All language subtitles for White Collar - S01E13 - Front Man.en

[♪♪♪]

Byron always got like that
when he couldn't crack a hustle.

[CHUCKLES]

Relaxing always helps.

Sorry, June. I'm not
really in the mood to relax.

Not even if you have
a very lovely visitor?

Alex.

Got your message.

I'm here. What
do you want, Neal?

I want the music box.

I think you have a
memory problem.

Because I said that
as long as you're a fed,

I'm not telling you where it is.

You're still with them, right?

Then there's
nothing to talk about.

I'll make it worth your while.

You need me to
get it. No, I don't.

Then why don't
you have it already?

I'll steal it and
give it to you.

Just like that? Just like that.

I don't believe you.

You'll just hand it over? Yeah.

When I'm done with it.

Knew there was a catch.

What's this really about?

You get the box in the
end. That's my offer.

Okay. If you figure out
how to get the anklet off.

I'm not wearing this
as a fashion accessory.

Well, when the time comes

I need to know that you
can get off your leash.

Otherwise, you're a liability.

I'll come back tomorrow at 6.

Lose the blinking jewelry

and you'll get what you need.

[♪♪♪]

You were supposed to
be here 20 minutes ago.

Where you been? Late
start to the morning.

Won't happen again.

Thank you.

Who's that? Kimberly Rice.

Rising star in the
bureau. You're not a fan.

Nope. She works in
kidnapping and missing persons.

NEAL: What's she doing?

She's here to see you.

Whatever I did, I
have proof I didn't do it.

Here we go. We just
got the finger point.

The double finger point.

NEAL: Must be
serious. PETER: Yeah.

Rice. RICE: Burke.

And you must be
the Neal Caffrey.

Agent Kimberly Rice.

I've just heard wonderful
things about you.

HUGHES: Let's
get straight to it.

We've got a ransom situation.

Name's Lindsay Gless.

She was grabbed last
night in a home invasion.

She's the daughter
of Stuart Gless.

As in the CEO of
Atlantic Partners.

The company whose bonds
you were convicted of forging.

What's this kidnapping
got to do with me?

You have a history
with our prime suspect.

Ryan Wilkes.

You know him?

Neal. Yeah, yeah.

He runs his own
little crime syndicate.

They work everything from
grand theft auto to extortion.

And you used to run with him.

That's a rumor. Neal.

We may have tried
working together once.

But our styles didn't mesh.

PETER: What makes you
think Wilkes took the girl?

Chatter from our CIs
puts Wilkes in town.

We also found traces
of plasticine clay

in a lock at the crime scene.

Someone made a copy of
the key. RICE: It's Wilkes' m.o.

And that's why we need Neal.

Neal.

Stuart Gless likes to eat lunch

at Ristorante Laurienzo
every Thursday.

At least he used to.

There's only one valet there.

Makes it easy to get
your hands on his keys.

Wilkes wanted in his
house, he'd start there.

I'd check the security tapes.
That's good. That's good.

I'd like to borrow Caffrey
for the remainder of my case.

If Wilkes is behind this,

you think it's dangerous
to put Caffrey on his trail?

Caffrey's proven he
can take care of himself.

Neal, starting immediately,
you report to Agent Rice.

All right, great. Now that
we're all on the same page,

let's start with an easy one.

When's the last
time you saw Wilkes?

[♪♪♪]

Probably when
he tried to kill me.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

We pulled the security
tapes for Ristorante Laurienzo.

Got a positive ID of Wilkes.

Nice work. Thanks.

RICE: Something eating you?

No, it's just last
time I saw Gless,

he was on the
witness stand at my trial

explaining why I was able

to beat his company's
unbeatable bond.

I'm sure it didn't do
wonders for his reputation.

RICE: The man lost
his daughter, okay?

You want his forgiveness,
help get her back.

Mr. Caffrey. Been a long time.

Mr. Gless, I want you to know...

Agent Rice thinks you can find
the people who took Lindsay.

That's good enough for me.

Could you please
just take us through

what happened one more time?

I came home from the office.

Everything in Lindsay's
room was knocked down.

She was gone. Then he called.

I told him I want proof
she's okay. That's it.

Did he give you any way
to get in contact with him?

No, he, uh...

He just hung up without
giving you his demands?

Would you mind
excusing us for a moment?

Neal, may I have a word, please?

What was that? Sorry, what...?

Remind me again how
much training do you have

interviewing parents
of kidnapping victims.

You brought me
into this. To consult.

Not to take the
lead with my witness.

Your witness? Sorry, I thought
we were on the same team.

Why don't we get something
clear right here, right now?

You're a tool in my belt.

Understand? Tool
in your belt. Got it.

You will listen and observe.

If I ask you to do
anything, you do it.

If I have a question, answer it.

What if I have a question?
Then you run it by me.

But you do not under any
circumstance address my witness.

Oh, God. Sounds
like a really great deal.

But it'll work better if you
treat me more like a partner.

See, the way
Peter and I do it...

I don't care how
you and Peter do it.

I care how you and
Agent Rice do it.

Just wanna help
find his daughter.

You wanna help? Well,
then keep your mouth shut

unless I ask you
to open it, okay?

Oh.

What? Permission to speak?

What?

Have you found any of
Wilkes' prints around the house?

See, he likes to use found items

from the target location
to cover his tracks.

Why don't you check the
gloves under the kitchen sink?

You have any
more brilliant ideas

rumbling around
that head of yours?

No, I think that's it for now.
Good. Then go wait in the car.

So I told him, if we have that
many people in the gallery,

he has to do something
about the A/C.

Of course, he didn't.

And by 10:00, it was
like a sauna in there.

So I told him I would
spend the night with him

for a million dollars.

I'd have to run it
by my husband first.

But honey, it's
a million dollars.

What do you think? I think...

I think that's great.

I don't think that's great.
Wh... What did you ask me?

Okay, admit it. You're
worried about Neal.

No, I am not worried about Neal.

Let's... Let's just
have a nice quiet lunch

without talking
about him, all right?

Mm.

Oh, that's a nice
deviled ham right there.

What's the problem?

Oh, something feels
wrong about this case.

I don't trust Rice.

Rice? Kimberly Rice.

She's some hotshot
from another division.

She's Neal's
handler on this one.

Well, if you're worried,
go down and check it out.

Yeah, it's bad form to crash
another agent's crime scene.

That's never stopped you before.

[♪♪♪]

Peter. Didn't expect
to see you here.

Oh, I had a case
in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd drop by. Uh-huh.

I'm touched. You can't
handle being apart from me.

No. [NEAL CHUCKLES]

So this has nothing to do with
looking over Rice's shoulder?

No, don't read into it.

How's it going with Rice?

I see she's got you
babysitting the car.

She called me
a tool in her belt.

I bet you're really starting
to miss working with me now.

No, no.

But I could stretch my legs.

Thank you.

While we're out here and
you're stretching your legs,

wouldn't hurt to
look around. No.

You know Wilkes' m.o.

How would he handle
an operation like this?

A home invasion?
Theoretically, he'd have a driver,

a strong man and a lookout.

Wilkes wouldn't trust
anyone else to grab the girl.

He'd handle that himself.

So he's the strong
man. Commendable.

That leaves the driver
right outside there.

Now, where was the lookout?

The sight lines are
clean from there.

There.

So you get better
cover in the park.

But the alley gives you eyes
on both sides of the street

and the intersection.
Let's go there.

[♪♪♪]

Yeah, somebody's been here.

Looking both directions.
Making sure the coast is clear.

[SIGHS]

Coat check stub.

No name or address.

I'll get it to ERT, see
if they can recognize it.

Don't bother. It's from a club.

More like an underground casino.

It's one of Wilkes'
old hangouts.

Nice of them to leave
this behind for us.

God, where's Caffrey?
PETER: Oh, look.

This ought to be
fun. You find gloves?

There's a fresh print
inside the index finger.

I want this pulled
and sent to me ASAP.

What do you think you're
doing here, Agent Burke?

Helping you solve your case.

Somebody spent some
time watching from over there.

And dropped this, which,
according to my source,

came from an underground
club. Then that's our next stop.

No. No. Wilkes won't
be there with the girl.

If the FBI shows up, he'll go
to ground and cut his losses.

So why don't you put on
your dancing shoes, Caffrey?

You're going clubbing.

And Peter, next time I
find you on my scene,

I'm filing a report.

You can't tell, but right
now, deep down, I'm petrified.

[♪♪♪]

Nice.

MOZZIE: You're letting the pantsuit
use you as bait to catch Wilkes?

Doesn't that strike
you as insane?

I'm going to a club. The
feds will be right outside.

This is the same Wilkes that
wants you dismembered, right?

Dismembered is
slightly overstating it.

You're being paranoid.

Paranoia is a skill,
the secret to longevity.

Did you not join Wilkes' crew,

gather intel from his targets
and then totally screw him over?

They were planning to
hurt people with guns.

I don't like guns.

For all we know, Wilkes is
on his way to Tahiti right now.

For all we know, he's
sharpening his talons

to tear into your spleen.

Thanks for your concern, Mozz.

But this little field
trip is my best chance

to get the anklet removed.

Alex won't talk to me about
the music box while it's on.

Oh, you professional
thieves, so high-maintenance.

I'm washing my hands of this.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Rice is here. Duty calls.

I get the apartment.

[♪♪♪]

You know, you kept
me waiting outside

that rich lady's
house for half an hour.

You can't rush
style, Agent Rice.

Took me less time to
get ready for my wedding.

It didn't take.

I'm not surprised.

Statistically speaking.

Okay, it's time for you
to go fishing, Caffrey.

NEAL: Now, listen, this is
a hush-hush kind of place.

There's a good chance
they'll be patting me down.

Be a shame if my tracking
anklet blew your case.

Cut it. Really?

I'm not an idiot.

I'm not sending you
undercover with that.

Go on. Lose it.

There you go.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Jones. Yeah.

Caffrey just removed his anklet.

Yeah, Rice cleared it. Rice?

[♪♪♪]

Mr. Gless, right? Mm.

I'm Agent Peter Burke.

How you holding up? Oh,
had to get out of the house.

Agent Rice said
I could wait here.

Of course.

I didn't expect Caffrey
to be so charming.

This would be so much easier

if he acted more
like a criminal.

Yeah, of course. I just
hope this goes right.

If it helps, I can
walk you through it.

What are you worried
about most? The meeting.

The meeting.

What troubles you about that?

The kidnapper calls, then
asks for a meeting with Caffrey

in exchange for Lindsay.

That seems too easy. Yeah.

Excuse me.

[♪♪♪]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Peter, I'm in the middle of
something right now, okay?

You need to get out
of there right now.

What are you talking about?
Neal, you're the ransom.

[TASER BUZZING]

Neal. Neal.

We have a silver van
leaving the club, no plate.

Chase car lost it in traffic.

Okay, listen up, people.

For the foreseeable
future, you belong to me.

I need traffic feeds from
here to Yankee Stadium.

You sold him out to get
your picture in the paper.

You hung Neal out to dry
for a gold star on your résumé.

You better watch it, Burke.

When we found that coat
check stub for the club

you already knew
what was going down.

But you kept your mouth shut

so everything could
go according to plan.

What's going on here?

She made a backroom
deal with Wilkes.

The girl in exchange
for Neal. Rice, that true?

A man we believe to be
Wilkes contacted Gless.

He said that he would
give Lindsay back

if he could have a
face-to-face with Caffrey.

Face-to-face. You really think
Wilkes would make good on that?

It was our one shot
to get a lead on Wilkes

and follow him back to the girl.

I had agents all
over that street.

And how did that work
out? Did you get any leads?

Wilkes made the grab in
our one operational blind spot.

Then you're no longer in
charge. Peter's a part of the show.

I don't wanna hear it, Rice.

You report to Burke until
you find Caffrey and that girl.

[♪♪♪]

MAN: Top of the morning to you.

Monster headache,
right? It'll pass.

Wilkes.

Seeing you again, Neal,
brings back all these old feelings.

[GRUNTS]

[COUGHS]

[SIGHS]

If you wanted to meet,
you could've just called.

This way is better.
Pretty good, right?

Had the fed snip
your anklet off for me.

She handed you
over on a platter.

That's great. You're a lock
for kidnapper of the year.

Mm. That old
Caffrey wit. I love it.

We could've been something.
Thunder and lighting.

But then you had to go and
rip me off for, what, 500 grand?

I'll write you a check.

Normally, I kill people
for that sort of thing.

But? But today
is your lucky day.

You get to make it up to me.

Look, man, what about Lindsay?
You got me. Just let her go.

Not yet.

I'm gonna open these doors.

You run or yell, I shoot you.

And then I'll shoot the girl.

Let's get started.

[♪♪♪]

Agency booked
travel for a gentleman

by the name of Thomas Loze.

He's on his way into
the country right now.

I need his itinerary.
Flight, car service, hotel.

Smile. It's a chance to put

that silver tongue
of yours to good use.

All this trouble to have
me infiltrate a travel agency.

What's your angle?

I'm front man. You don't end
up on the surveillance cameras.

You always were quick.

Oh, and one more thing.
Since we have a lot to do today,

it's important you know how
serious I am from the jump.

See her? Her name's
Kathy, career receptionist.

Kind of lady no one'll miss,
except a couple of her kids.

On that roof is my friend, Jim.

Jim has a sniper
rifle aimed at Kathy.

I give him the word,
bang, lights out.

Wave at Neal, Jim.

And don't think you can borrow
her phone and call for help.

Be a sweetheart.
Help the lady out.

I'll get your information, okay?

But will I get it
in two minutes?

You're putting me on a clock?

Look, I can convince
her. I just need time.

You don't have it. Busy day.

One minute, 52
seconds and counting.

All right, I'm going.

[♪♪♪]

Hi, there. How
you doing? I'm fine.

My name is Nick Halden.

I'm, uh, an assistant with
Level One Concierge Services.

How can I help you, Nick Halden

from Level One
Concierge Services?

We got a big client coming
to town, Thomas Loze.

You booked his travel.

I need to make a week's worth

of five-star dinner
reservations.

Only I misplaced his itinerary.

And I blow another
account, I'm toast, so...

So it sounds like you need to
find a new line of work, Nick.

Come again.

You know, people like
you really piss me off.

You waltz in here, you
flash some sort of grin.

Think you can get
me to do something

that would get me fired?

I don't think so.
But have a nice day.

Please, please, Kathy.
I really need this, okay?

I said, "Have a nice day."

Okay. Okay.

And that is exactly what
I'm gonna tell my son

when I explain to him
why Daddy lost his job.

His daddy is a failure. I'm
gonna level with you, Kathy.

I don't enjoy catering to guys
who spend more on Courvoisier

than I make in a
year, but it's all I got.

Who am I to think
that I can do this job

and raise a 5-year-old
all by myself?

And now I gotta tell Joey we're
going back to Cedar Rapids.

It's gonna break his heart.

But kids bounce back,
though. You know, they're tough.

Cedar Rapids? Yeah.

I'm from Iowa City.
U of I, '88. No kidding.

[CHUCKLES]

You said Thomas
Loze, right? Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

While you're at it, I might
know someone who's interested

in your rewards program. Okay.

Mm. Mm-mm.

So now you've captured
another one of my pawns.

Parcheesi is just not your game.

You mock me, but
little do you know

you're just about to march
into the teeth of my blockade.

Aha. [CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Ugh. What's the matter?

Apparently Dante Haversham
just received an offer

for 20 percent
off a trip to Rio.

And who is Dante Haversham?

It's me.

I have to go.

Oh, this does not
count as a forfeit.

I will not take
your charity, sir.

That's my boy.

Kathy's children thank you.

You ready for round two?

I don't think I'm
up for round two.

That'd be an
ill-advised life choice.

Why? You'll kill me?

Don't test me, Neal.

Tell Jim to put that red dot
on my head and pull the trigger

if you don't think I'm serious.

It's like I'm talking Mandarin.

How about I kick things off by
killing my sweet little hostage?

I'm starting to wonder if
you even have Lindsay.

Why don't we take a break,
let you think about this?

Last thing I want
you to do is...

drag your heels.

Please.

Get in.

Where we going?
You talk too much.

Tase this man again.

That's really not nec...
Aah! [TASER BUZZING]

I've got Boloson on
your van description.

N.Y.P.D. is canvassing the
area where Neal was taken.

We just found
this in Gless' mail.

It was sent before
Caffrey was taken.

Hi, Daddy.

I'm okay, but you need
to do what they ask.

Now. Or I won't be okay.

[HORN HONKING IN DISTANCE]

I love you.

All right, everybody,
watch it again.

Anything jumps
out at you, call it.

Hi, Daddy. I'm okay,

but you need to do
what they ask. Now.

Place is falling
where it stands.

Crack along the
wall. Funky windows.

Pre-Civil War construction.

You hear that? Foghorn.

No, tugboat horn.

Let's get it isolated. We
know she's by the water.

There are more than 500 miles
of waterfront in the New York area.

I want search teams
on the ground now.

Everybody sweeping
and canvassing

any waterfront structure

with cracked walls
or funky windows.

Now. Or I won't be okay.

I love you.

[GROANING]

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm
fine. Didn't even hurt.

Ugh. Lindsay?

Yeah. Who are you?

My name is Neal Caffrey.

I'm with the FBI.
I'm here to help you.

Really? Who's gonna help you?

I'll admit, not the
greatest rescue.

But the FBI knows
we're here, right?

No, but the best agent
the bureau has got

is looking for us. Really?

Yes, trust me.

If there's anyone in the
world who can find me, it's him.

[SLURPING]

Nice manners.

You know, you
should chew your food.

It's pretty foul, right? Yeah.

He burps when he swallows. Nice.

[♪♪♪]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hey, hon.

ELIZABETH: You need to
come home. We have a visitor.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm right in
the middle of something now.

I think your something is
connected to the someone

who showed up at our front
door. What? Who's there?

Mozzie. And he's
pretty worked up.

That's his normal state.

I think it's important.
If it's that important

tell him to come to the office.

Mozzie in the FBI headquarters?

Ha!

Yeah, he's not going.

Honey, I don't have time.

It's about Neal.

I'm on my way.

[♪♪♪]

WILKES: So you've met Lindsay.

Now are you gonna
join me for round two

or does it get ugly?

What's round two?

Why would I want
to ruin the surprise?

In or out?

Let's get this over with.

[♪♪♪]

You know, you never told
me what do you do for a living.

I know that. Neither have you.

Mrs. Suit.

I'm an event planner. I
run my own company.

Burke Premiere Events.

I thought that company
was a front for Peter.

Okay, not everything
has a secret meaning.

Ah. Naiveté. So sweet.

I bet you believe
in the moon landing.

PETER: Honey? In here.

Mozzie still won't tell me
what he does for a living.

Do you know? I know
enough not to ask.

Why are you here?
I received this.

"Elite Voyages.
Come frolic with us."

Look at the e-mail address.

PETER: Dante Haversham.

Remember the alias I gave
when Neal introduced us?

See, some things do
have secret meanings.

I believe you on this
one. Is Neal okay?

I don't know. That's
a distress signal.

I spent a great deal of money

making sure Mr. Loze's
limo gets quietly sidetracked.

Let me guess.
I'm his new driver.

He'll be carrying a
titanium briefcase.

Your job is to take it.

Any suggestions
on how I do that?

Come on, man, you
know I don't like guns.

I really don't like
unloaded guns.

[SIGHS]

Be at this address by 4
and our business is complete.

I tell you where
I'm keeping the girl

and we go our separate ways.

But be a minute late
or call your fed friends

and I make a call.

And Lindsay...

Well, you know what
happens to Lindsay.

You're not gonna stick
around for the show?

On this one...

I'll keep my distance.

Any luck on the tip?

Three hours ago, Caffrey
goes into Elite Voyages

asking for the itinerary
of a Thomas Loze.

Do we know him?
Pulled a file from Interpol.

Turns out that
Loze happens to be

a favorite alias
of Edward Reilly.

Edward Reilly. The
hits keep coming.

He's the go-to guy
when VIP criminals

want something valuable
moved. Hand-delivers everything,

which is all the guarantee
anyone needs. He's dangerous.

My guess, Wilkes is snooping
around Reilly's itinerary

because he's planning
a surprise for him.

Wilkes is planning a rip-off.

And he's using Neal as
the face of his whole show.

Reilly's on a flight from Sydney.
Touches down in an hour.

And we'll be there to meet him.

[ALL CHATTERING]

[♪♪♪]

Do you happen to know where
I can catch a shuttle to the city?

No need for the cloak and
dagger. Wilkes isn't here.

We're here to help
you get out of this mess.

That's kind of ironic
coming from you, Rice.

Listen. This Loze guy you're
going after, it's Edward Reilly.

Damn.

No wonder Wilkes doesn't
wanna be anywhere near this.

You go through with this,
Reilly will hunt you down.

If I don't get his briefcase to
Wilkes by 4, he'll kill Lindsay.

You sure about that? Her
guard wasn't wearing a mask.

And he has a silencer.

So you saw her. Yeah.

Where? I don't know.

They Tased me.

Tell me you're
close to finding her.

We know she's in an old
building near the water.

Her guard was eating from a
restaurant called Wok of Fire.

Chinese takeout near the water.

We can work with that. Come on.

Hey, I'm staying here.

If you don't get to
Lindsay in time...

Yeah.

It's a two-way transceiver.
Jones will keep an eye on you.

His team will stay out of sight.

Don't do anything
stupid. Huh. Too late.

Good luck.

[♪♪♪]

Excuse me.

You dropped this. Oh, thanks.

MOZZIE: I don't care
what you're doing here.

As a friend, I insist
you pull the rip cord.

You got my message.

What's with the driver's outfit?

I'm about to rob Edward Reilly.

The Edward Reilly?

What's your plan, a gun
in the glove compartment?

That's your plan, a gun
in the glove compartment.

It's a long story, but
I'm taking his briefcase.

Well, surely you won't do this,
because you're not suicidal.

Thanks for the pep talk.

But what if he gave it to you?

And was happy to give it to you?

Zigzag scam?

One for me. One for you.

Time to get into character.

You're a chameleon. Yeah.

[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

Mr. Loze?

My name's Nick. I'll
be your driver today.

Been on a plane for 22 hours.

I don't give a damn
what your name is, kid.

Got any other bags there? No.

Let me take your case for
you. Just take me to the car.

[SIGHS]

Thomas Loze? Agent Haversham.

Immigration and
Customs Enforcement.

Word is you're bringing
something into the country

we should know about.

This a joke?

Do I look like
I'm joking, Elvis?

Agent Halden, Joint Task Force.

We're gonna need
you to open the case.

Doesn't have to be a scene
if you don't want it to be.

Okay. You guys
really want to do this?

Knock yourselves out. Let's go.

Palms on the table.

This looks like
an overnight bag.

When this is through,
I want badge numbers.

You can't prove probable
cause, it'll be both your asses.

Shut your hole and
kiss wood, Reilly.

Yeah, we know
who you really are.

[WHISPERS] I just
said that to a guy

who enjoys killing people
with his bare hands.

[WHISPERS] Keep
it together, Mozz.

Hold on a second.

[♪♪♪]

NEAL: Wow.

Pure gold. Think
they're preloaded?

Well, that would explain
Wilkes' interest in them.

Load them up, couple
hundred thousand each...

And you've got a
portable fortune,

Perfect for the
smuggler on the go.

I want my lawyer.

Oh, you'll need him, Chachi.

I'd say you're staring
down 10 years, easy.

Call the cavalry.

Imagine what you could do with
just one of these babies, huh?

Make for a great night out.

Call it in, Haversham.

It's just I promised
Sarah that necklace.

With the diamonds. NEAL: So?

MOZZIE: So she's
gonna leave me, man.

And you think this is
the way to keep her?

This isn't the way.

Oh, don't tell me how to
keep a woman, blue eyes.

Guys like you, with
your million-dollar smile

and your thick, perfect
head of hair, you don't get it.

Don't do this to
yourself, okay? Listen.

This is my suitcase, right?

So maybe I left it on the plane.

What, I gotta spell this
out for you, gentlemen?

All right, call it in.

Tell him Loze was
clean, we cut him loose.

Come on. Call it in.

You guys are all right.

Gotta get home somehow, right?

That's the closest I've
come to death this year.

All right, thanks
for your help, Mozz.

Could I...? No.

This is the closest
dock to Wok of Fire.

[HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE]

That sounds like
our tugboat horn.

So where's our girl?

I hope you're feeling lucky.

It's almost 4.
Caffrey's out of time.

Neal, you copy?

Neal?

NEAL: Tell me you found Lindsay.

We're gonna need more time.

It's 4, Peter. I'm already here.

Then stall.

He gets his hands on
the case, the girl's dead.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[VAN DOOR CLOSES]

[HORN HONKS]

Right on time. I love that.

Where's the girl?

Unfortunately I won't be
sharing that information with you.

We had a deal, Wilkes.

I lied. Give it to me.

[♪♪♪]

And I thought we had
a nice thing going on.

You lied, I lied.
It's like a dance.

You pull that trigger, and all
those gold cards I just stole

from Edward Reilly
are gone forever.

Wait, wait.

Give me the still from
that proof-of-life tape.

What do you see?

PETER: Same crack in the wall.

That's our place. We got them.

If I don't have those cards
in my hand in 10 seconds

I'm gonna make a call
and I'm gonna kill the girl.

Then I'm gonna
take my time with you.

Five seconds.

Three seconds.

Now my guys are gonna have
to kill that nice man's daughter.

Who says they're
still your guys?

Is that your play?

You turned my crew against me?

I expected more from you.

Who do you think has the
cards? You left them with my guys.

You're not that dumb.
You brought me into this

because I bring up the average.

Unfortunately, that
makes you less valuable.

Your men agreed. It's
time for new management.

You're lying. Call if
you think I'm bluffing.

I think you're bluffing.

[LINE RINGING]

MAN: Yeah, boss?

Kill her. And leave
the phone on speaker.

[♪♪♪]

FBI!

Put that down! Now!
AGENT: Drop the gun!

Don't...! Drop the gun!

Damn it! Sounds
like they got company.

I guess that makes you obsolete.

Now, I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

See, I got friends
with sniper rifles too.

JONES: FBI! Drop your
weapon! AGENT: Drop it!

JONES: Drop your weapon
now! AGENT: Freeze!

Hands in the air!

AGENT: All right, he's clear.

Agent Burke, we got Wilkes.

We're secure here.
We got the girl.

What about Neal?

He says hey.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Dad!

Lindsay. Oh, Dad.

Where you been?
Missed all the action.

Oh, yeah. I got hung
up with an old friend.

How'd that go?

Think I may have
burned a bridge.

Hm. Looks like Agent Rice
is ready for her close-up.

Heard the camera crews
are already on their way.

Let her have it.

Oh, jeez. Did she just
give us the finger point?

She did.

You're the men responsible
for bringing my daughter back.

We're all a team here.

Mr. Gless...

I'd say we're more
than even now, Caffrey.

Thanks for playing round
two. Don't mention it.

Was a hell of a
thing you did today.

I could say the
same thing about you.

No hard feelings?
Don't stretch it.

Oh, uh, you're not sticking
around for the press?

You're the hottest
interview in town.

I probably have a disciplinary
hearing to prepare for anyway.

About how things
went down last night...

Oh, look. In the
end, we got it done.

Yeah, even so.

I hope we work
together again sometime.

Even if you're the
one calling the shots.

[CHUCKLES]

One day, I'll remind
you that you said that.

Got Caffrey's anklet.

I thought your people
already put it on him.

Not me. He's your
consultant, remember?

[♪♪♪]

Anybody seen Caffrey?

MAN: No, sir.

Damn it. You
gotta be kidding me.

Jones, let's check
the usual suspects.

[♪♪♪]

ALEX: You're late.

Long day.

What's with the
outfit? Long story.

Congratulations.
How'd you do it?

You'd be surprised what
I can get done in a day.

I kept my promise.
It's your turn.

I give you this

and we get the
music box together.

No, I told you. It's yours
when I'm through with it.

See, I don't like
the sound of that.

We split it fifty-fifty.

What are you gonna
do with half a music box?

And if you screw me on this,

you know I can make
your life miserable.

When did you
become so distrusting?

When what happened with Kate...

Happened?

Yeah.

That's over now.

Nice flower.

I learned from the best.

[♪♪♪]

[SCOFFS]

You go halfway around
the world chasing something

and the whole time, it's
in your own backyard.

See you soon, Caffrey.

[♪♪♪]

PETER: Forget something?

Made it all the way home
before I realized it was gone.

Just slipped your
mind? I came back.

What did Alex have to say?

You had a long brown
hair on your jacket.

How many other brunettes
you meet before work?

Don't answer that.

All your brunettes seem to
be connected to that music box.

You and Alex are planning
to steal it, aren't you?

She's just an old friend.
She's a fence, Neal.

She either knows
how to find things

or sell them.

People like that
don't trust the FBI.

That's why you walked
away without your anklet.

That's a fascinating theory.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm willing to look past your
little trip off the reservation

because you did
well today. Thank you.

Don't.

Just remember how it
felt when you saw that girl

in her father's arms.

Moments like that are rare.

But if you try to steal the
music box, I will catch you.

Is that a threat?

Just the way it is.

You know, you can either go
back to wearing an orange jumpsuit

and pining for the
girl that got away,

or you can stay here and do
something good with your life.

Your choice.

[♪♪♪]

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