All language subtitles for White Collar - S02E08 - Company Man.en

PETER: That was a tough case.

It was a multimillion dollar
embezzlement scam.

And I'll give that to you,
but all you gotta do is follow the money.

Look, I'll show you.
Do you have a quarter?

-Will I get it back?
-Depends.

If it disappears, can you find it?

-What are you, a party clown?
-Embezzling your quarter.

There's a crime in progress. Solve it.

It's in your right pant pocket.

You didn't make the switch
with your right hand. Case closed.

-How'd you know?
-Because I kept my eye on the quarter.

See? All you gotta do is follow the money.

You're brilliant,
but we've got a new case. Neal.

Thank you.

Since when do we handle murders?

Since it's linked to corporate espionage.

-The victim worked for Novice Systems.
-Tech firm?

Yeah. They manufacture everything
from cell phones to supercomputers.

Meet Joseph Hayes.

He was Novice's lead R&D specialist.

-Dropped dead of a heart attack.
-DIANA: What was he carrying?

A next-gen quantum microprocessor.

-Anybody know what that is?
-Sure.

Yeah. It's a very small…

-Tool for binary code breaking.
-…tool.

Novice was vying for a defense contract
with several competitors.

According to their PR,
Hayes had a functioning prototype,

which put them in the lead
of that competition.

NEAL: How do we know he was murdered?
JONES: Toxicology report.

It says there was digitalis
in his bloodstream.

PETER: Somebody killed him
and stole the prototype.

-DIANA: Any suspects?
-Wesley Kent, founder and CEO.

He's pointing fingers at his competitors.

But according to NYPD,
he had an after-hours meeting

on his calendar with Hayes,
the night that he died.

His initial statement contradicted
the timeline from the coroner's report.

I other words, Kent's hiding something.

Looks like it. That's why I'm sending
someone in undercover to the company.

I know a bit about
corporate culture, so…

Sit down.

Novice has its annual audit scheduled
for the beginning of next week.

It's a perfect opportunity for us
to get the access we haven't been allowed.

Kent is expecting an accountant
from Bainfield Financial

to show up at his offices.

Well, if I'm not going in, who is?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Peter Lassen, CPA, at your service.

I thought you joined the FBI
to avoid number crunching.

Glad your accounting degree
hasn't gone to waste.

I was recruited
by several Fortune 500 companies.

-Single or double Windsor?
-Single.

It's hard to picture you
at a big financial firm.

-Been a life changer.
-That's true.

Some alternate universe,
you'd be wearing power ties,

doing power lunches,
flying corporate jets.

-Doubt we'd have ever met.
-Well, maybe.

-Under different circumstances.
-Well, that's true.

-You might've robbed the company.
-Yeah.

You could've had a mansion.

I like my house.

Horses, a stable in the Hamptons.

-I've got a dog.
-(SATCHMO WHIMPERS)

-No regrets, huh?
-No.

I've got the Bureau. I've got Elizabeth.

No. No regrets.

Bainfield putting you up?

Yeah. Company booked me
in a suite at a four-star hotel.

-Hmm. Impressive.
-Yeah.

Almost as impressive as your getting
Kate's flight recorder data.

That's right. Sara told me.

Neal, if you're working on this, so am I.

-I'm not working on anything.
-Which means Mozzie's working on it.

I want somebody from my team involved.

-Peter, he is not…
-No protests.

We are working on this together.

All right, who did you have in mind?

Diana.

What? She'll eat him alive.

Well, he's not much of a meal.

I want you to arrange a meeting.

-Are you sure this…
-Go.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hmm. I look good.

Peter Lassen.

Can I see your bag, please?

The basket is for your phone.

I'm Ellen Samuel,
Mr. Kent's personal assistant.

Sorry for the security,
but we can't risk our visitors

leaving with any sensitive information.

-I understand.
-You can pick up your phone

and your laptop at the front desk
on your way out.

If you'll just follow me,

Mr. Kent would like a word
before you start.

(BEEPS)

-After you.
-Thank you.

Sorry, we can't give you
your own swipe key.

They're for employees only.

Executive offices
are just around the corner.

Mr. Kent, this is Mr. Lassen.

Mr. Kent, pleasure to meet you.

Wesley, please. Mind if I call you Peter?

-No, not at all.
-Good.

You're gonna be with us for the week,
might as well work on a first-name basis.

(CHUCKLES) Most CEOs aren't as welcoming
to an external auditor.

Well, you're just looking at our books.

Armagnac, my daily vice.

I thought that we could, uh, you know,
drink to your new home for the week.

Ah, sorry, but not on the job.

Suit yourself.

I'll be coordinating with my team
at Bainfield Financial.

The first thing I'll need to send to them

are expense reports
from your senior staff.

Whatever you want we will provide.

And Miss Samuels is at your service.

If you could just show me where to set up.

-I'm sorry?
-My office, where is it?

Peter,

this is your office.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

We all want the same thing, all right?

Now, if we can come together,
"together" being the key word,

we can move forward.

Look, if I'm gonna spend my time
working with Lady Suit,

it better be worth it.

And if I'm gonna spend my precious time
supervising your pocket-size pal,

-he better watch what he says.
-Why are you even here?

Because my boss asked me. You?

-Uh, because Neal asked me.
-So Neal's your boss?

Hey, I answer to no one, Nancy Drew.

I already have one fed in my life.

And I've got plenty of crooks in mine.

Hey, hey. We need to find Fowler.

We know Kate tried to contact him

after Peter showed up
at the hangar that day.

He's the only one who can tell us
what really happened. Please.

Fine. But I have rules.

You have rules?

You will meet me
with all the pertinent files

at a time and place of my choosing.

I will contact you via express courier.

You'll receive a package.

In that package will be a sonnet
giving clue to our rendezvous point.

-You want to send me a sonnet?
-Yeah.

-I don't do scavenger hunts or poems.
-(CELL PHONE RINGS)

-Ah, this is Jones.
-Go.

-I can handle this.
-I don't get handled.

Guys, please, adults.

Hey.

-We good?
-Yeah, we're good.

Warrant came through
for the Novice hard drive.

So we'll be looking
for anything relevant to Hayes.

Come on, Peter. Where are you?

And an index of your earnings report.

-Can I get you anything else?
-I'm fine.

-Coffee?
-Sure, coffee.

Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato?

-Regular coffee's fine.
-Do you have a preferred blend?

Just plain old coffee.

We have Brazil Bourbon Santos,

a Panamanian Boquete,
and an Ethiopian Sidamo.

I prefer the Mediterranean espresso.

The beans are imported
from the Café Vivace in Rome.

(PETER SIGHS)

-Italian roast?
-Hmm.

Ahem. Yeah, let's go with that one.

NEAL: Remote access? Well done.

Timbuktu software Peter installed

just gave me access
to the entire Novice database.

All I have to do
is get around the service firewalls.

And we're in.

That was fast.

A catalogued index
of our earnings reports.

Excellent.

-And here's your espresso.
-Thank you.

Got it.

ELLEN: I assume you have
everything you need.

I do now.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, that's good.

Can you see me?

-ELIZABETH: (OVER COMPUTER) I can.
-Look at us being a modern couple.

(CHUCKLES) I know.
Okay, so how's the room?

Uh, not a room, honey. It's a suite.

See for yourself.

-Looks pretty fantastic.
-Oh, wait a minute.

Look at this view. Look at it.

There's a button that opens
the curtains automatically.

-Oh.
-And I've got a baby grand.

Well, it looks like
you haveeverything you need.

Well, not everything.

Let me show you the best part of the room.

You.

-Aw. Thanks for bringing me along.
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

All right. Now get back to work.

-I miss you.
-Miss you back.

(CLEARS THROAT)

PETER: Anybody see you?

No. I double backed
through the service entrance.

-You sweep the place?
-Yeah, the minute I walked in.

-It's clean.
-(WHISTLES) Nice digs, Peter.

Maybe you picked the wrong
universe to live in.

Nope.

No. No, stay out of there.
Six bucks for a candy bar.

Yeah, it's on the tab.

-Embrace your hypothetical self.
-I don't do hypothetical.

-Oh, we speculate all the time.
-On our cases, not on my life choice.

No touching, come on. What do you have?

Didn't get anything on Kent,

but Jones found something
pretty interesting on Hayes' computer.

Failed password attempts.

The day Hayes died, someone
tried to access his office desktop.

They tried variations on his birthday,
a bunch of song titles,

and the name of the dog he had as a kid.

Somebody had
a close relationship with him.

Looks like Novice has a mole.

All right. Kent and his upper management

can access any e-mail account
that they want.

They wouldn't have to go
fishing for a password.

We can rule them out.

Well, we need to dig
into the junior execs.

Ah. Since I'm the auditor,

I can't be hanging around
the water cooler,

but maybe you could.

You're sending me in? How?

Kent's kissing my butt.

He wants a clean audit so badly

that maybe he'd hire a friend of mine
who's looking for work in marketing.

If I pull the strings,
you think you can land the job?

Marketing?

I can do marketing.

I had Westen Farms conduct a poll

on what people found aesthetically
pleasing in their cereal bowls.

You know what people like to see?

-What?
-Raisins.

(CHUCKLES) Raisins?

Well, a finite amount of raisins.

Market research gave us the key formula.

Six to one flake-to-raisin ratio.

I made sure every box we packaged
met that standard.

-Sales went through the roof.
-Wow.

That's how you got this job?
Breakfast cereal?

Well, ready-to-eat cereal market,
$10.7 billion last year.

Ha-ha. Right.
With the little plastic prizes in the box.

Yeah. That's billion with a B.

But tech's where it's at, dog.
That's why I want to talk to you guys.

You know? Get some pointers.

Want to grab some drinks later?

Oh, well, we've already booked
a dinner at Drayton's, so…

-Oh, you should come.
-Jessica.

Screw you, Trent. Andrew?

-Yeah, fine with me.
-See?

Fine. You can play the game.

-He can play the game, right?
-What's the game?

It's a little tradition we have here.
It's called credit card roulette.

Go out. Run up a nice tab.

Throw all our company cards on the table,
and let the server pick one.

And that card foots the bill.

It blows your dinner budget for the month.

-You up for it?
-(CLICKS TONGUE) Lock and load, Trent.

Mr. Danbury. George.
The auditor would like to see you.

He spoke to Accounting

and has some questions
about your 2009 W2s.

Uh-oh. Excuse me. See you guys later.

-I don't like him.
-You don't like anyone, Trent.

-I like Andrew.
-Because I owe you money, Trent.

(LAUGHS)

NEAL: Thank you.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SIGHS)

You are stepping up in the world.

Well, it's not really my office.

-Oh, can it be mine?
-You already have a workspace.

Oh, yeah, I get a cubicle.
You get a palace.

-I work harder.
-Yeah.

Hat. How's the Marketing department?

Oh, a nice blend of smarmy and suspicious.

I'll narrow it down later.

I'm meeting everyone for dinner tonight.

Oh.

-Espresso?
-I've always liked espresso.

No more ugly FBI mugs for you.

I think you missed your calling.

Tiny cup, big office, expensive suits.

-Ugly mugs are fine.
-Don't fight your instincts, Peter.

-Embrace your true self.
-You done?

-I can keep going.
-You're done.

-What time is dinner tonight?
-9:00. What are you thinking?

If we do have a mole,
we might be able to bait him.

-You're pretty good at chitchat, right?
-Want me to spread some gossip?

Tell everyone that you noticed
I was looking into Hayes' files.

Maybe I found something interesting.

Let him think you found something
on the dead guy,

our mole will wanna
poke around your office.

Yeah, make him come to us.

I'm on it.

TRENT: How much was the smoked squab?

ANDREW: More than
the lobster tartine, Trent.

Which is why I had to raise you
with the Opus.

Uh… Three bottles of Opus.

No matter who loses, someone's
gonna have to answer to Accounting.

-Or Kent himself.
-I haven't met him yet.

Look, the only thing
you need to know about the boss

is that he likes the high life almost
as much as he likes quarterly profits.

ANDREW: And he also likes
his daily Armagnac.

Buying him a bottle every now and then
will help you stay on his good side.

Thanks for the tip.

So, uh, what's up with the hat?

Oh. That's just my humble assault
on the commonplace.

-ANDREW: I like it.
-Kind of weird.

So, um, what happened with Joseph Hayes?

He was head of R&D, right?
He was working on the quantum processor.

I mean, somebody told me he was murdered.

Uh, why do you care?

Oh, when I was in auditor's office,
Hayes' file was on his desk.

Why is the auditor looking into Hayes?

I don't know. He had all your files too.

-Are you serious?
-NEAL: Yeah.

Oh, here comes the bill.

Ah, well, all right.

(HUMS DRAMATIC MUSIC)

-NEAL: What's the damage?
-What is it?

-Ooh, ouch! $2,000.
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)

So hat guy, in or out?

-Oh, I'm in.
-All right.

-Boo-yah!
-ANDREW: Whoa.

Shaking it up.
Oh, I'm not looking. I'm not looking.

You do the honors?

Hey, pick a winner, honey.

Ooh. I guess you win, Trent.

MAN: That's great. Yeah, I owe you.

NEAL: Hope that bonus comes through.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Gotcha.

Jessica.

George, hey. Heh. You surprised me.

Really? You don't like surprises?

(CHUCKLES)

-What are you doing here?
-Working late.

What about you?

What are you doing
in the auditor's office?

You told me the auditor
was looking into us.

I don't like anyone looking into my life,
personally or professionally.

It's a little hypocritical considering
your current position, don't you think?

You said you were working late.
What is it you're working on, George?

I needed to see R&D's field studies
on the new product launch.

Oh, those are on Records on 12.

-Twelve? Got it.
-Mmm.

So, uh, why didn't you call security?
You could've reported me.

I'm here after hours.
I could be up to anything.

Which means
you could probably report me too.

Well… I won't tell if you won't.

(SIGHS)

You're probably asleep right now.

Oh, I know it's too late for coffee,
but this is Ethiopian Sidamo.

And it's not decaf. And it's delicious.

I know I'll be tossing all night,
which would probably drive you crazy

if you were here or I was there.

Yup.

This could've been my life.

Any regrets?

No.

But it's not all that bad.

Coffee's good,
and we should think about silk sheets.

I never saw myself as a robe guy,
but I don't know.

When in Rome.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

NEAL: Room service.

I love you.

Coming.

(CHUCKLES) Look at you.

What, you staying in character
in case I'm one of Kent's minions?

All right. What do you have?

She took the bait.

Hmm. Jessica Breslin.

She's been at the company
for the last 14 months.

When did Novice
put in its bid for the defense contract?

Eighteen months ago.

So it's possible
she's spying for one of their competitors.

She could lead us to whomever
she's working for.

MAN: Room service.

Uh, yeah, come on in.

-Keeping up appearances?
-A man has to eat.

-Your Kobe steak, sir.
-PETER: Ah, thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

Nothing but the best for Peter Lassen,
CPA extraordinaire.

I think you're jealous
that I got the penthouse

and you got the paperwork for once.

It's true. Up is down, black is white.

Well, let's focus on Jessica.

She's been sending out
a lot more mail since Hayes died.

Most of it to a PO box in White Plains.

Company doesn't do
any business in White Plains.

Exactly.

I'll have Jones
get a warrant for that PO box.

You get a chance to check out
Jessica's office, take it.

Sure.

PETER: Huh.
NEAL: What's that?

PETER: Looks like Kent's inviting me
to dinner tomorrow night.

Ooh. Look at that.
Wow, this smells delicious.

-Do you want some?
-No, I'm good.

-You sure?
-Ah. Ate before I came.

-Oh, you had some Kobe as well?
-Yup.

Look at that. Okay.

What is Kobe beef?

Are you ready yet?

I have a process.
I didn't even get to write my sonnet yet.

You have OCD.

Uh, some might call it "highly attentive."

Huh.

Okay. I did a full background check
on Fowler.

There's been no hits on his credit cards,
bank accounts, or passport.

I've showed you mine, you show me yours.

Don't ever say that again.

Understood.

This is all we have on him.

This is just Fowler's resignation
from the Bureau.

Yeah. As of five weeks ago.

OPR booted him,
swept the whole thing under the rug.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, no. Not at all.

You're but a welcome and striking reprieve

from the bureaucratic oppression
in my midst.

(GIGGLES) Isn't he charming?

He has a way with words.

Yes, he does. I wanted to speak to you
for a moment, please.

Peter gave me some forms
regarding Neal's housing arrangements

and I'm not sure that I understand them.

-Oh, sure.
-Please.

Of course you can't understand them.

Bureaucracy has a vested interest
in creating the chaos in which they exist.

-Right here.
-DIANA: Oh, yeah, yeah.

It says that you can set
Neal's curfew if you want.

You can also establish any procedure
you deem appropriate

for preventing a criminal relapse.

Hmm. I think Neal is doing just fine.

-We'll talk later.
-Okay.

-Bye, Mozzie.
-Bye, June.

I gotta get back to my office
in 20 minutes.

I need copies of every statement you have.

Oh, of course. I'll e-mail them to you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JESSICA: Lunch?
ANDREW: Yup.

ANDREW: Do you have five minutes
to look over the Kensington proposal?

JESSICA: Legal needs to see my prep work
on the north-Morrison outlets.

Five minutes is gonna kill you, Jess?

If it's five minutes,
why don't you do it yourself?

I wrote it. I can't check my own work.

Oh, come on. Have an intern do it.

Thanks, appreciate it.

WOMAN: Novice Communications.
How may I direct your call?

-Hey.
-How are you doing today?

Good.

Jessica is putting together
intel on Wesley Kent.

She's digging
into his travel arrangements.

-What does she want with the CEO?
-He could be another target.

Jones got our warrant.

He's gonna get ahold of me
as soon as he gets to White Plains.

We find anything incriminating,
I'm bringing her down.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

-Where are you headed?
-Oh, business lunch.

NEAL: Hey.

All right, let's make this quick.
I need to get back to the office.

Hmm. First week,
and you're already a corporate shill?

My condolences
on your recently departed integrity.

-How did it go with Diana?
-I saw some sheet music in her briefcase.

Maybe she's learning the violin.

It was Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 2 in F
from 1775.

The year the music box was made.

-Need I go on?
-I'm sure you will.

I will. There's no historical record
of what song it's playing.

The only way she would know it's Mozart
is if she's heard it.

Peter trusts Diana and I trust him.

Hmm. Could be something, could be nothing.

I just thought you should know.

Also, you got a tail.

Yeah, I noticed a couple blocks back.

Listen, I'll worry about my shadow.
In the meantime, stay close to Diana.

Why don't I just go have coffee
with Hughes while I'm at it?

You're a hero, Mozz.

Jessica.

-Who do you work for? You work with Kent?
-No, no, I'm with the FBI.

I was sent in to find out
if you murdered Joseph Hayes.

-I didn't murder Joseph.
-Then who did?

That's what I wanna find out.

Your handgun was registered
to Joseph Hayes.

You wanna explain that?

-Joseph and I were close.
-You were seeing each other?

Yes, but we couldn't tell anyone.

What do you know
about the project he was working on?

-The microprocessor?
-Mmm-hmm.

He said he was close
to a functioning prototype.

Kent claimed the prototype
was already working.

He lied.

Let's focus on you for a second.

Why did you break
into Hayes' e-mail account?

Rummage through his desktop?

The day before he was murdered,
Joseph was acting… different.

He said someone was following him.

He said not to tell anyone
anything about what I knew,

then gave me the gun.

And you started playing detective?

Kent murdered someone
I care about very much,

and I would do anything
to make sure he pays.

Look, he's been taking trips, okay?

By himself, under the guise of business.

Eastern Europe, China, no one knows why.

You were trying to find out?

I was trying to get into Kent's office.

I've been seeing garbage bins
coming out of there.

He's been destroying documents

shredding them
and then putting them in burn bags.

What would it take to get in there?

All right, let's start with the good news.

Tech lab has a remote scanner

that they can attach
to the head of Kent's shredder.

Makes a copy before
it shreds anything, nice.

-Something wrong with your coffee?
-No, it's fine.

-You've been spoiled.
-It's fine.

All right, the bad news
is getting the scanner in place.

Kent's office is tough.
Not even building security has clearance.

The only people allowed inside
are Kent and his assistant.

Which is also the good news

because at lunchtime,
no one will be on the entire floor.

These are the key cards

that give them access
to top floor of the building.

We can't duplicate them.

Kent also has
a voice-activated security system

that unlocks the door to his office.

It opens and responds to his voice only.

Well, do we know what the password is?

Thanks to your friend Jessica, we do.

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

BOTH: "Every man is the artisan
of his own fortune."

Now, I have Jones looking through
on-air interviews with Kent

seeing if he can string together
some audio clip.

Yeah, well, I doubt he speaks
a dead language when he does press.

Can we get Kent to say it into a recorder?

Well, I've got an idea.

Your dinner with Kent.
All right, I like it.

(RECORDER BEEPS)

-KENT: Mmm.
-Mr. Kent, good to see you.

I told you to call me Wesley.

Yes, you did.

(CHUCKLES)

-Drink?
-Uh…

Oh, Peter, please,
I insist you treat yourself.

You're not on the job now, are you?

Uh…

-Scotch and soda.
-There we go.

-I appreciate the invite.
-Well, it's the least I can do.

Believe me, I wish I could do more.

Oh, I'm… I'm fine, really.

How would you like to come work for me?

A member of my finance committee
is stepping down in a couple of months.

It's a very lucrative position.

I'm in the middle of auditing your company
and you're offering me work?

Well, I've seen your credentials.

Peter Lassen looks damn good on paper,

but he would look even better
in my offices.

I've already got a job.

No.

No, working for Novice is more than a job.

It's an achievement. It's a new beginning.

Hence the name of your corporation.

Ah. You know your Latin.

I understand the etymology of "novice."

It's synonymous with the newly arrived,

unique and original.

I also know a few other words.

(SPEAKING IN LATIN)

"Give me the facts
and I will give you the law."

-You want the facts?
-I want incentive, details.

Okay.

What I'm working on right now

is gonna set up the company
and everyone in it for life.

-Look, I'm a self-made guy.
-So am I.

And I believe that every man makes
his own fortune with a good decision.

The politician, Caecus,
he had a saying for that, didn't he?

Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

"Every man is an artisan
to his own fortune."

Amen.

-He offered you a job?
-I got what we needed.

Yeah, but Peter,
think of all the tiny cups you could own.

Kent's meeting his R&D team today at 1:00.

You think you can snatch
one of those key cards?

Yeah, won't be a problem.

-How's Jessica holding up?
-She put her game face on.

Time for you to do the same.

…just grab the comic-book novel?

I did, I told him I would put it
on the desk for next Tuesday.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(CHIMES)

KENT: (ON RECORDING)
Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

-(DOOR BEEPS)
-(LOCK CLICKS)

So how did you even get in there?

KENT: (ON RECORDING)
Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

There's some pretty fun toys around here.

So have they found anything yet?

Well, agents are going through
the latest scans now.

We're gonna find something.

You know, even if you arrest him,
it won't change what happened.

I understand.

I don't think you do.

Do you know how Joseph died?
How he was poisoned?

This chemical,

it drops the heart rate,
spikes the blood pressure.

You can't see.

And a few minutes later, you can't feel.
You're dead.

-You can't think about that.
-It's all I can think about.

If someone took away the person you loved

wouldn't you want them
to know how it feels?

NEAL: Be right back.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We just pulled this
from the shredder in Kent's office.

This is Hayes' prototype.

Yeah, and it never worked.

Kent tried to make it look like espionage
and he had the damn thing the whole time.

This is the cover-up.

Neal, I think I know why Hayes was killed.

Found another document in the shredder.

It's addressed
to an unnamed foreign intelligence agency

to arrange a meeting
in the next month and a half.

The trips he has been taking.

Kent knew he wouldn't
win the defense contract

from our country in time.

So he decided to sell his device
to another government.

It's treason for profit.

Hayes didn't want any part of that.
That's why Kent killed him.

And corporate espionage
is the perfect cover.

Made it look like a competitor
stole the working product.

Company saves face.

If a foreign government
turns up with it later…

Kent is in the clear
and Hayes stays silent.

How do we prove it
when Kent hasn't committed treason yet?

He has committed murder.

The CEO is concerned

about anyone finding out
what he's really up to.

Maybe Hayes talked to someone
before he died.

You want to use Jessica as bait?

I'm meeting Kent in the afternoon.

Maybe I can hint to him
that she knows something.

He'll come after her.

And when he does, we take him down.

-Think she's up to it?
-She's certainly driven.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

I'm not sure
if she wants revenge or justice.

I can't blame her either way.

You have empathy for that woman.

What if I do?

There's a right way to do things
and a wrong way.

Revenge is the wrong way.
It's short-sighted and it's dangerous.

What's justice then?

It's restoring order,
not furthering chaos.

You kept that recording data from me.

Hope you don't have any more secrets.

Likewise. You talk to Diana lately?

-Not today.
-You trust her?

As much as you trust your friend.
Is there a problem?

What happens if we do find Fowler?
What comes next?

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Together.

Now let's prep the team
for what we have today.

NEAL: Hey, it's time.

You know the drill?

We meet as planned
and then we go to the safe house.

Right, there's no reason to be nervous.

I'm not. See you outside.

An advance copy of my report.

Your company has nothing to worry about.

Well, this is cause for celebration.

(CHUCKLES)

There is one other thing
about one of your staff members.

Jessica Breslin was involved
with one of your former employees

in Research and Development.

-Joseph Hayes.
-How do you know this?

Cross referenced expense reports
between your workers

to see if any were in a league
to bilk funds.

Apparently, the two of them
shared a hotel room a few weeks in a row.

When I confronted Miss Breslin about it,
she asked me not to say anything.

I thought you might want to deal
with her appropriately.

Well, I will take care of Ms. Breslin.

Now, more importantly,
have you thought any more about my offer?

(SIGHS)

I hate to sound like a broken record,
but I've already got a job.

Ah. Okay, well, if you change your mind…

-I appreciate that, Wesley.
-All right.

-You on the job?
-It is after 6:00.

I won't tell anyone.

Mmm.

Hey, doing okay?

An agent will be here any second.

She's gonna need your phone
and all forms of ID

-for the protection detail.
-Sure.

Pretty calm for somebody
who is about to go into hiding.

(CHUCKLES) I thought
I was supposed to be relieved.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-Are you sitting down?

-What is it, Mozz?
-Sitting or standing?

I'm standing.

Then you better hold on to something.

I did some additional checking.
Peter knows Dianahas the box.

What?

I… I didn't want to say anything
untilI was sure.

But the trail for the box
just goes cold with him, Neal.

There can't be any other explanation.

Neal?

I'll call you back.

KENT: (ON RECORDING)
Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

Why do you have this?

Um, I… I found it on your desk…

You were in Kent's office.
What did you do, Jessica?

I want him to know how it feels to die
the way Joseph died.

Poisoned him? How?

His daily vice, the Armagnac.

Peter is in there with him.

-(EXHALES)
-What is this?

(PANTING)

There's a powder on this.

(BOTH PANTING)

I gotta get to the phone and call 911.

Hey, I need to get to the top floor.

Nobody gets to the top floor.

-This is an emergency, sir.
-What's the emergency?

Please.

I've got to check with Mr. Kent
and then my supervisor.

Yes, good, yes, check with Kent.

Hey!

GUARD 1: Stop.

NEAL: Call 911.

Get back here. I will call the police.

NEAL: Good, call the paramedics.

You need to exit the elevator now, sir.

Will you send me up to Kent's floor?

-GUARD: Hell, no.
-Then I can't.

This is Alpha Two in the lobby.
Where's my backup?

GUARD 2: (OVER RADIO) On the way, sir.

-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
-(BEEPS)

(BOTH PANTING)

(ECHOING) How much time do we have?

Is there an antidote?

I don't… I don't know.

How much time did Hayes have?

-I don't know.
-Come on, Kent, think.

This is the same poison that you gave him.

You met with him,
you gave him something to drink,

and then he died.
Now, how much time passed?

Who… are you?

How much time, Kent? How much time, Kent?

I… I don't…

I don't know, 15?

-Fifteen, 20…
-What?

I don't…

Fifteen minutes.

(BOTH PANTING)

NEAL: Peter!

Peter.

(STRAINING) Come on.

It's gonna be okay.
Stay with me, all right?

-Hang in there.
-Kent.

No. No, Peter, don't have time.

-You can't leave him.
-Come on.

-You are dying, Peter!
-Neal. Neal.

We don't leave anybody behind.

EMT 1: Heart stopped.
I need the epinephrine.

EMT 2: No, nothing on the pulse.
EMT 1: I'm loading.

EMT 1: Clear.

(RADIO CHATTER)

What, what… What are you doing?

You confessed to a federal agent.

You're under arrest for the murder
of Joseph Hayes.

You can't be serious.

"You give me the facts,
I'll give you the law."

Thanks, Di.

I'm not the only one
who makes dumb decisions.

Saving Kent?

You taking this
innocent-till-proven-guilty thing

-a little too far.
-If he lives or dies, it's not my call.

-Whose is it?
-You do what's right.

Let the pieces fall where they fall.

"Do what's right."

She said she didn't mean to hurt Peter.

She had no idea
he'd be having a drink with Kent.

NEAL: What happens to her now?

Gotta charge her with attempted murder.

She can't just walk away from this.

(SIREN CHIRPING)

Looking good.

Feeling even better.

I got a clean bill of health this morning.

You know, there's a coffee shop
a couple blocks away.

I hear they make a pretty nice espresso.

This tastes just fine to me.

Oh, come on,
you can't tell me you don't miss it.

The imported beans,
the giant office and swanky suite.

All right,
I'm gonna humor you for a second.

What if I went corporate
right after college?

Best-case scenario,
I became a millionaire.

Sounds like a pretty good scenario.

Mmm. One with a flip side.

What if I never joined the FBI?

-Would have made my life easier.
-Yeah, mine too.

But what if 12 years ago

I was never assigned
to an art-gallery scam downtown?

What if…

I never met this assistant manager?

No, there are more important things
in life than a nice view.

Like having people in your life
you care about.

I don't want to imagine the man
I'd be without those people.

I like the man I am.

"Do what's right."

Yeah. Heh.

You lied to me about the music box.

I know you still have it.

How did you find…

Mozzie found the sheet music.
It wasn't hard from there.

You want to talk about it?

-If you're ready to listen.
-I wanna see it.

I didn't tell you everything
for your own protection.

I don't know what you're gonna do,
and neither do you.

I know my options.

(SIGHS)

Revenge or justice, right?

Neal, as long as I'm involved,
it's going to be the latter.

What if justice isn't good enough?

It has to be.

It will be.

What did you find?

(SIGHS)

There's a piece of the box
that's still missing, right here.

At first, I thought it was
one of the cherubs that had broken off.

But if you look more closely,
it hasn't broken off.

It's a keyhole.
The missing piece is a key.

Which you have.

(SIGHS)

No more secrets, Peter.

No more secrets.

(GEARS CLICKING)