All language subtitles for White Collar - S02E05 - Unfinished Business.en

-Are we going to Montebello?
-Yep.

Times food critic called it
the best new restaurant in Manhattan.

Yelp gave it three stars.

Wow. They practice molecular gastronomy.

-What?
-It's a revolution in fine dining

where chefs use biochemistry
to create new and exotic dishes.

A grill works just fine for me.

Every dish is a work of art.
I'm surprised you chose Montebello.

It's expensive. I'm impressed.

Oh, we're not eating there.

Peter, this is like me
taking you to Yankee Stadium

and listening to the game
in the parking lot.

PETER: It's a meeting place.
I didn't pick it.

-Who did?
-The insurance investigator.

Oh, insurance, great.

Someone stole $100 million
in Japanese bearer bonds.

Samurai bonds, nice.

That's what they're called on the street.

-Oh, now I've got your interest.
-So who's the investigator?

She has a suspect here in Manhattan.

She? Wait, wait, is it… No.

-It is?
-Yep.

Agent Burke, it's nice to see you.

Neal Caffrey, it's been a while.

Sara. Nearly five years since you
testified at my trial… against me.

Well, you did steal a painting insured

by my employer
for several million dollars.

Not according to a jury of my peers.

Your peers were in prison.

-A few of us managed to stay out.
-I could fix that.

I'm sorry to break up this happy reunion,

but we're here to talk
about the samurai bonds.

That's what they call them on the street.

We're not here to talk about them.
We're here to find them.

Girl's gotta make a living.

Well, my fees are based on recovery,
so yeah.

(INAUDIBLE)

-Sara?
-My company, Sterling Bosch,

insured 100 million in non-government
Japanese bearer bonds.

Hundred million yen or US dollars?

-Dollars.
-And if you recover them?

Two percent.

The truck was hijacked in transport.

I think the bonds
are somewhere here in New York.

She believes Edgar Halbridge is involved.

NEAL: Big international real estate guy.
He can move them without raising flags.

Yes, he can. Excuse me.

-Hi, Emilio's just inside.
-Okay.

-Here you go.
-Thank you so much.

Hey, you, that's my car. Get away from it.

Emilio, listen to me.

You can change the VIN numbers.
You can change the grill, the paint.

It's still a Mercedes SLR.

I know because
you did not change the electronic VIN

behind the steering wheel.

You're crazy, you're just stealing my car.

You stole it, I'm taking it back.

Don't make a scene.

(GROANS) Shoot.

You can file a complaint
with my friend from the FBI.

-Ah!
-Hey, hi there. Special Agent Burke, FBI.

This is just a misunderstanding.
I should just…

You should stop walking.
Put your hand above your head.

Yeah, running just annoys him.

Oh, oh.

So you're basically a high-class repo man.

Well, I prefer white-collar bounty hunter.

You should put that on your business card.

This is a limited edition SLR
worth $450,000.

Making your cut $9,000.

-Not a bad score on your lunch break.
-No, it's not.

Speaking of business cards,

when you feel like turning in
that Raphael, please, call me.

I wouldn't wait by the phone.

See you tomorrow, Caffrey.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

So happy to have you back in my life.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

It's clear.

Come on.

-Hey, you okay?
-Yeah.

Yeah, Kate was sitting on the left side

by the window.

-It was definitely no accident.
-Did you ever think it was?

No.

Mechanical failure
wouldn't cause an explosion by the door.

I bet it was set to explode
the plane in midair.

It went off early.

Or someone set it off early.

What about the black box?

The whole tail's missing.

MAN: Excuse me. Who are you?

(WHISPERING) You said
the guard's route takes 15 minutes.

(WHISPERING) That's not the guard.

All right, just follow me on this one.

MAN: What are you doing in here?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) Good morning.
We're with Sterling Bosch.

-You're Roy?
-ROY: Mmm-hmm.

Where you been, Roy?
Unlike you, we're on a schedule here.

-Sterling Bosch? Insurance?
-Yeah.

Well, no one told me you were coming.

I thought Wentlow Holdings
was handling the claim.

They were.
Where's the cockpit voice recorder?

Oh, that's been logged in
with NTSB in Washington.

I hope you made a backup.

-Insurance?
-Just trust me on this.

Listen, how'd you guys get in here?

-We walked in.
-Your security is abysmal.

We have one guard for four hangars.

Good to know.

Listen, we made a copy
of the voice recording.

I only handle the physical evidence.
I don't have access to the recording.

When's our flight leave?

Two hours.

I can have FAA send a copy to you.

-That would work.
-Yeah, I guess that would work.

I'll have them send it to, uh,
Sterling Bosch. What's your name?

You know, why don't you have him send it
to my insurance investigator, Sara Ellis?

I can do that.

Great, I'll follow up
with a call tomorrow morning.

All right. Ask for my assistant.
I'll give her a heads-up.

-Thanks, Roy.
-Bye, Roy.

-Hey, we'll get it.
-Yeah.

-Who's Sara Ellis?
-Oh, you weren't at my trial.

She was.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

NEAL: She testified against me.

-I testified against you.
-Oh, that's different.

How can I work with her?

I'm the cunning art thief
who slipped through her fingers.

I don't think she used those words.

No, but she looks at me
and sees dollar signs.

She'll come after me again
for the Raphael.

Do you have it?

Okay, there's a hundred million
in stolen bonds out there.

She knows this case better than anybody.

Right now we're on the same team,
so play nice.

-She… I'm…
-No. Don't.

-But… Fine.
-Good.

Start a conversation.

Sara, I feel like we got off
on the wrong foot. Let's start over.

-You want to be friends?
-Why not?

Okay, what, coffee, grab a bite?

-Sure.
-How about dinner?

Or maybe a movie.
You like classics, right?

-Good memory.
-Are you worried about her and Neal?

-Not at all.
-You name the date, Neal.

I would love to spend time with you.

Anything to keep you talking.

-You're recording me?
-Mmm-hmm.

Everything you say to me

can and will be used
to nail your ass to the wall

and recover my painting.

Everything okay, Neal?

What's that?

(LAUGHS) I could get used to this.

PETER: Okay, people.
You know Sara Ellis from Sterling Bosch.

Thanks to her intel,
we have subpoenaed coded e-mails

between an alias
we think is Edgar Halbridge

and a man in Hamburg he calls Mr. Black.

The e-mails use a public key encryption.

We've cracked most of them.

We believe Mr. Black is a courier.

Halbridge has paid him a one-time fee

to enter the US
and get the bonds out of the country.

-The bonds are transferable?
-No title.

-Whoever holds them owns them.
-Each certificate is worth $200 grand.

So a stack of a hundred million dollars
is this thick?

Halbridge is taking a huge risk
using a courier.

I'd take the risk.

The plan is to intercept Mr. Black
when he transfers planes in Toronto.

Then we put Neal into his place
here in Manhattan.

Well, thank you for the heads-up.

You said you cracked most of the e-mails.
What's in the ones you haven't?

-Don't know.
-Halbridge won't recognize Mr. Black?

From the vernacular of the e-mails,
we think he's an American expat.

The last e-mail says Black
will be the guy wearing a leather jacket

and carrying a copy of Atlas Shrugged,

which tells me
he doesn't know what he looks like.

Let's make this happen.

-You're welcome.
-For what?

Well, I recover the bonds,
your cut is $2 million.

Oh.

See, I thought the Bureau needed me,

given their recovery rate
is less than one in 20.

-Is that true?
-That's the Bureau's recovery rate.

Not mine.

PETER: Canadian authorities
have detained Mr. Black in Toronto,

but left his name
on the flight manifest at JFK.

DIANA: As far as Halbridge is concerned,
Black lands in an hour.

We've duplicated his wardrobe
and every item he had on him.

Diesel jacket, leather wallet,
and copy of…

Atlas Shrugged. Mr. Black's a lone wolf.

-Mitternacht süs?
-German chocolate.

Not a fan of the bittersweet.

From the airport,
you'll take a cab to Fort Greene.

You'll wait there
for a car to pick you up.

The location's open.
We'll be back eight blocks.

We can't get closer
without risking our cover.

GPS tracker and voice transmitter
in the watch.

We'll be behind you.

As soon as you see those bonds,
we move in on him.

What's the activation phrase?

You'll say, "Long flight," we'll be there.

"Long flight."

Should I be getting a recovery fee?
Because Sara gets two percent,

and I feel like
I'm doing the heavy lifting here.

Move.

Standing alone by a waste-treatment plant.

Sexy. We got him?

GPS signal is locked.

NEAL: Oh, car coming.

Here we go.

Black limo arriving from the south.

Got Mr. Black.

I'll confirm when the job is complete.

Everything is as you requested.
Your gloves, your briefcase.

(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)

-What happened?
-We lost the signal.

Is everything in order?

That is the correct gun?

Yeah.

No GPS, no audio.

What do you mean?
Did he do that or did we?

Neither, looks like someone's jamming it.

Sure was a long flight.

What was that, sir?

Oh, I… I said,
it sure was a long flight. (CLEARS THROAT)

(STATIC)

Ruger Mark 2
with tactical solutions receiver.

Red dot holographic sight. Good.

As you requested.

-Still don't have a visual.
-Get eyes on him.

Neal said he arrived from the south.
Let's use that.

Call NYPD, see if we can rush
in one of their helicopters.

Couldn't carry this with me
on my long flight, could I?

-Everything else is in place.
-That's fantastic.

Okay, get a visual on the black limo,
all bridges, offices in Midtown.

And he lives on the Upper West Side.

Send a team to both.

NYPD can get a chopper
in the air in five minutes,

otherwise we're flying blind.

Great, they got a head start

and we are looking for a black limo
somewhere in Brooklyn.

Everything all right, Mr. Black?

(SIGHS)

-How much farther?
-We're close.

DRIVER: Target's on the first floor.

I'm here if there's any resistance.

Stay here.

Keep the engine running.

Any time you guys want to break
that safe distance you're maintaining,

-I'd appreciate it.
-He's back up.

Have I mentioned how long my flight was?

-Lawrence of Arabia long.
-He's giving us the takedown signal.

-Where is he?
-GPS is coming up.

I hope you guys are close

because I think
I'm supposed to kill somebody.

Did he say, "Kill somebody"?

I'm walking into a house
with a loaded gun.

Please stop me.

My driver has a gun also.
If Idon't do this, he might.

So I'm gonna go through with this
until you get here.

Found him. 8602 Second Street, Park Slope.

Get a team there now. Who lives there?

-Oh, God.
-Go, go.

-Freeze!
-Wait, don't shoot.

-Caffrey?
-Sara?

Why did he say, "Don't shoot"?

Because she's gonna kill him.

This is because
I won't let the Raphael go.

No, it's not.
This isn't what it looks like.

It looks like you're here to kill me.

Okay, it is what it looks like.
I was sent here to kill you.

-(GUN CLICKS)
-Mr. Black from Hamburg

-isn't a courier, he's an assassin.
-Right.

There's a driver outside, he's armed.

He may come in here
if he doesn't see muzzle flashes.

-I can make that happen.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)

That's probably Peter.

Look, I'm putting the gun down.

Answer the phone.

-This better be Peter.
-PETER: (ON SPEAKERPHONE) It is.

Tell me you haven't shot Caffrey yet.

-No, not yet.
-The flight was long, Peter.

SARA: Who wants me dead?

-Halbridge.
-Peter, is that true?

It looks that way, yes.

We can arrest the driver outside,
work him to get to Halbridge.

That doesn't guarantee
we'll recover the bonds.

What do you suggest?

Let him think I'm dead.

(GUNSHOTS)

Congratulations, Caffrey.

You've killed me.

It's done. Let's go.

PETER: What about the gun?

I left it in the briefcase
for the driver to dispose of.

I know, but apparently
that was part of my plan.

We intercepted the EMTs and NYPD.

We put out reports
that she's confirmed dead.

Where's Sara now?

Jones was taking her to the safe house.

I took her to the safe house.
She didn't want to stay.

-Why not?
-Gentlemen, Neal.

You're really redefining
"business casual."

Hardly recognized you without the Ruger.

-You should step out.
-I think I'll step out.

My files on Halbridge.
Please put them in there.

First things first, I need pants.

Jones, find her some pants.

What are you doing? You okay?
It's been a rough night.

You should get some rest.
We'll talk on the way to the safe house.

-I'm good.
-You're staying?

Peter, I was woken out of a dead sleep

by Neal Caffrey standing
over me with a gun.

I would love to be somewhere I can trust.

-Any progress on the pants?
-Jones?

-Here's your bag.
-Thank you.

-Where are you gonna sleep?
-I will be fine.

Something about an attempt on your life
really gets the blood flowing

like a double shot
of Red Bull and espresso.

I think I just invented a drink.

-You boys got any Scotch?
-(PETER CHUCKLES)

-Get a cot, bring it up here.
-You got it.

It's been a while
since somebody wanted me dead.

Don't look so surprised.

The question is
why does Halbridge want me dead?

Which means what's so special about you?

I play a mean cello.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-I work for Sterling Bosch.

I can be replaced.

Kill me, another investigator takes over
and Halbridge knows that.

So honestly, why me?

Sara, we'll figure this out.

We are gonna get this guy.

How's the coffee around here?
We have a lot of work to do.

You were supposed to be here an hour ago.

Yeah, well, we can't all spend our nights
sipping wine on my couch.

Not with that attitude you can't.

I was a little busy
posing as a professional killer.

As you said.

-Are you tipsy?
-A little bit.

Where's the cockpit recording?

I checked with Roy's office.

The package from the FAA

arrived at Sterling Bosch earlier today,
care of Sara Ellis.

So what happened? Where is it now?

You went and killed her is what happened.

It's under lock and key
while they investigate her "death."

Okay, we'll find a way
into Sterling Bosch.

(SCOFFS) Look, your best chance
is to wait until Sleeping Beauty awakens

from her dirt nap and snag it then.

I'm guessing you're not
her favorite person at this moment.

-No.
-Then I would suggest cozying up to her.

-She put a gun on my face.
-And cocked it?

Yeah.

You've come back from worse.

(WHISTLES)

Love what you've done with the place.

What do you want, Caffrey?

Look, I feel bad about last night,
so I bought you a housewarming gift.

I know how much you've been wanting this.

-The Raphael you stole.
-No.

But it's a nice print of a stolen Raphael.

-It says it right here.
-Homey.

Yeah, and we're working closely
on this case, and…

-(BEEPS)
-Really?

-We gonna keep doing this?
-Really, keep talking.

-'Cause I can go on all day.
-Please.

-Hey, kids, playing nice?
-Neal brought me a gift.

Oh, the Raphael? Cute.

-He wants something.
-I can't get you a present?

When someone like you
gets someone like me a gift,

there's a reason.

Peter, what do you think Neal wants?

He's never given me a present.

-I sent you birthday cards.
-It wasn't a present.

Do you want something from Ms. Ellis?

I want her to stop pointing guns at me.

That can be arranged, sit.
Let's talk about Halbridge.

Sara, why do you think
he wants you out of the way?

I don't know.

What do you have in your files
that we don't have?

Well, I dug deep. Um, stocks, security,

all his land holdings,
tenant lease agreements.

-NEAL: We've already seen all that.
-I believe so.

Mr. Black,
when was the first e-mail sent to him?

Good. Figure out when he arranged the hit.

Yeah, yeah, all right, here it is.

Five weeks ago,
what were you digging into?

Five weeks ago? (EXHALES)

This.

It's Ridgemont.

Ridgemont is an apartment complex
on West End Avenue.

It's the first place that Halbridge lived
when he came to New York.

NEAL: He bought it for nostalgia?

It's a classic six. Maybe Halbridge
is into pre-war architecture.

Maybe. But he's renovated
all his other properties

except for Ridgemont.

There's something there
he doesn't want to let go of.

Yeah, you should ask him.

Doubt he'll discuss it with the FBI.

You think he'd talk to Mr. Black?

DRIVER: If you have a weapon,
I'll take it.

I don't.

-I'm gonna check.
-Hey, get your hands off me.

HALBRIDGE: It's all right, Nico.

What is so important
that you need to see me in person?

You want to do this in front of him?

I'm more comfortable that he stays.

Did you enjoy your trip to New York?

It isn't over yet.

(CHUCKLES) It should be.

Your business,
as I understand it, is complete.

Not quite.

I'm here to talk about Ridgemont.

That supposed to mean something?

You hired me to kill a woman.

This conversation is over.

I asked myself, "Why kill her?"
She must mean something to you.

So before I took care of her,
we had a little talk,

and she had a lot to say
about Ridgemont Apartments.

If you're insinuating
that I had some woman killed,

what makes you think
that I won't have you killed

right where you sit?

That crossed my mind.

Here's what happens now.

You're going to transfer
$2 million into my account.

You got 48 hours
or the FBI gets a call telling them

to look into any connection between you
and Ridgemont Apartments.

Liquidating $2 million in assets
will take some time.

You're a wealthy and resourceful man.
You'll think of something.

If I don't?

(BULLET CLINKS)

You got a lot more to lose than I do.

We were right. Ridgemont was the way in.

Good. Jones, Diana, keep monitoring
Halbridge's phones and assets.

There are plenty of places
to plant a bug in his house…

if you want to go that way.

You're playing with guns,
I'm not letting you back in there.

Just let that simmer.

What happens if he actually transfers
the two mil to Mr. Black?

Be a good day for Mr. Black.

PETER: I've got a team watching Ridgemont.

If Halbridge makes a move,

we'll figure out
what's so important in there.

MOZZIE: Now, explain to me
why your hair was slicked back.

Amateur production of Grease?

I do think you'd make
a sublime Danny Zuko.

Mmm. Not Kenickie?

MOZZIE: Oh, please, you're not a follower.

I went back under as a hit man.

Ah, can't keep yourself
from terrorizing Sara.

No, we're trying to force
a suspect into…

Why are you still here?

Oh, you have a better
wine selection than I do.

Love your honesty.

Truth is the first chapter
in the book of wisdom

and this Malbec is a little dry.

I've gotta get back to the Bureau.

So any progress with Sara?

Well, she's still camped out
in the conference room.

Still? Where's she sleeping?

She's sleeping in the conference room?

Her bed's tucked into the corner.

She had Jones drag in half her wardrobe.

Well, I guess you can take it with you.

Sounds like she's in for the long haul.

-I guess.
-That can't be fun.

For her or for us?

Either. The suit can't force her
into a hotel?

Oh, Peter agreed to this.

She's under protection
so she can't leave the building.

(EXHALES) You can't crack a window
and no room service?

I mean, seriously,
who can survive like that?

Coffee for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I heard Halbridge bit.

Yeah, we got a team at Ridgemont.
How's everything going with you?

I hate this coffee.
I hate eating food out of foil.

-And the air in here is stale.
-Cabin fever.

I'm very sick of this place.

We should get you some fresh air.

Well, that's a little hard
when you can't leave the FBI.

Oh, come on.

You gotta think outside the box.

SARA: Hmm. The roof.

-Yeah, it's still the FBI.
-Yeah.

You know the secret to living with rules?

Finding ways to bend them?

Exactly.

Well, go on. I'm fascinated.

I'm not gonna tell you about the painting.

That's too bad.

You know what they say about curiosity.

Curiosity can't kill me
if I'm already dead.

-So, what's it like?
-Hmm. Being dead?

NEAL: Mmm.

So far, it's what I imagine
prison must be like.

You're equating prison and death?

I'm sorry,
I forgot I was talking to an expert.

Cue the violins, Neal.

You've got two miles,
I have a conference room.

Aw, you're indoors for two days.

I got this for four years.

Do you really want to keep doing this?

No, not really.

-NEAL: Beautiful.
-Yeah.

Nothing's changed.

I'm dead.

The city looks the same.

As far as the world knows,

you're no longer in it
but it keeps turning.

Yeah, certain things…

Humble you?

Well, I was gonna say
"really piss me off,"

-but, okay, yeah, sure.
-(CHUCKLING)

-Humble me.
-All right.

Oh, what, your passing
didn't make a big enough splash?

A girl can hope.

-Parents?
-Deceased.

-Brothers and sisters?
-Only child.

-Goldfish?
-No.

What do you want from me, Caffrey?

-Who says I want anything?
-I do.

You're a con man. You smile for a living.

And you're smiling at me right now,
so I know that you want something.

All right.

I would love
for you to pass me that fortune cookie.

You first.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Apparently, excitement
and intrigue follow me.

-How about you?
-I make delicious soups.

-Confucius has you pegged.
-It's true, actually, I do.

-Yeah?
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Hey, Peter.
-PETER: Got word from surveillance.

Halbridge just hired a crew
to do some landscaping

at Ridgemont tomorrow morning.

-He took the bait?
-Yep.

Halbridge is digging up Ridgemont.

I'll toast to that.

(JACK HAMMER RUMBLING)

MAN 1: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, stop.

Get that up. Come on, guys.

-Get the crane over here.
-MAN 2: All right.

Okay.

-MAN 1: Come on.
-Let's see what they've found.

MAN 1: Let's go.
Come on, quick, we gotta get…

PETER: FBI.
MAN 1: Get this done.

I need everyone to put their tools down
and step two feet away from the hole.

AGENT: Put it down.
MAN 1: All right, down here.

AGENT: Just put it down, guy.

MAN 2: Okay.
MAN 3: Easy.

NEAL: Excuse me.

-Oh, hey.
-AGENT: Ready to open it up?

-Can't be our bonds.
-No.

Whatever Halbridge is hiding
has been here for years.

He's bound to have more than
one skeleton in his closet.

-AGENT: Agent Burke, open it?
-Yeah, go ahead, get it open.

There you go.

MAN 1: Oh, gee.

MAN 2: Oh.
MAN 3: Ew.

(MEN EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)

Looks like you were
right about those skeletons.

Mmm.

ELIZABETH: (ON PHONE)
How's the case going?

We're making headway.
We just dug up some new evidence.

That was some sort of pun, wasn't it?

I could've also said,
"We found a body of evidence."

I get it. You're very, very funny.

I'm here all week.
Don't forget to tip your waitress.

(GIGGLES) So does that mean
that Sara gets to go home?

Soon, I hope.

Well, have you talked to her?

Yeah, I'm gonna update her now.

No, I meant have you talked to her?

Like a person.

I'm not a shrink.

You've got a pretty good
bedside manner, Agent Burke.

-Don't pretend you don't.
-All right, you twisted my arm.

-I love you.
-I love you, too.

Hey, how you doing?

Me? I'm good, I'm fine.

That's a nice outfit. Going somewhere?

No. No, I'm just pretending.

Dress how you want to feel, right?

PETER: Hmm.

Neal came by. We had a nice little chat.

-Is he in one piece?
-Yes, I left him whole.

-Good, I prefer him that way.
-Yeah.

These flowers from him?

Um, no, my company sent these
to the funeral home for me.

Oh.

We had everything forwarded
from the funeral home.

-It's evidence.
-Yeah.

It's carnations.

That's all I'm worth.
It might as well be weeds.

Well, I don't think that's fair
to carnations.

Well, you gotta admit
they brighten up the place.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you find anything at Ridgemont?

A body.

-Ah… Whose?
-I don't know yet.

The clothing's from the mid-'80s.

Looks like a blunt force to the head.
No ID, no direct links to Halbridge.

-Okay, well, then what can I do?
-Nothing.

Tonight you can rest.

That's what you can do.

When this thing is over, you…

You can get back to your life.

Maybe find something
that doesn't fit in these boxes.

Oh, all right.
You're getting paid by the hour now.

Okay.

My advice?

Get a life. You work too hard.

And you don't?

Hmm.

What is it they say?
"We can sleep when we're dead"?

It's a good idea. You're dead.

-So get some rest.
-(CHUCKLES)

Forensic will be here tomorrow.

And you can jump back in then.

Okay.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

All right, I'll make us coffee.

PETER: Oh, yeah, right?
SARA: Right.

-Yeah, the way that S moves like that.
-SARA: Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Very similar.

-Did I miss a memo?
-No.

NEAL: Were we starting earlier?

Forensics came back this morning
with an ID on the body.

-And?
-You're gonna love this.

The body buried under Ridgemont
was identified as one Edgar Halbridge.

-Halbridge is the corpse?
-Yep.

So the man we know as
Edgar Halbridge is an imposter.

-Yep.
-Who is he, then?

We spent the morning comparing
a recent signature of Halbridge's

to signatures from
every Ridgemont Apartment lease

from the early to mid-'80s.

We found a pretty good match.

Steve Price.

He was a tenant at Ridgemont

at the same time
the real Halbridge was living there.

So you think Price killed Halbridge
and took his identity. Why?

The real Halbridge had no family,
but was coming into some serious cash

from an inheritance. Price was poor.

So Price knocks him off
and then steals his identity.

Halbridge's body is lying there
at Ridgemont, driving Price crazy.

-His own Tell-Tale Heart.
-God.

-Yep.
-What?

Peter told me you would bring up
The Tell-Tale Heart.

Oh. I'm glad my grasp of gothic fiction
is a source of amusement for you.

He buys the property,

it isn't worth the risk
of digging up the body.

So he cements over it
and makes sure no one ever digs there.

You start poking around Ridgemont.
That's why he wants you killed.

I like it.

In theory.

Yeah, but that's all it is, a theory.

We've got the signature,
but it isn't definitive.

No, if we're gonna prove murder one,

-we're gonna need more evidence.
-(GROANS)

-Thank you, pay up.
-We had a bet.

I told her at some point you'd say,
"We need more evidence."

-We do.
-And we still don't have the bonds.

What if we kill two birds, so to speak?

Make Halbridge admit he's Steve Price
and reveal the bonds.

Great. What's the plan?

How would you feel
about coming back from the dead?

This is what you found
underneath one of my buildings?

-It is.
-How did they die?

We think it was murder.

Unfortunate.

Have you had any luck identifying it?

Not yet. We'll know more
when the lab work comes back,

which takes weeks
with older remains like this.

I was hoping that
you might be able to help us.

I bought the building 20 years ago.

It's before my time.

There is one thing
you might be able to help us with.

I assume you recognize this woman.

-Do I?
-You should.

Sara Ellis, insurance investigator
working with Sterling Bosch.

She was investigating you
concerning stolen bearer bonds.

Ah. Yes.

I read about her recent misfortune.
What did she, uh, have to do with this?

Does, present tense.

This photo was taken yesterday.
It appears she's alive.

Her death was faked.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

-Why would she do that?
-I don't know.

But she was the one
who tipped us off about the body.

We think that she's working with this man.

-You know him?
-What's his name?

Steve Price.

That may be an alias. We're not sure.

Does the name ring a bell?

-Steve.
-PETER: Price.

-No.
-Mmm.

Well, we think these two
might be targeting you in some way.

If something comes up, please let me know.

We're here to help.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Keep those photos.
-I will.

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

Nico, get in here.

You're getting better
at planting bugs than Caffrey.

-He's talking?
-Yep.

HALBRIDGE: He played me.
They both played me.

NICO: How could they know about the body?

HALBRIDGE: I don't know,
but they know who I am.

-Oh, it's time to move.
-Got him.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Did it work?
-It worked.

Wine, please. Bringing Sara
back from the dead was brilliant.

Sterling Bosch release the mail?

You had a very specific Syrah here
that I wanted to try,

but it's gone missing.

I drank it. The pinot is fine.
Mozz, the mail.

Yes, they released it.

The package from the FAA
containing the cockpit voice recording

is now sitting amidst a pile
of envelopes on her desk,

or so I was told
by a very perky assistant.

Good.

So how are you gonna get it from her?

If we take Halbridge down,
the first thing Sara's gonna want to do

is get out of that FBI building.

An impulse I understand.

Sterling Bosch is on the way home.

Think she'll stop and pick up her mail?

She's a workaholic,
and everybody likes mail.

This is true.

To the unopened package
and the tantalizing mystery it contains.

NEAL: Huh.

-You want me to steal it?
-She has a gun.

Is it still pointing at you?

No. I think I've convinced her
I'm not trying to kill her anymore.

Well, you are a charmer.

I think I've got a plan

that's a little less illegal
than breaking and entering.

-What do you need?
-A car.

-You don't drive.
-I don't drive often.

Do you think the lady
will accept a ride from you?

Beats packing everything into a cab.

I drink to your charm, sir.

TELLER: Did you get everything you need?

-HALBRIDGE: Yes, I did.
-Thank you, Mr. Price.

Of course.

Steve Price?

FBI.

Did this man remove something

from a security box
belonging to Steve Price?

-Yes.
-Can I see some ID?

I think you'll find everything's in order.

-Excuse me.
-Where you headed, Steve?

You're under arrest
for the murder of Edgar Halbridge.

I wonder what's in here.

Ah, goldfish.

These are pretty.

-Got them.
-Thank God.

I can finally take a shower
that doesn't involve a sink.

Huh… For some reason

I imagined the FBI had showers
somewhere in the building.

It's funny how we have these mental images
that don't always match reality.

Huh. Get me a cab.

Well, I'm headed that way.

You have a car now?

Which agent's ride are you about to steal?

Borrow. I'll leave a note and everything.

-Mmm-hmm.
-I'll get the Raphael.

-Yes.
-I don't want you to forget it.

You don't pack light, do you?

Found a gun on the driver.

Any luck on suitcase
with the gun they gave Neal?

-Nothing, maybe they dumped it.
-Keep looking.

Okay.

Where's Mr. Black?

-The Canadians are holding him.
-You sure?

-Last we checked.
-Find out.

Mr. Black, he's here, isn't he?

Your boss got a pricey lawyer.
I don't recall him saying you got one.

Do you want to be charged as an accessory
to another murder

or do you want to talk to me?

Peter, the Canadians
released Black 12 hours ago.

They didn't have anything
to charge him with.

Oh, damn it. He was in your car.
Where is he now?

He came back to finish the job.

Where's Sara?

Where do you want these?

Oh, um, you can just
put them right back there.

Thank you.

(SIGHS) You know, Neal,
for an art thief…

Alleged art thief.

Yeah. For an art thief,
you certainly have your moments.

(SARA GRUNTS)

Oh, I doubt you'll be saying that
after a shower and a few hours of sleep.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Oh, brother, it never ends.

What is this?

(RATTLING)

(GUNSHOTS)

NEAL: Hey.

SARA: Drop it now.

I said, drop it.

I'd listen to her if I were you.

(KICKS GUN)

Get him out of here.

AGENT: Come on, let's go.

-What are you doing here?
-She needed a ride.

NEAL: Excitement and intrigue.

They follow me wherever I go.

That's probably true for both of us.

Yeah. Looking forward to trying that soup.

Soup?

PETER: Neal?