All language subtitles for White Collar - S01E12 - Bottlenecked.en

[♪♪♪]

MOZZIE: Realists don't
fear the results of their study.

Then why don't you find me more
favorable results, Dostoyevsky?

I hit everybody who
would or could know

about the damn music box.

Nothing's coming
up. Well, keep looking.

Mozz. Ah.

Your anonymous
chess opponent again.

Why aren't you more curious
about who's sending them?

I like the mystery.
Your girlfriend's missing.

You can't find the one
thing that might free her.

One could say there's
enough mystery in your life.

Where's the postmark
from on this one?

There isn't one.

There isn't one?

As in someone hand-delivered
this card to your door?

This is odd. The
other cards are blank.

The new one has a picture

of the Museum of
Natural History on it.

A good mystery
makes life interesting.

You know the Chinese curse.

May you live in
interesting times.

That's the first of two curses.

What's the other one?

May you find what
you're looking for.

What's the move?
Uh, knight to D-7.

NEAL: Knight to D-7.

You've done this move
before, haven't you?

Mozz, I know who I'm playing.

Keller. This was our last game.

Keller.

Looks like he's in New York.

Who won? I don't know.

We never finished playing.

[♪♪♪]

[ELEVATOR DINGS, DOOR OPENS]

Neal. Peter.

You're here early.

So are you.

What you doing?

Are you serious?

PETER: "Heist of the American
Museum of Natural History."

Not your normal hotbed
of crime and intrigue.

Yeah, it's probably
nothing. Hold on.

Interesting list
of items stolen.

Antique cork duck decoys
from the store room.

They also took
wax-sealed supply list

and French soil samples

that belonged to
Dr. John Bartram.

Father of American botany.

Just playing a hunch? Oh,
they already have a suspect.

They caught a guy
stuffing his backpack. It's...

Manuel Campos.
He's out on bail today.

Maybe we should go talk to him.

We could do that.

I think it's great
you've taken an interest

in a small-time museum heist.

History is important. Yes.

Duck decoys and
French soil samples.

You don't want me
looking into this. Why?

I don't waste your
time with a hunch.

Cut the crap. What's
going on here?

Look, I'm being honest with
you, Peter. I don't know yet.

There's something
bigger going on.

I don't believe this Campos is
the mastermind. Neither do you.

Who's pulling the strings
and why do I give a damn?

I have a theory.

Look out. Look out.
[TIRES SQUEAL]

[MAN GRUNTS]

[WOMAN GASPS]

NEAL: That's Campos.

Oh, my God, Manuel!

[SCREAMS]

You're gonna tell me
what the hell is going on.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Right.

Manuel Campos just died in ICU.

His wife's a mess. Says
she didn't see the driver.

N.Y.P.D.'s out of leads. Tell
me who's responsible for this.

His name's Matthew Keller.
He's the blue-collar version of me.

Keller. He's been
on our radar before.

And he always slipped off.

Interpol has linked
him to everything

from arms smuggling
to stolen antiquities.

Yeah, but they never had
anything more than hearsay.

Keller's never been caught.

All right, who is he?

Some kind of rival of yours?

More like an opponent.

We met at the Grand Casino.

Cut our teeth in Monaco working
the World Backgammon Finals.

Last I heard he pulled the
Stockholm Airport robbery.

He drove right up to a
flight unloading Krugerrands.

Left fake bombs on the
runway so no one could follow.

You met him playing backgammon?

Ah.

It was simpler times.

If this is Keller

I'm guessing he
posted Campos' bail

so he could get rid of him.

All right.

What's with the museum
heist, the cork and the wax?

It was a bet Keller and
I made a long time ago.

Counterfeit a bottle of
wine owned by Ben Franklin.

You and your wine. That's why
people are dying on the street?

Marie-Antoinette gave Franklin
a bottle of Chateau Du Munn.

It's rumored to be
in private hands,

but it's never gone to auction.

The point is the Franklin
bottle can't be counterfeited.

So it's a challenge. Figure out
who can pull off the impossible.

May the best man win.

I don't care about your rivalry.
If he's my killer, I want him.

Let's check around.

Let's see if there's any
chatter on this bottle.

[♪♪♪]

Mr. Cattigan.

Sir Roland Cattigan.

Ah.

Sir Cattigan, you know
about this Franklin bottle?

Yes. A seller will be
presenting it on Friday

and we will be adding it
to Weatherbys Auction.

Who is the seller?

May I ask why the
FBI wants to know?

It's a forgery. Oh,
that's quite impossible.

The Franklin bottle...
Can't be faked, ever.

Well, my seller wishes
to remain anonymous.

Then you're gonna
have to disappoint him.

Tell me, agent, do you fashion
yourself a wine aficionado?

I like a good Pinot
now and then.

Pinot. You've seen Sideways.

Your point? My
point is that my palate

is insured by Lloyd's of
London for a million Euros.

My point is that
you don't understand

the subtleties of my business.

I think I do.

Word gets out a high-profile
bottle like this is fake,

you're done.

Now, I don't wanna
shut your business down

and search your
premises with a warrant

but I will.

I don't know the seller.

But the broker for the bottle is
a woman named Grace Quinn.

Satisfied?

I believe I am.

What's this? My search warrant.

Put me down for moo shu pork.

I'm a bad influence.

Our broker's name
is Grace Quinn.

Says here that she runs

an upscale wine
cellar called Bin 903.

Think we can link her to Keller?

Let me talk to her. What?

You can't go asking around
with a badge. You'll scare him off.

I'll tell her I'm
representing a client

who's interested in the
bottle, see what I can dig up.

You know where to find me.

Always do. All right.

[♪♪♪]

Chateau Latour,
Mouton Rothschild,

a case of Petrus, 1945.

That's a serious collection.

Look, my client doesn't
want his ex-wife or the IRS

to know about his holdings.

That's not uncommon.
We're very discreet here.

If you'd like to bring him by

I'm hosting a
private wine tasting

to celebrate
Weatherbys' annual sell.

Does that invite extend to me?

If you bring your
client, it does.

We'll be opening
some rare bottles.

All right, I'll see
what I can do.

My client is a
very cautious man.

It'll help if I can give him

a firsthand account
of the facilities.

Any chance I can get a tour?

Of course.

Right this way.

As you'll see, our
vault is state-of-the-art.

Humidity is at a
constant 62 percent.

Temp at 50 degrees Fahrenheit.

Nice.

[ALARM WAILING]
Ooh. Sorry about that.

It's okay. That's
what it's here for.

[DOOR BUZZES]

We change the code every day.

Good. I noticed you don't
have surveillance cameras.

We consider our clients'
anonymity to be top priority.

I assume it's something
a cautious man

like your client
would appreciate.

Well, you assume right, Grace.

Shall we?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Chateau Du Munn,
post-French Revolution.

Nice. Who's the collector?

I can't say.

Wouldn't happen to
be the same individual

who will auction the
Franklin bottle on Friday?

I can't comment on that bottle.

But, uh, no.

It's not the same individual.

Mm-hm.

Seems more his speed.

That I can neither
confirm nor deny.

Let's be honest with each other.

I know you're
brokering the sale.

You shouldn't.

If I didn't, I wouldn't be very
good at my job, Miss Quinn.

Your client must
be well connected.

That I can neither
confirm nor deny.

I'd love to meet the seller
of the bottle sometime.

He's been here
recently, hasn't he?

What makes you say that?

A man of his taste,

I'm sure he has an
appreciation for history, as do I.

May I? Be my guest.

"King's Crown.

"A tavern once frequented
by George Washington.

Now long buried
under Water Street."

Fascinating.

I get the message.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

What's up, Peter?

How did your chat
go with Miss Quinn?

Ah, I didn't find
anything on Keller.

Think he finished the forgery?

Maybe. I don't know. Did
you find anything on your end?

I might know why
he's running this scam,

and it's got nothing
to do with you.

Am I supposed to feel
relieved? I would be.

I contacted Interpol.
Their sources say

he's got a big
bull's-eye on his back.

Yeah? Yeah.

That Stockholm heist he pulled,

it was bankrolled with
Russian mob money.

Seems the comrades got a little
upset when he skipped Europe

without giving them their cut.

If they catch him,
they'll kill him.

Unless he promised the Russians
their money back and then some.

He's gonna pay off his debt
with the money from the bottle.

I want you here first
thing in the morning.

I wanna find Keller
before they do.

Me too.

[PHONE BEEPS OFF]

[♪♪♪]

NEAL: Matthew Keller.

I see you got my postcards.

Thanks for keeping in touch.

We never did get
to finish our game.

Aren't you curious
to see who wins?

Not anymore.

Manuel Campos died today.

I'm sorry. Who?

Your thief.

He had a wife.

Still afraid to get
dirty, huh, Caffrey?

[NEAL SCOFFS]

NEAL: Violence
requires no imagination.

Anyone can use a gun or a car.

That's why you'll
always be second-rate.

Yeah.

You're too weak to do what's
necessary to get what you want.

Including Kate,
from what I heard.

Nice try.

But you officially
lost that one.

You were in prison
for what, four years?

Missed a lot of
Valentine's Days.

I forgot how endearing it was
when she talks in her sleep.

[ANKLET BEEPING]

[BEEPING STOPS]

I should've warned
you, but we're, uh,

at the edge of your leash here.

Might wanna take it easy.

Imagine how I felt
when I discovered

that you of all people

were working for the feds.

I step forward and a dozen FBI
agents will be here in minutes.

That right? Be my guest.

Only one they'd have
sufficient cause to arrest is you.

Really? Yeah.

Trespassing? Ugh.

Come on, Neal. You're
clutching at straws here.

They got Al Capone
on tax evasion.

You flatter me with
the comparison.

What do you want?

I wanna play the game.

The Franklin bottle?

Yeah. I wanna
know who's the best.

You already submitted
yours for the auction.

Guess you won.

You never could
follow through, Caffrey.

That's why Kate went
looking for something else.

I'll give you the first piece.

Now let's play the game.

You got 10 days.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

What is this? A challenge.

Okay, where'd
you get it? Keller.

He wants a face-off.

Gave me the first piece to
forge my own Franklin bottle.

Awfully sporting of
him. Well, not exactly.

Gave himself a big head start.

Why do I get the feeling
this isn't about the bottle?

Mozz. It's about Kate.

It always was
between you and Keller.

Like he ever had a chance.

Doesn't matter what it was
about. Keller killed a man.

Oh, sure, sure. Now
you're the noble warrior.

Okay, what's the plan?
I'm gonna beat him.

He gave me the bottle.

Now we need to fill it,
cork it, seal it and label it.

You like scavenger hunts?

I've been known to uncover
an Easter egg or two in my time.

What's on the list?

[♪♪♪]

You saw Keller? NEAL: I did.

Damn it, Neal. We
could've done this right.

I could've taken him
down. On what, exactly?

He's completely clean.
That's how he works.

Doesn't take away
that you should've

cleared it with me first.

You're right. I should have.

You should have.

Weatherbys received
Keller's bottle this morning.

Wow.

It's good. PETER: Yeah.

It's also our only
piece of evidence

linking Keller to
Campos' murder.

And it's locked in a vault.

Might as well be at the
bottom of the Atlantic Ocean,

considering how
circumstantial all of this is.

I'm assuming a takeout
menu won't fly this time.

Nope.

Unless we can
convince him it's a fake.

That Cattigan guy
won't stop the auction

just because we
claim it's a fake.

And we need proof that it is.

We can submit a
Franklin bottle of our own.

There's only one bottle
in existence, right?

If I turn in a fake that's
just as good as Keller's,

they'll test them both.

What kind of test?
Standard stuff.

Carbon-date the cork, run
a molecular test on the wax

spectroscopic
refraction on the glass.

Stuff they got from
the museum heist.

Right. His bottle will pass
those. And so will mine.

That'll force the auction
house to run a cesium test.

They don't like to run them,
because they're so expensive.

It's a way to determine
the age of the wine

inside the bottle
without opening it.

Cesium 137 doesn't
exist in nature.

After they detonated
the first atomic bomb,

it spread around the world.

Anything bottled before 1945...
Like the real Franklin bottle.

Right... is cesium free.

Keller's bottle
has it. It's a fake.

Why can't I get hundred-year-old
wine and fill it up?

There's the rub.

They'd know you just added it.

The oxygen content
would be too high.

That's why it can't be forged.

And you think you can
beat this cesium test?

No, nobody can. It's impossible.

And that's the beauty of it.

You force the
test, you both fail.

It proves that Keller's
bottle is a counterfeit.

We got him on fraud.

Yeah, it's not
murder, but it's a start.

How you gonna put
the bottle together?

I already got a man on it.

[♪♪♪]

How's it coming? [SCREAMS]

Mozz, overreact much?

What are you gonna
do with tweezers?

The shinobi ninja can fashion
a weapon out of anything.

You're not a ninja.

Exactly what I
want you to believe.

How's the bottle coming?

Oh, I, uh, paid off a guard
at that maritime exhibit

for French cork made before
the Industrial Revolution.

We got our newspaper. This is
a New York Gazette from 1785.

They use it for
insulation in the walls

at the Colonial Ale
House. That's perfect.

There's only one egg
missing from our basket.

Wax. Preferably
18th-century beeswax

from the Chateau
Du Munn vineyard.

Grace, Keller's broker,

has a few Chateau
Du Munn in her vault.

How much wax do
we need? Not much.

I can make it work
with just a few shavings.

How's the security there? Good.

Keypad with a rotating
code, biometric scanner plate.

Oh, we can ju...
With pulse monitor.

Oh, that makes it trickier.
So how do you get in?

Have her open the door.

For you? No.

For my client, Carlton Leed.

Who's that?

No. That's your favorite word,

isn't it? It's a classic.

Nope, never, forget about it.

What makes you think

I would break into anyplace
with you and steal anything?

We are not breaking in.
You'll be shown around.

And we're not
stealing anything...

of value.

All I need are
some wax shavings.

It's like taking a lock of hair
from the floor of a barber shop.

Theft is theft.

I'm a CI, not an agent.

I don't have the
same restrictions.

Call this one a gray area.

Nada. Come on.

You can get all dressed up,

hobnob with pretty people,
drink a fine glass of port.

From everything
you know about me,

what makes you think I'd
enjoy any of what you just said?

Because this is
about catching a killer.

A wax shaving for a murderer.

This won't affect the value of
anything in Grace's collection?

Nope, no, nada.

[SIGHS]

You know, for the record,
I hate port. It's syrupy.

There will be other options.

[♪♪♪]

I still say this
tie is ridiculous.

It's Italian. And it looks good.

I feel like I should be
flossing my teeth with it,

not wearing it around my neck.

The sooner we can get
Grace to show us the cellar

the sooner you can get back

to your favorite
pair of sweatpants.

Now, I know wine
isn't your thing.

It's a tasting, Neal.

You nose a bottle, take a sip,

and say something pretentious,
like "rich with nice body."

Speaking of.

You made it. You
must be Mr. Leed.

Please, call me
Carlton. Grace Quinn.

I hear you're a man
of discriminating taste.

I hope we find something
to your liking today.

[CHUCKLES] Love your tie.

She loves the tie. Yeah.

[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

We'll be starting with a 1985
Chateau Petrus Pomerol.

Great year. You're
not holding back.

What do you think?

I'd say it's, uh, woodsy with
a medium body and hint of...

The lady asked what I thought.

[SNIFFS]

The use of wood is evident
in its broadness of flavors.

Great persistence in the mouth.

It opens up well in the glass.

I would agree.

I understand you have a more
substantial private collection.

Would you care to see the vault?

[GRACE SIGHS]

Your friend's not coming?

PETER: Oh, no.

I don't need a babysitter.

[LOCK BUZZES] Please, allow me.

And you're a gentleman too.

[CHUCKLES]

As you can see, our security
system is state-of-the-art.

Really?

MAN: Yes, he's quite an
expert. WOMAN: Oh, yeah.

MAN: Mm-hm. Absolutely.

GRACE: Like to
try something else?

PETER: I'd love some, thank you.

[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

[FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS]

There you are.

Chateau Du Munn,
post-French Revolution.

Miss Quinn, I have a question
about the Chateau Petrus.

Sorry to interrupt.

Mm. Please.

Don't I know you?
I don't think so.

I guess you just have
one of them faces, huh?

Mind filling this up for me?

Of course. Thank you.

Now I got it.

Yeah, I saw you
earlier. You, uh...

You came in with your friend.

Where'd he get off to anyway?

I don't know. I'm
not his keeper.

You're not, huh?

See, I think you are.

And then I wonder
what would happen

if I asked the security guard
to check the vault right now.

I wonder what that does
to a lawman's career

when his errand boy gets caught

breaking into somebody's
private property.

And I'm having a
hard time figuring out

why I don't book you
for murder one right now.

Is that right? Yeah.

How about I get Grace
to lock this vault down?

What are the cops gonna
find when they look inside?

A cellar full of dusty,
overpriced wine.

[CHUCKLES]

You know what?

I'm glad you brought
in the FBI, Caffrey.

Makes it exciting, right?

Be that much richer
when I beat you.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

He's a big fan of
himself. I noticed that.

Hmm. By the way, I heard that
somebody mowed down a citizen

right in front of an FBI agent.

What a shame.

I mean, that's gotta
be embarrassing

for the Bureau, right?

Good luck with
that investigation.

I spend five
minutes with the guy,

I wanna punch
him right in the face.

Imagine how I feel.

You'll feel better when
we take him down.

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

This can't be good.

Why does everyone say that
when I walk into their office?

So you have good news? No.

I contacted the auction house.
They're closed to new entries.

Closed. We can't
submit our bottle?

Sorry, Peter.

Now quit the fool's
errands and catch this guy.

You've outdone yourself, Mozz.

Flatterer.

What's next? I set
up the vacuum pumps.

And transfer the wine.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Expecting someone?

Uh, Keller maybe?

June? PETER: No.

Peter, hey. What you doing here?

Got some bad news.

The auction house is
closed to new entries.

I appreciate your
A-Team run here, guys,

but I can't let you take
your bottle to Weatherbys.

It's Hughes. He pulled the plug.

If we don't, they won't
run the cesium test.

Keller gets away with a
half-million dollars and murder.

What if he wins? Or
worse, what if you win?

This guy will stop at nothing.

That's why we have to stop him.

No offense, but
your team hasn't.

You're right.

Keep going. Let's take him down.

Finish? Lactose.

See you in the morning.

I'll call Jones and
figure out a way

to get this bottle
into the auction.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Let's go, Haversham.

Slow it down.

[♪♪♪]

Morning, Peter. Morning.

I got nothing on
the auction house.

Weatherbys looks
pretty damn legit.

Damn. I need some
kind of leverage

so Cattigan will
let our bottle in.

Keller really got to you, huh?

[SIGHS]

Yeah, he's a piece of work.

He and Neal may be rivals,

but he's the anti-Caffrey,
the Bizarro-Neal.

Hmm.

What, you got something?

Yeah. Yeah, they had lousy
weather in France this summer.

Couple blazing hot months.

Grape harvest came up short.

That's good?

Yeah.

1947 was not a good year.

Forty thousand dollars, $45,000.

Thank you very much.
$50,000. Thank you, sir.

Fifty thousand dollars with
the gentleman on my right.

Fifty thousand, $55,000.

$55,000 with the
lady in the back.

Fifty-five thousand
dollars. 55,000, $60,000.

Thank you, sir. $60,000.

I see European nobles and a
handful of hedge fund managers,

but no sign of
your buddy, Keller.

It's hard to arrest him on
fraud if he doesn't show up.

Keller wouldn't miss the chance

to see my face
when this goes down.

He must be watching. PETER:
So he could be anywhere?

No, he'll be nearby just in
case anything goes wrong.

Doesn't help us much.

You think we can get
this into the auction?

I have a move up my sleeve.

I'm sorry. I can't
submit your bottle,

since clearly it has
to be counterfeit.

NEAL: One of them has to be.

How do you know it's not yours?

We have reason to
believe this is the real bottle.

Where did you get it?

We're not at liberty to say. Ah.

I won't admit it to the auction.

PETER: You sure about that?

Last year you sold six magnums
of Chateau La Fleur, 1947,

at about $50,000 a bottle.

That's public record.

PETER: I talked to the vineyard.

They only produced
five magnums that year.

You don't want people knowing
you got scammed, do you?

Bad for business.

I guess you'll have to
test them both to find out.

I can't. It would take
at least three hours.

The auction... GRACE:
Can wait three hours.

My client welcomes
the challenge.

Figured he might.

Oh, while we wait, why don't
you give me the IP addresses

of everyone watching
on your Internet feed?

Thanks.

LAUREN: Boss, how's it going?
They're running the tests now.

Congrats. Yeah,
not celebrating yet.

How's it going in there?
We're tracing those IPs.

Any hits? Three locations.

The Carlisle, the Peninsula
and a parking garage.

Who would be
watching from a garage?

Somebody who wants
to be on the move.

Send units to the hotels,

but put the bulk of our
guys on the parking garage.

They're about to
announce the results.

We're about to move on Keller.

Sounds like checkmate to me.

CATTIGAN: Thank you
again for your patience.

We apologize for the delay.

But as some of you are aware

we have had to
conduct a cesium test

to verify the authenticity

of the two bottles we
have been presented with.

The test shows that one
of the bottles is a forgery.

One of the bottles?

The other, represented
by Miss Grace Quinn,

is authentic.

CATTIGAN: Thank
you for your patience.

The bidding will
commence shortly.

You said it was
impossible to fake.

It is impossible.

Unless he had...

BOTH: The real bottle all along.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

If Keller had the real bottle,

why would he go
through all this?

Why pretend to have a fake?

MAN: This changes
the game completely.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes, the Lafite.

He wanted to drive up
the price. Damn. That's it.

Surround the bottle
with controversy.

Now everyone here
is dying to get it.

It will go for double,
even triple the price now.

Which gives him more money

to pay off his debt
to the Russians.

He used me to do it.

This was his plan
the whole time.

He is good. We have
to arrest him now.

Soon as this auction
ends, he's gone.

What am I gonna arrest him on?

I mean, we have
nothing on him now.

Trespassing. What?

Can't believe I'm
gonna ask you this,

but have you seen
him trespassing?

I have, actually, at
a construction site.

It had a no trespassing
sign and everything.

All right, we may not be
able to hold him for long.

But finding Keller
is gonna take a bit.

I'll stall until
you can get him.

Nothing... Illegal, I know.

[SIGHS]

[DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Yo.

Hey, Mozz, it's me.

Is the auction over?
No. I just stepped outside.

So how's it going? Not good.

Keller's bottle is real.

He has the real bottle?

You're kidding me. Nope.

Then why...?

To drive the price up.

Brilliant. And we took the bait.

Did they test both bottles? Yup.

How did our bottle do?

Passed every test
except the cesium.

You did great, Mozz. Now
focus. I need your help.

We can still nail
this guy. On what?

I'll tell you later.
Gotta find him first.

Remember how I told you
Keller has a debt to the Russians?

Of course. I have
perfect recall.

Well, I'm trying
to stall the bidding.

Keller's gonna wanna pay these
guys off as soon as possible.

Which must mean that
they're in town somewhere.

Exactly. I'll ask around.

Well, do it fast. If you find
anything, meet me at Weatherbys.

I'll leave a pass
for you in the front.

[PHONE BEEPS OFF]

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Anything?

Signal's from the
corner of the garage.

We sealed off every
entrance and exit.

All right, good. We're doing a
floor-by-floor search, people.

I want everyone prepared.
This guy could be armed.

Nobody gets out.

I must say it appears
this spot of intrigue

has whetted appetites.

So without further ado,

we'll open the
bidding at $100,000.

One hundred thousand and
20. What did you find out?

I did follow-up
on your suit's intel.

It turns out the Russians
are indeed after Keller.

They want their money now.
And Sergei himself is in town.

He wants personal
assurance from Keller

that he's gonna get paid the
moment this auction is done.

I got an idea.

Anything? No, nothing yet.

Clear. JONES: Clear over here.

Damn it. All right,
next floor. Let's move.

Three seventy-five,
ladies and gentlemen.

Three seventy-five from
the gentleman on my right.

WOMAN: Here.

Four hundred
thousand on the phone.

Do I hear 425?

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No one inside. Look at this.

Son of a bitch must
have seen us coming.

PETER: He's not here.

Security cameras have
him fleeing the scene.

He hotwired another
car two minutes

before we cordoned
off the building.

So you have no idea where he is?

We're pulling surveillance
on him now with traffic cams.

Putting together a timeline.
He couldn't have gotten far.

Didn't have time to
take his things with him.

His things? Yeah.

He had a laptop he'd been
monitoring the auction from.

He's not watching
the auction anymore?

Probably not.

Too concerned with
getting out of here.

All right. Find out
where he's headed.

CATTIGAN: The
bidding is now $800,000

to the gentleman on my right.

This is a lousy
idea. Do it, Mozz.

These people don't take IOUs.

Fair warning. I can
sell for $800,000.

Do it.

One million dollars.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Thank you, sir.

One million dollars and sold.

[NEAL SIGHS]

What did you get us into?

NEAL: Peter, where are you?
PETER: Still in the garage.

What happened? Won the bid.

What? Don't worry. I got a plan.

You usually do. What's
the status on Keller?

Headquarters is monitoring
his movements in real time

from traffic cams.

Looks like he's
headed south on Park.

South on Park. Thanks.

I know where Keller's going.

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NEAL: Bravo, Keller.

Seriously. KELLER: Wow.

So you came by to see
me off, huh, Caffrey?

Who knew you were
such a gracious loser?

I have to admit,

using the real
Ben Franklin bottle,

did not see that coming.

Stroke of genius, really.

Thanks.

That actually means
a lot coming from you.

Only wish Kate
was around to see it.

We both know she always
loved a winner, right?

Who knows? Maybe I'll look
her up, see if she still does.

So I'm curious.
How'd you find me?

Checked Sergei's travel
plans. KELLER: Ah.

NEAL: See he
does it in style. Hmm.

Hear he doesn't take it lightly
when someone owes him money.

Owed.

As in past tense.

Yeah, you see, our, uh,

little go-around with the
bottle cleared my debts.

In fact, I just got a
text from my broker.

Bottle went for seven figures.

Wow. Wow, congratulations,
man. Thank you. Thank you.

So it was a two
birds, one stone thing.

Humiliate me, turn a hefty
profit while you're at it?

See? Now you're
catching on, Neal.

Listen, I'd love to chat, buddy.

But unless you got anything
else, I should get going.

Be good.

I haven't made my offer yet.

This should be good.

I'd like to offer
you the opportunity

to make a full confession
for your crimes.

The robbery of the
Natural History Museum,

the murder of Manuel Campos,

anything else you wanna add in.

You know what? I was wrong.

This isn't good.
This is sad, man.

This is a moment I'll cherish.

Seeing you at your
most desperate.

The winner of
the Franklin bottle

it wouldn't happen to be
bidder number 57, would it?

Why?

Now, this is just awkward,

but I don't have
a million dollars.

The auction house said
they'd give me a week

to put the money together.

A week, huh?

You know what? A week's
not that long. I can buy that.

Did you tell him I'm launching

a federal investigation
on the bottle?

NEAL: Oh, yeah,
yeah. There's that too.

How long can a federal
investigation go on for?

Not sure. Years. Oh, years, wow.

Son of a bitch.

How patient are Sergei
and your Russian friends?

PETER: You can take a
helicopter ride and find out.

Or you can come
with us. Your choice.

Well played.

Good game, Keller.

The game ain't over.

PETER: Help the
gentleman into the car.

Looks that way to
me. KELLER: Yeah?

I mean, you were
locked up, broke out.

Maybe it's my turn
to accept a challenge.

Best two out of three.

I'll see you around, Caffrey.

I'm counting the days.

PETER: Poor Sergei's
going home empty-handed.

[♪♪♪]

Did I miss Keller?

Damn. I wanted to see
him do the perp walk.

Sorry.

Good news is he won't
be bothering us for a while.

How long is a while?

Maybe long enough to
finish our chess game.

You think they have a
prison that can hold him?

I don't know. Okay, so,
what's the bad news?

You won't be drinking a
million-dollar bottle of wine.

I'll live.

You were right.

I could use one less
mystery in my life.

Oh, I rescind that comment.

There's suddenly been a lot
of chatter about the music box.

You need to talk to Alex.

She won't tell me anything
while I work for the FBI.

Then make it worth her while.

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