All language subtitles for White Collar - S02E06 - In the Red.en

NEAL: Twelve past 4:00,
still no sign of our jewel thief.

You lift a hundred grand
worth of stones from Bloustein's,

you wanna unload them as fast as possible.

Give it time.

Your gut still telling you
it's an inside job?

Why do you ask?

Because I have an Andrew Jackson
telling me it wasn't.

I'll take your money, Jones.

Oh. Get out your wallets, gentlemen.
Here comes our suspect.

Let's make this quick.

Run the plate.

Got it. Catherine McMillan.

Bloustein's assistant manager.

Oh.

Pretty happy with yourself, huh?

I'm not the one who bet against the gut.

So how does this work?

You show me the cash,
I show you the jewelry?

(OVER WIRE) You gonna let me in?

This isn't a drug deal in a parking lot.

I'm not flashing this much cash
in the open.

You alone?

Please show me the money.

Maybe you should reconsider.

The right buyer would pay you
twice what I'm offering.

Why is he trying to talk her out of it?

JONES: Soft spot for a pretty lady?

What are you doing, Neal?

Show me the stones.

The deal was for a hundred thousand.

I know how much the deal was for.

I'd like my money now.

It's all there.

You can count it.

"Count it," that's our signal.

Move in, move in.

No guns.

-No guns, guys.
-MAN: Off to the side.

Drop your weapons, drop them.

AGENT: Step out of the car.
MAN: Weapons down, weapons down.

AGENT: This way.

(SOBBING) Please don't take away my son.

What happens now?

Don't hold your breath
for a mother and son reunion.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Mozz.

How often do I say thank you?

-Sarcastically?
-No.

-Rhetorically?
-Genuinely.

I can't recall, why?

You've done a lot for me.

I wanted to say thank you.

You're welcome, there's more.

The cockpit voice recording
from Kate's plane,

last we saw it, it was in the apartment

of the beautiful insurance
investigator Sara Ellis.

What'd you do, Mozz?

I went to her apartment.

NEAL: And?

MOZZIE: You know she put in
a Ranzig keypad lock?

NEAL: I noticed. People tend to upgrade
their securityafter an attemptedmurder.

Ranzig's tough to beat.

-Not if you have the code.
-How'd you get it?

NEAL: She blocks the combination
when she enters it.

MOZZIE: Thermal scope.

NEAL: Residual heat from her fingers.

-Impressed?
-Yeah. So you waited for her to leave.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

It took awhile.

(DOOR BUZZES)

But you're gonna be very happy
with what I found.

Well?

Kate's last words are on here.

That's a possibility.

It also may tell us what happened.

Listen, I gotta meet with Peter.
I'll open this later.

Thanks, Mozz.

Of course.

-How's the kid?
-Olly?

Well, he's doing as well
as any five-year-old

ripped from his mother's arms.

We had to hand him over
to Child Protective Services.

If you thought there might've been a kid,
you should've said something.

-I did.
-No.

You were busy trying to talk the mother
into not making a sale.

Come on, Catherine McMillan
is not a jewel thief.

You mean, no priors, she's a PTA mom

who volunteers her time
at the youth center on the weekends?

Throw a mullet on her
and she's Carol Brady.

Carol Brady had an affair with Greg Brady.

Proof that everybody's got a dark side.

Thing about the law, one size fits all.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Jones, what's going on?

JONES: Catherine McMillan's
asking to speak to you about her arrest.

All right, thanks.

Mrs. Brady wants to talk.

-Wanna tag along?
-Oh, yeah.

CATHERINE: Eight months ago,
I adopted my son Olly

through an international adoption lawyer,
Luke Donovan.

-Where's Olly from?
-Chechnya.

Mr. Donovan has connections to agencies
all over Eastern Europe.

A month after the adoption was finalized

he told me the Chechen birth mother
had come forward and wanted Olly back.

He said it was a scam
the birth mothers pull sometimes.

They don't want their kids,
they want your money.

He said I could pay her $50,000
to make her go away.

But she didn't go away.

Last week, he told me

things with the birth mother
had gotten complicated.

That she wanted more money.

He said if I wanted to keep my son

I had one week to come up
with an additional hundred thousand.

-Piece of cake, right?
-One week?

Did Donovan give you any proof
that the birth mother had come forward?

Some papers with chicken scratches
for a signature.

I put in calls to the State Department
to check out his story,

but the clock was ticking.

If he was telling the truth
and I delayed things…

He'd take Olly away from you.

So you decided to rob your own store.

Not exactly mother of the year, I know.

Neither was taking your child

to an exchange
with a potentially dangerous fence.

If someone threatened to kidnap your wife,

would you let her out of your sight?

You're sure Olly's adoption was legal?

He has an IR-4 visa,
a Social Security number.

He's my son.

And if I go to prison,
I may never see him again.

Donovan is shaking Catherine down for cash
using her kid as leverage.

It's tough to prove.

Well, maybe it's the real mother,
maybe it's not.

If Catherine calls him on it,
he can just say that the real mom

changed her mind
and moves on to the next family.

Sounds like extortion to me.

-I'm gonna pay Donovan a visit.
-Yeah.

Yes, Catherine McMillan,
I read about it in this morning's paper.

Poor Olly.

If there's anything I can do…

You can tell me why you demanded
a hundred thousand dollars from her.

No, no, no, I didn't demand anything.

Sometimes, the birth mothers
will threaten to reclaim their children

unless they're given a large sum of money.

It's unfortunate,
but these are the waters.

Prove to me that Olly's birth mother
came forward.

Well, I'll be happy to give you
the name of my Chechen contact.

Certainly, if you need proof beyond that,
feel free to charter a flight to Gudermes

and find her yourself.

Catherine told you
she didn't have the money.

Well, yes, and I had no idea
what she'd resort to to get it.

She's an adult, I told her the truth.

She robbed a jewelry store.

If I'm guilty of something,
it's believing that she was a good parent.

I don't tear families apart, agent.

I bring them together.

Sometimes it doesn't work out.

-Clark Maskhodov.
-AKA Clark the Shark.

Yeah, he likes to chew people up.

He's the enforcer for Kaz Abramov.

The Chechen mob boss?
What's he doing calling on Donovan?

Maybe he wants Donovan's help
becoming a daddy.

You think the Chechen mob's involved
with these adoptions?

My gut tells me there's a connection.

Your gut's rarely wrong.
Where's Maskhodov now?

I got Jones sitting on him,
let's see where he leads us.

Excuse me, ma'am?

What's Sara doing here?

Peter?

Let her up.

-You sure that's a good idea?
-I don't know, let's ask her.

-What are you doing here, Sara?
-Came to see Neal.

-Hear that. She came to see you.
-It's not a social visit.

You broke into my house again.

-Really?
-Can you prove it?

I can. I'd like him
to submit to a polygraph.

I'm not issuing a polygraph.

It's okay. I brought my own.

-She has her own.
-I see that.

Sara, if you had any proof
that could justify this polygraph…

I'll take it.

I didn't break into her house.

Great, can I borrow an office?

(SIGHS)

-This should be fun.
-SARA: Hmm.

All right, state your name.

-Neal Caffrey.
-(BEEP)

-What color are your eyes?
-Blue.

-(BEEP)
-SARA: Okay.

Tell me a lie.

That color does not bring out
the subtle glint of hazel in your eyes.

-(BUZZER)
-Voice stress analyzer.

Sterling Bosch standard issue.

More portable than a polygraph
and I don't have to hire an analyst.

An unopened package from the FAA
was stolen from my home.

Did you take it?

-I did not.
-(BEEP)

Do you know who did?

I do not.

(BEEP)

PETER: He took it.

What makes you so sure?

(SIGHS) Package from the FAA.
Kate died on a plane.

Neal's involved.

The package arrived
while we were working together

on the Halbridge case.

The same time you started playing nice.

I think there was something
in that package, something you wanted,

and you used me to get it.

Am I wrong?

You're wrong.

(BEEP)

Listen, Sara, despite what you think,
this situation has nothing to do with us.

So why don't we call a time out,
talk things over and get past it?

Coffee, dinner, you name it.

What do you say?

I say that you're also responsible

for the theft of a Raphael
in April of 2005.

I only agreed to talk
about the stolen package.

-So I guess we're done.
-No.

No, we're not.

(BEEP)

-I took the polygraph.
-PETER: You cheated.

I don't know how, but you cheated.

You're playing with fire.

Sara is like a tornado
in heels and you're…

Oh, please, please
don't reduce me to a trailer park.

-If the shoe fits.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Jones.

JONES: I tailed Maskhodov
to the Old New York Room.

-How long ago?
-Ten minutes.

-Looks like the place is hopping.
-Good, thanks.

Clark the Shark just disappeared
into the Old New York Room.

Thought that place got shut down.

Apparently it's re-opened for business.

Donovan won a Texas hold 'em tournament
in Macau last year.

There's our connection
between Clark and Donovan.

Could be, let's find out.

This conversation about Sara's not over.

I didn't think it would be.

NEAL: Bouncer and a password to get in.

Guy talking to the girl
in the purple dress.

That's Bernie Buryatskiy.
Abramov's right arm.

Want me to see if Donovan's inside?

-How are you gonna get in?
-Call me.

-Why?
-Well, you want me to get in?

(DIALING, BEEPING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Can you hear me?
-Yeah.

Don't hang up.

Oh, excuse me, sorry about that, sir.

Can I see your phone?

(BEEPS)

GUARD: (ON SPEAKERPHONE) Password?
BURYATSKIY: Sunnydale.

Go ahead.

That's great.

What happens when Buryatskiy finds out
he's got your phone in his pocket?

Better keep his hands
off my rollover minutes.

-Hey.
-Password?

Sunnydale.

He's okay.

(CHATTERING)

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Burya, ready for big game?

-I'm ready to win.
-Maybe I check your sleeves

-for pocket queens.
-You'll find nothing.

Give me a light.

Kaz Abramov.

It's a pleasure.

-Who are you?
-Nick Halden.

Hear you got a game going.

Unfortunately, we just filled
the last spot for Friday night.

That's a shame.

At the risk of sounding immodest

my last gambling spree a few years back
brought the Sun City to its knees.

What, want to use my establishment
for your encore?

Wherever I play, attention follows.

Type of attention
that draws bigger players

with much bigger wallets.

-The buy-in is $100,000.
-Mmm.

When's it get interesting?

Sam.

Find my new friend here a seat
for Friday night, will you?

Please.

What do you got?

Oh, you got one.

-You still there?
-Anything on Donovan?

-I'm working on it.
-(BEEPS)

Buy-in for Friday is a hundred thousand.

Method of payment?

Bank account and routing number.

Just one moment while I verify.

I'm sorry, Mr. Halden,
but it appears your account

has insufficient funds.

There must be some error.

Apologies, but I won't be able
to hold your spot in the game

until I have the money in hand.

You saw me and Abramov
chatting just now, right, Sam?

That was him thanking me.

I'd hate to tell him the man who saved
his beloved prostitutka

from the Russian diamond mines
was denied access into his poker game

because you couldn't overlook something
as trivial as a bank error.

(SCOFFS)

Come on.

We close the entrance
one hour before the game.

And it has to be cash.

Thank you.

See you.

Well?

I may have an angle
on how we can take down Donovan.

You got a hundred grand I can borrow?

What do we have?

Donovan's subpoenaed files.

All his adoptions look perfectly legit,
Catherine McMillan's included.

I called his liaison in Gudermes.

The guy corroborated Donovan's story
about Olly's birth mother.

Of course he did,
he's probably getting a cut

of Donovan's extortion money.

Or Donovan's telling the truth.

Oh, no. No way he's clean.

Neal did a little digging
in the New York Room yesterday.

Found out why Donovan
was so eager to shake down Catherine.

He's in the red 200 grand
with the Abramov crime family.

He's planning on winning it back
at their poker game Friday night.

So Abramov must have him on a clock.

Which means he's desperate,
he's gotta win.

Exactly.

What if Neal were to play Donovan
in that poker game,

made sure he didn't win?

Oh, then he'd get even more desperate.

Desperate enough to try and shake down
another adoptive parent.

How would you guys feel about going under
as a couple working through

a tricky international adoption?

It'd be selfish of us not
to share our love with little Samir…

…ra, Samira.

You wanted a girl?

This is good.
Neal makes Donovan desperate for cash.

And he extorts the two of you
to recoup his losses.

-So you just used a tack?
-NEAL: She surprised me.

What else was I gonna do? It worked.

How'd she know someone broke in?

Oh, I don't know, a hundred
failed attempts on her keypad.

-That would do it.
-Yeah.

So I'm guessing you haven't listened
to the fruits of my labor yet.

-No, I've been busy with a case.
-Neal, it's me.

You weren't there, Mozz.
You didn't see it happen.

I witnessed the aftermath,
figuratively and literally.

Look, when you're ready to listen…

-You'll be there.
-Yes.

So, what is this case?

I'm taking down a lawyer.

He's extorting money from the parents,
using their adopted kids as leverage.

-Adopted kids?
-Yeah.

What kind of a cretin
preys on helpless adopted kids?

All they want is a fair shake
and a chance to belong.

I know, you were adopted.

Foster care, I was never adopted.

-How you gonna take down this pig?
-Poker game.

You better win.

-That's the game plan.
-You better make sure you win.

Again, that's the game plan.

-What's his tell?
-I will figure out his tell.

You do that.

Then crush him.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Look at you two.
Did I wake up in the Hamptons?

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-We look good.

Donovan knows the feds
are looking into him.

So convincing him to take on new clients
isn't gonna be easy.

Everything you need to know
is in this briefcase.

Salary history, legal documents,
names and numbers

of your Sudanese adoption contacts.

Do you feel married?

We feel like Tanya and David Mayburn.

A happy couple trying to adopt
a six-month-old from Al-Fashir in Sudan.

A few photos of little Samira.

You wanted a girl so we got a girl.

-How is that fair?
-Excuse me.

Who's the one on the phone
with Al-Fashir every day

while you're off
hitting a bucket of balls with the boys?

Sounds like a married couple to me.
Knock 'em dead.

JONES: It was our love of children
that brought us together.

Fast forward five years,
we've tried everything

-to conceive on our own, but…
-It wasn't meant to be.

So you decided to adopt internationally.

-What kept it from being finalized?
-DIANA: We don't know.

We've been calling
the agency in Al-Fashir…

Every time it's the runaround.
Can't get a straight answer.

Whatever's going on, we want it fixed.

We heard you're the man
that can make it happen.

-Really? Who told you that?
-JONES: Gilbert.

Gilbert Lowenstein
at the Hemmingson Institute…

Gilbert, I haven't talked to him
in ages. Oh!

Did his daughter finish school?
Oh, which one was that again?

Yale. Emily graduated cum laude.

And how is Gil doing with the divorce?

Well, with all due respect, Mr. Donovan,

we're here to discuss our daughter.

Yes, and if you want my services,
answer my questions.

He's on to them.

Well, I believe the divorce
was finalized last spring.

Is there anything else
you'd like to know about Gil?

-How he takes his coffee perhaps?
-We just…

We just want our Samira where she belongs.

Here with us.

We'll do anything.

Price isn't an issue.

$50,000 is my standard retainer.
Will that be a problem?

Do you prefer cash or check?

-You got him to bite.
-Yeah, well, he's gonna check us out.

Good, we got that covered.

We're his insurance.
He loses the poker game,

it's safer to risk an FBI setup
than the wrath of a mob boss.

And he made the wrong choice.

Hughes approved the money,
we got the hundred grand for the buy-in.

Good.

But I need something else.

I need some way to find out Donovan's tell
so I know when he's bluffing a hand.

You don't think you can beat him?

It hurts me that you would
even ask that. I know I can.

But there's a kid at stake,
I can't take any chances.

-I'll handle it.
-Peter Burke gut detector?

FBI's most valuable weapon.

(KNOCKING)

-Sara?
-Detective Lewis.

This is Neal Caffrey.

This is a search warrant.

We're looking for the stolen FAA package.

Huh. Points for persistence.

A lot harder to beat than a lie detector.

Nice place, Neal.

I've seen yours,
you've seen mine, we're even.

If I snuck in here with a gun,
then we'd be even.

Mid-19th century tiger oak?

-Hand carved.
-It's beautiful.

If I stole the package
you really think I'd keep it here?

-Why not?
-Let me help you out with that.

Thank you.

How did you con your way into this place?

You are convinced
I don't have an honest bone.

Give me a good reason to think otherwise.

There's nothing here.

LEWIS: Ms. Ellis?

I can explain that.

Olly is how old?

He's five.

How do you know Clark Maskhodov?

-Who?
-Clark Maskhodov?

Also known as Clark the Shark.

Don't know him.

Let's talk about the birth mother.

She's really coming forward?

Not some extortion scam you're pulling?

She's real.

Thank you very much, Mr. Donovan.
That's all I need to know.

Thank you for coming in.

I'll be in touch
if I have any further questions.

You've subpoenaed all my files
and you've accused me of extortion.

I can't imagine what more
you want from me.

I'll be in touch.

-(SNIFFS)
-This way, sir.

-You get him?
-I got him.

He blinks twice.

Two little blinks,
just like that when he lies.

-What?
-It's Neal.

Where is Neal?

The game starts in three hours.

He's being arrested.

You have the right to remain silent…

I'm familiar with the speech.
Sara, this is really a bad time.

Agent Burke.

-Peter, will you please…
-What's going on here?

-Neal stole a package.
-(SIGHS)

Detective, may I speak
with Mr. Caffrey, please?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

-Did you steal it?
-No.

Mozzie?

-You realize what…
-Yes.

-You can't play if…
-I know.

-She's mad.
-Yeah.

MAN: Yes, sir.

Detective. He's all yours.

Sara.

Peter, just forget it, all right?
He broke into my house again.

You know what that is?

No.

I think it has something to do
with Kate Moreau.

And when it comes to her,
Neal's judgment is severely lacking.

-All right, fine, why am I involved?
-I don't know.

Look, I understand
why you're pressing charges, I get it.

-But I'm gonna ask you not to.
-Oh, this ought to be good.

It's an adoption scam.

There's a kid.
He's caught in the middle of all this.

Neal is integral to our takedown.

How integral?

Can't do it without him.

A kid?

Yeah.

These guys can spot a cheat.

-(BEEP)
-No wires, no cell phone.

No Mozzie. You're gonna have to do this
the old-fashioned way.

You're gonna have to beat him honestly.

Well. Contrary to popular opinion,
I can do honest.

-Can you beat him?
-He's good.

-I'm better. Anything else?
-Yeah, good luck.

(CHATTERING)

Luke Donovan. Nick Halden.

Mr. Halden. Enjoy the play.

You too.

Good evening, welcome.

The game is no limit Texas hold 'em.

You will play until there is only
one player left standing.

Okay.

Shuffle up and deal.

DONOVAN: Three thousand.

Call.

You got the straight.

Do I?

Let's see them.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Cards are war disguised as sport.

You're lucky, Donovan.

Luck? Hmm.

-That's four in a row.
-Ah, yes.

Nothing happens by chance, my friend.
There's no such thing as luck.

There is meaning
behind every little thing.

I hope you're right.

Come on. Nobody likes to quit
when they're behind.

Oh, nobody likes to quit
when they're ahead.

Shuffle up and deal.

And then there were two.

Your math skills are impeccable.

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

MAN: What is he gonna do?

Fifty thousand.

(CROWD MURMURING)

I call.

Twenty grand.

You know, this might be the time
you think about folding,

do you know how to do that?

You must really like your hand.

Call.

(SIGHS)

All in.

(CROWD MURMURING)

You have the inside flush?

Do I?

What can I say? Let's go to war.

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING AND MURMURING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(SIGHS)

He flips over the river and…

Mmm-hmm. You cheated, right?

Peter, you insult me.

There's no way
you would've left it to chance.

A true gambler
never reveals his strategies.

Oh, oh, reveals his strategy.
And, uh, what about the winnings?

Per your request, I deposited the $800,000
into the FBI bank account this morning.

Eight-hundred grand,
a hundred grand times 10 players

minus the ten percent house cut, that's…

Nine hundred thousand.

Hundred grand, bottom drawer,
hollowed out weapons manual.

Safekeeping.

Looks like Neal's
poker smack-down paid off.

-Donovan's desperate.
-You talked to him?

No, but just he called the number
of our Sudanese adoption contact.

I re-routed it to the audio trace
back room.

Good. What'd he say?

Our linguist expert,
posing as the contact,

followed the script perfectly.

Told him that the holdup
with Samira's adoption

was nothing more than a paperwork mix-up.

All right, now we see if he comes back
to you and Jones with the same story

or if he pulls some nonexistent
birth mother out of thin air.

What do we do until then?

Until then, we wait.

(CLEARS THROAT)

-His tell.
-Oh, yeah, his tell.

-We beat him together.
-Well, I beat him, but, you know…

-Bottom drawer?
-Yeah.

-How'd it go?
-ELIZABETH: Well, let's see.

The client's happy, so I'm happy,
which makes you happy for me.

Oh. You're lucky I'm so supportive.

Yes, the client's so excited

that she wants to take me
to dinner to celebrate.

Well, nice one of us
has something to celebrate about.

And, yes, it's about Neal.

He is neck deep in a dangerous game
of cat and mouse.

-Really, with who?
-Sara Ellis, our insurance investigator.

She's investigating him
and he's enjoying it.

All that pent up animosity and fighting,
it leads to sparks.

Well, we don't have pent up animosity.
We never fight.

And that's a good thing.

What about the sparks?

Honey, we are so not lacking
in the sparks department.

When I get home,
I'm gonna prove it to you.

-I'm gonna hold you to that. You…
-(PHONE BEEPING)

(SIGHS) Oh, honey, I gotta take this,

-I'll call you later.
-Okay, bye.

(BEEPS)

Hey, Diana, what's up?

DIANA: Donovan wants to talk.

Jones and I are returning his call
in 20 minutes.

I'll be there.

DONOVAN: I finally got in touch
with your contact in Al-Fashir.

There's no easy way to say this,

but he informed me that Samira's
birth motherhas stepped forward.

Oh, God.

She wants Samira?

Mrs. Mayburn, it's only a scare tactic.
What she really wantsis money.

I think I can convince her to back off.

How? How much does she want?

$200,000, cash.

I'll need you to bring it
to my office at noon tomorrow.

I'm sorry to sound demanding,
but I'm convinced this is a solution

that will best serve all parties involved.

Bye.

MAN: Get the rest of that.

So, what's the story with Donovan
pushing up the payoff 30 minutes?

He called me back late last night
and changed the time.

-He's either spooked or up to something.
-Or both.

Are you sure
you don't want me to go with her?

If he's spooked, he'll be more at ease
with just one of you.

It's time, wish me luck.

Good luck.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Neal, what did you find out?
-Diana's hunch was right.

Donovan just booked the redeye
to Buenos Aires.

He's not paying off Abramov.
He's taking the money and running.

Yeah, but why push up the meeting?
What does that get him?

Abramov wants his cash.

He must know Donovan's getting it at noon.

Donovan shows up early,
collects his 200 grand

-and splits the country.
-PETER: Exactly.

Except we're gonna be there
to crash his bon voyage.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Boss, there's something going on.

It's Abramov's men.

Looks like we're not the only ones
crashing Donovan's bon voyage.

He must know
he's taking the money and running.

Mrs. Mayburn.

I work with Mr. Donovan.

He's instructed me
to accept the money on his behalf.

No, we blow our cover, it's over.

Diana, stall, just play it out,
see what happens.

Everyone else, stay alert.

I'm only giving the money to Donovan.

If he's not here,
we'll have to reschedule.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

AGENT: FBI, move, move.

Hold your fire, just hold your fire.

-AGENT: Go!
-Weapons down!

Weapons down, hold your fire.

BURYATSKIY: What is this, a setup?

We're not here for you.

We just want Donovan.

He's leaving this country a free man
unless we figure this out.

I'm willing to cut you a deal.

What kind of deal did you have in mind?

FBI's got you on illegal gambling.

We can shut you down
and look the other way,

or we can shut you down and arrest you.

Decision's yours.

I have lawyers.

And I've got your guys attempting
to steal money from a federal agent.

We stole nothing.
Donovan owes us that money.

How'd you know she was coming
with that money?

Donovan told us he's running
some kind of adoption scam,

this lady be bringing it.

We don't want to risk him screwing us,

cut out middle man, get from her directly.

Yeah, well, it's the adoption scam
that we want to shut down.

What do I care?

You care because he's using Chechen kids.

Nick Halden?

Something tells me
we're not here for a poker game.

-What…
-ABRAMOV: It seems that Mr. Halden

is not who he says he is.

You scam my men out of a lot of money.

And you…

You owe me money
and I expect payment in cash or blood.

It's your choice.

I know what this guy is capable of.

If you got the money, I'd give it to him.

I don't, but, Mr. Abramov, I'm sorry.

I was expecting a cash payment
when your men picked me up.

No, no, no. Is wrong answer.

And I will give you one minute
to think of right answer.

(NEAL GRUNTING)

NEAL: Wait, wait, wait, please, stop.

(EXCLAIMS) I don't have your money.

-I swear to you.
-(PUNCH LANDS)

I swear to you I don't have your money.
Wait, no.

PETER: (WHISPERS) Say something
about your legs. Your legs.

Oh, God. I swear to you.

Oh, God.

(YELLS) Not fire.

Ow!

Don't let the cigarette… (SCREAMS)

You come up with way to get my money yet?

(INAUDIBLE)

Gentlemen,
give Mr. Donovan same treatment.

No, whoa, whoa. wait, wait, wait.
I can… I can, um…

I… I can get you money, my job…

-Your job?
-I can…

Your job?

-You work for mint or something?
-No, no, no, I'm…

I'm an adoption lawyer
with wealthy clients,

I can get money from them
and I'll cut you in.

My sources tell me you're running
some sort of scam.

I threaten them. I… I tell them
they might lose their kids.

How will I know the plan
of yours will work?

Because I've done it.

I've done it eight, nine, ten times.
It works, I promise.

ABRAMOV: Promise.

Jones, Diana, you got all that, right?

-Oh, yeah.
-PETER: Excellent, everybody move in.

FBI, let him go.

(SIGHS) Agent Burke, these men, they…

Told you I'd be in touch.

This is a setup?

And you were in on it?

Yeah.

Agent Burke explained to me
your little extortion scheme.

What kind of sick animal
messes with innocent Chechen kids?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Mrs. Mayburn and I plan on playing
that little confession for your clients.

I got a feeling a lot more
extortion victims

are gonna be coming forward.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

-So, what happens to Abramov?
-Nothing.

But he so much as gets a parking ticket,

the Organized Crime Division
gets a very thick file.

Generous gesture.

-You know what this place needs?
-Hmm.

-Espresso machine.
-Well, that's a good idea.

Maybe we could dress up Jones
as a pastry chef on Fridays.

I suggest refinement, you make jokes.

No, I'm serious.

I think he'd look handsome
with one of those floppy chef hats.

-It's called a toque.
-I know what it's called.

And no espresso machine.

Can't stand that steam sound.

Hey, Catherine.

How you doing?
Heard the custody meeting went well.

My attorney got me a deferred prosecution.

Strict probation
with some community service.

And you get to keep Olly.

-Yes, he's my son.
-(PETER CHUCKLES)

PETER: Glad to hear it.
NEAL: That's great.

CATHERINE: I just… I wanted
to thank both of you for everything.

We're gonna be okay.

-Take care.
-Bye, guys.

(SIGHS)

-We did good.
-Yeah.

As long as we keep trying to do that,
we'll be okay.

-Wow, that is bad.
-It's awful.

-I'm gonna get an espresso.
-Yeah, grab me one.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Good morning.

Here to arrest me again?

Tell me about Kate.

Come on in.

(DOOR CLOSES)

She was your girlfriend
before you went to prison.

What happened to her in that plane?

It's complicated.

Who killed her?

I don't know.

Neal, I don't know what possessed you
to drag me into this…

But I'm in.

-You listened to it?
-Yeah.

You need to hear it.

Listen, uh, helping those kids…

Thanks.

Anytime, Mozz.

Ready?

(BEEPING, DIALING, LINE RINGING)

KATE: Hey, it's me. Peter Burke is here.

That's Kate's voice.

I don't know why Burke's here.

-Does this change the plan?
-(EXPLOSION)

-She called someone.
-Yeah.

(BEEPING, DIALING, LINE RINGING)

Hey, it's me, Peter Burke is…

We can enhance the sound.
Figure out who she dialed.

I wanna know who's
on the other end of that phone.