with an FBI investigation?

Interpol said you didn't exist.

We have places we can put you
where you don't.

Hmm, a slap. Very Joan Crawford.

I deserved it.
I never should have put Amy in harm's way.

-Oh, you mean Keller's way.
-Even worse.

There is no worse. Except maybe Luc.

He has me seriously
reconsidering my Francophilia.

Well, at least now we know
he's not afraid to get his hands dirty.

Uh, he's a Frenchman who doesn't
drink wine. He's capable of anything.

I never wanted to be this guy, Moz.
Someone who hurts innocent people.

The con man's quandary.

Maybe that's why I like working
for the FBI. We only con bad people.

I still ascribe to W.C. Fields' mantra,

"You can't cheat an honest man."

Amy was the exception.

She's a good person.

Spent years trying to build a future,
and I stole that from her.

Or you could look at it the other way.

What other way?

If you hadn't been there
to protect her from Keller,

she wouldn't have had a future to steal.

Honey!

(GROANS)

Hey! New in town, sailor?

-You look hot.
-(CHUCKLES)

-Mmm! Come here.
-Oh, no, no, no.

That's gonna cost you
a very expensive dinner downtown.

-On a Tuesday?
-Yes.

We have six months to be spontaneous.

-The baby.
-Yes.

It's going to set our schedule.
So we have 8:00 reservations at Babbo.

Let's be late.

-Hey, hon.
-I'm being spontaneous.

You're gonna be here for us, right?
Me and the baby.

Yeah. Why wouldn't I?

I know you do important work.

But being a father is important too.

I've spent years dreaming of being a dad.

And I don't wanna miss one second of it.

I am gonna love watching you be a mom.

We're gonna be great parents.

Let's just not lose this.

Us.

What we had when I held up that sign
and we smiled at each other,

across Houston Street.

That is impossible.

Let's be really late.

-Ooh! Okay.
-(ELIZABETH GIGGLES)

Chess, huh?

Well, it's just like old times.

Don't sit. It's more challenging
playing against myself.

Is that right? Then why the call, Neal?

Amy.

Breaking into her apartment,
going for your knife.

-It was a very fat line you crossed.
-Yeah?

Well forgive me, Caffrey, for I have
sinned. What is... What's my penance?

-You being you.
-(CHUCKLES)

But if you try anything like that again,

I throw my grenade.

And I throw mine, and we're both dead.
So where's the sweet spot?

I don't need one.

Collateral damage
is a con man's by-product, Caffrey.

See, guys like us,

we hurt people around us.

I'm not a guy like you.

You keep telling yourself that,
sweetheart.

So what? You got it all figured out, huh?

We take down the Panthers,
we get our freedom.

Then what? Live happily ever after?

-Yeah. Something like that.
-Something like that?

Yeah, you're living
in a fairytale, Caffrey.

No matter what happens, me and you,

we're hunted men.

We take down Woodford and his crew,

it's never over.

Even in prison,
they'll come looking for us.

And their reach, my friend,
it is far and it is wide.

And the Panthers, Neal, they don't stop
looking for rats until they're dead.

Until then, guess who they go after.

People closest to you.

And they'd make it hurt, Caffrey.

They'd make it hurt so bad
that you'd wish that they'd found you.

So, you enjoy this freedom
you're working so hard to get.

'Cause when
you're footloose and fancy-free,

those people that you love so much,

are on death row.