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PETER: Previously on White Collar…

MOZZIE: I deciphered the phone number
that Kate dialed from the plane.

Whatever this thing's hiding,
it's not music.

PETER: I think it's a keyhole.

Any idea of what kind of code it is?

MOZZIE: I have something
very intriguing for you.

NEAL: Fowler bought the explosives
that blew up Kate's plane.

-Two-parter.
-Two-part code.

I don't know if he's interested
in the music box.

I think he just wants to find Fowler.

-Whatever you think…
-Tell my why you killed Kate

FOWLER: I don't know who the guy
is pulling the strings,

but I'd finally gotten a meeting
with the intermediary.

Julian Larssen.
We trained together in Special Forces.

(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)

(SIREN WAILING)

(EKG MACHINE BEEPING)

(DOCTORS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(EKG BEEPING, THEN FLATLINING)

(EKG BEEPS ONCE)

(RESPIRATOR WHIRRING)

Neal, we need to go.

(MACHINES BEEPING)

He's in a medically-induced coma.

There's nothing you can do for him here.

But there's something
you can do out there.

Come on.

Our suspect. His name is Julian Larssen.

-This is who shot Moz?
-We think so.

And according to Fowler,

he's the right hand
behind whoever's manipulating you,

Kate, the music box, everything.

-Where is he now?
-He's gone to ground.

If he's smart, he'll leave town,

and we need to make sure
that doesn't happen.

How did you stay ahead of me
when I was after you?

And don't say good looks and charm.

Aliases. I had several.

I kept burning them.

And I kept making new ones.

This passport, I recognize the work.

It's a forger out of Belgium.

Larssen doesn't forge his own IDs?

It's not easy. You need specialized
equipment, ink, paper.

If we burn all of his aliases,
he'll have to have new papers

made by someone here in the city.

Exactly. I'll work up a list
of all of Larssen's aliases

and start shutting them down.

Put him on every watch list
until he has no way out of New York.

All right,
I'll talk to the forger community

to make sure he can't buy another one.

Wait.

What if we let him buy one?
One that we pick.

Julian Larssen
worked intelligence in Special Forces.

You served with him.

We need to find any aliases
he might be operating under.

Jones, put him in holding
until I finish with this guy.

Larssen's a regular at your bar.
What name does he use there?

-Uh, I can't remember.
-And keep in mind

that I know
about your expired liquor license.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-What?

Forget it, Caffrey.
The only thing you ever bring is trouble.

This isn't about me.

Diana, how's it going?

DIANA: We burned Larssen's
Kyle Albertson alias.

Good. I've got another name
to add to the list.

-Brian Blitek.
-On it.

(INAUDIBLE)

All right. I think that's everyone.

Thank you all for coming.

What's this about, Caffrey?

The man in this photo
is going to come to you

looking for a new identity.

When he does, I want you to make him
the best ID that you can.

What's the angle?

I'm gonna tell you what name to give him:
Justin Springer.

Come on, Caffrey. It's bad for business.

It's not for me. It's for Mozzie.

-Is this the guy who…
-Yeah.

You want a New York ID or out-of-state?

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Don't pull it out, bud. Don't pull it out.

Hey.

They did it.

They finally got me.

(CHUCKLES)

What happened?

Bullet missed your heart
by two millimeters.

That's because I don't have a heart.

(LAUGHS) Look at the bright side.

You're not dead.

No. It's worse.

I'm in the system.

Not exactly.

MOZZIE: "Ivan Bliminse"?

-Invisible Man?
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That's apropos.

Look, I hate to ask you this, Moz.

But I need to ID your shooter.

Can you…

-I can't.
-Okay.

We can do it later.

I can't remember.

It's okay.

We're gonna find him.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

PETER: Diana's taken out
the last of Larssen's aliases.

-How's your end?
-Mozzie's awake.

That's great. How's he doing?

He quoted Nietzsche to a nurse.
He's gonna be okay.

Good. Neal, can he ID Larssen?

No. No, he doesn't remember.

All right. Well, we've hit Larssen hard.

It's his move.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

-Ah. Coming after me now?
-I'm not after you.

Tell me why you shot my friend.

(GRUNTING)

Your FBI friends are making it
very hard for me to leave the city.

I'd like you to change that.

You want me to help you?

I wanna make a deal.

There's nothing you can offer me.

(GRUNTS)

I was hired to kill your friend.

What if I deliver you
the man behind the curtain?

Not even that.

Well, I guess you'll never know
who ordered the shooting

or who killed Kate.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Larssen made you an offer
to get him out of town?

Yeah.

He's more desperate than I thought.

He shot your best friend.
What could he possibly offer you?

Well, Larssen shot Mozzie on orders.

He's offering me
the man who gave the order.

Wait. Is this the same man
who's responsible for Kate's death?

Yeah.

You make that deal,
a killer walks free, Neal.

You can find your revenge
in the justice. It's there.

-I know.
-You're not listening to me.

You are listening to me.

That's why I'm here.

This time, we do it your way.

-No. No.
-Come on, Peter.

No, no. The FBI is not gonna pay
for your combat training.

Think about what I could do for you guys
if I knew how to fight.

Oh, no, I'd rather not.
New York is safer if Neal Caffrey

is lacking in at least one skillset.

Yeah, what about self-preservation?

Well, you've done pretty well
with the whole running away thing.

It suits you. Get a dog.

-Can I borrow Satchmo?
-No, you can't borrow Satchmo.

Did you take my mug?

I think everyone knows
not to touch your mug.

Elizabeth gave it to me. I need my coffee.

Boss, guess who just booked a flight
to Samoa a week from Tuesday.

Justin Springer, one-way ticket.
Gotcha, Larssen.

Your forgers did well.

-NEAL: They did.
-Where is he now?

Tracked him to an apartment in Queens.

-Search warrant?
-Judge is putting it through now.

Excellent. We'll get coffee on the way.

PETER: FBI!

DIANA: FBI. Put your hands in the air.

You could've knocked.

Julian Larssen, you're under arrest
for murder and attempted murder.

Get him out of here.

-(HANDCUFFS CLICK)
-So, what now?

We tear this place apart.

I want to find evidence
directly linking Larssen to the shootings.

Gonna nail this son of a bitch.

(INAUDIBLE)

Jones, check that plant.

Bet Ballistics finds a match.

NEAL: It's nice
to see you recovering, bud.

Doctor says you'll be out of
the wheelchair in the next couple days…

-It builds something.
-What does?

The code inside the music box.

It's an equation that builds something.

We don't need
to talk about this right now.

I was shot for that code.

Now that Larssen took my notebook,
they have the equation, too.

I'll be damned
if they're gonna build it before I do.

-You need to rest.
-I'll rest when this is done.

When this is finished, I'm retired.

Okay. You know,
deathbed epiphanies aren't your style.

If this is about
not being able to remember…

It has nothing to do with that.

I betrayed everything I believe in.

What are you talking about?

I narced.

I was the one who told the suit
you were going after Fowler.

I was serious.

The reason the bullet missed my heart
is because I don't have one.

You told Peter?

-I'm a Judas, a turncoat, a quisling…
-Thank you.

If you hadn't, Moz,
I might have killed Fowler.

And Fowler didn't kill Kate.

He didn't?

Then who did?

The guy Larssen was working for, I think.

So, what does this coded equation build?

I have no idea…

yet.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

-How long have they been in there?
-A long time.

Something's not right.

You offered Caffrey a deal.
He doesn't make deals around here. I do.

Now, you're a gun for hire.
A bullet aimed at a target.

I want to know the man
who's pulling the trigger.

I don't know what you're talking about.

-I'm innocent.
-Mmm-hmm.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Burke, a moment?

Did we get the ballistics?

The inside of the barrel was filed down.
We couldn't make a match.

He's hiding his trail. What about prints?

The outside of the gun was wiped down.

Agent Roe.
What's Department of Justice doing here?

Forensics found a single print
inside the weapon.

It was yours, Agent Burke.

That's impossible.

The print was found inside the slide.

The only way it could've gotten there
was if you assembled the gun.

This is absurd.

Agent Burke, you're hereby on leave
until this investigation is completed.

Peter, your gun and your badge.

What about Larssen?

We can't hold him.

Uncuff him.

Hughes, you can't let him
walk out of here.

Stay out of it, Caffrey. Uncuff him.

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

I'll send you the bill for my door.

Agent Burke,
you have to leave the building as well.

-Boss?
-What happened?

Larssen destroyed me.

I knew that's where they'd go.

No, we have to give them
everything they ask for.

What do you got there?

Oh, Mozzie's care package,
per his specific request.

We've got gluten-free brownies
and bendy straws.

He's definitely feeling better.

Straws, though?

(SIGHS)

-We'll get through this.
-I know.

That was Diana.

Department of Justice
has pulled all my files.

That was fast.

Evidence tampering?
It doesn't get any worse than that.

Every case I've closed
will be brought into question.

Maybe I'll get my anklet off
sooner than I thought.

You might.

How the hell did Larssen plant my print?

He could've used
a photo-edged metal master of the print

and used it to cast a latex positive.

Okay, let me rephrase that question.

Where the hell
did Larssen get my fingerprints?

He didn't get it
out of your personnel file.

The print on the gun
has detail outside the print on file.

Did he get it from a doorknob?

Nah, too many people touch it.

He'd need a clean print,
preferably off a hard surface.

What?

My mug. It disappeared.

You think Larssen's brazen enough
to walk into the FBI?

If he was, we've got him on camera.

I think I got something.

This is the elevator lobby
from two nights ago.

Is that Caffrey?

No, wait a second.

He doesn't walk like Caffrey.

You don't think that's Larssen, do you?

Try Camera B.

Is he going to Peter's office?

Zoom in. There.

-That's the mug.
-Hold on, hold on.

Go back ten seconds on B.

(TAPE REWINDING)

DIANA: I can't get
a clear shot of his face.

He's playing the camera
angles with the hat.

Yeah, but look behind him.
Look at the glow on Peter's desk.

Desktop monitor.

That wasn't on before he entered.

He was on Peter's computer.

Hey. Look, I know you and Peter
have been up to something,

and I've been patient.

I just need to know
what the hell is going on.

Peter should be the one to tell you.

Catch yourself cheating yet?

I tried. My opponent's
always one step ahead of me.

Imagine that. Look familiar?

That's Larssen.
How'd he get past security?

He used a maintenance pass.

The guys at the booth are used to seeing

a guy wearing a hat
walking into my office.

He got onto my computer when he was there.

What did he do?

Well, he erased
all history of being there.

Fortunately, I keep a secret
key logger on my computer.

I have never appreciated
your distrust of me more.

Larssen logged in
and erased something from his own file.

There's a copy of his most recent file.

And there's a copy of a few days ago.

He erased the name Frederick Bilal.

He's a Nigerian prince.

Thought those only existed in spam e-mail.

Bilal likes to race horses
internationally.

He owns a number of shipping companies.

And he handles a lot of import and export
out of New York Harbor.

Where can we find His Royal Highness?

He spends his days
at the Rogers Yacht Club.

Rogers is pretty tough to get into.

-Yeah, and I can't flash my badge anymore.
-You don't need one.

I'll go in
as an upper-crust spoiled elite,

I'll make a scene. Then you come in.
And you're pissed at me…

The only options aren't
the law or the con, Neal.

Hey, it's Peter. I'm calling in a favor.

NEAL: Hope you got a plan, Peter.

I do. I do.

-Hello.
-Hi.

MAN: Sorry, sir. Members only.

They're with me.
Sara Ellis, Sterling Bosch Insurance.

-Hi, Sara.
-Hi, Peter.

Neal, it's been a while.

Nice to see you fully clothed.
Love the hat.

NEAL: So, you're a member?

My company insures a number of yachts.

-Thanks for the assist.
-I owe you one.

That's our guy. Prince Bilal.

Prince, huh?

I've been a prince.

-When was that?
-Yeah, when was that?

-You want me to talk to him?
-Why you?

Because of your situation.

-What's wrong?
-You make it sound like I'm dying.

Things are complicated at the FBI.

But I don't need a badge
to do good detective work.

-All right. What's your in?
-He likes horses.

Keep an eye on his boat.

It's like Superman without his powers.

-How you doing?
-BARTENDER: Good.

Turn on the horse races, will you?

-Channel 12.
-Yes, sir.

What?

Puddle of Money
cost me 100 grand last time he ran.

Well, that's what you get
for betting the chalk.

Puddle will always feel the fire
on the home turn.

-A racing enthusiast.
-Yeah.

Thank God.
Everyone here just wants to talk sailing.

(CHUCKLES)

Clark Kent seems to be doing
pretty well for himself.

What now, Boy Wonder?

You're mixing your superheroes.

God. And you're working guard duty.

"Keep an eye on something"
is code between me and Peter. Okay?

It means do some digging,
see what I can find.

Does Peter know that's what it means?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

So your company ships around the world?

-We do.
-Mmm.

Give me some advice.

I have a couple horses
I want to race internationally,

but the mandatory quarantine period
is killing my profits.

Any way around that?

What you're suggesting is illegal.

So is giving you an inside track
on whether one of my jockeys

is gonna be dragging the reins
in an upcoming race.

-I'll check the logbook tonight.
-I appreciate that.

(CHUCKLES)

Mmm. Okay, here we go. Here we go.

-(CHUCKLES)
-PETER: Mmm-hmm!

ANNOUNCER: And they're off!

-Come on.
-Come on. Come on.

-Is that the captain of Bilal's yacht?
-Yeah. What are you thinking?

Who's the owner of this club?

-Frank Wellington.
-Does he come out here often?

Rarely. I take it that's who you'll be.

Only if you'll be my Mrs. Wellington.

All right.

Your wallet, please.
Marriage is based on trust.

Ah. Trust that I have my baton,

and I really do
love to hit people with it.

Thanks.

NEAL: Fifty bucks if you pop by

and give this to that lady
in the blue dress right there.

Say, "I found your…"

You gave him my wallet?

He'll give it back. Probably.
Follow my lead.

-This is the yacht?
-It is.

-Isn't it perfect?
-Yes.

-Excuse me. Are you the captain?
-I am.

I'm afraid we're unavailable
for charter until early November.

Oh, no. My lovely wife, she's dead set
on this boat. Can we get a tour?

Excuse me.
Mrs. Wellington, you dropped this.

Oh. Thank you so much.

She does have her moments.
Give him $50, won't you, sweetheart?

-As a thank-you.
-Of course. Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

You're Mr. Wellington?

You caught me. Call me Frank.

I've met Frank Wellington.

Well, I'm sure you have. I'm his son.

Just call him Junior. Everybody does.

Honey, what should we do now?

Maybe I can convince someone
to give us their reservation.

Who's taking her out next?

I'm sure I know one or two of the names
in your logbook.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

You know, I would love to just ask you
a couple questions over here.

-May I?
-First of all,

how much do you think it would cost…
I know this is silly.

But to paint the whole thing pink?

CAPTAIN: Wow, um, you know, I'm not sure.

Let me check on that
and I'll get back to you.

SARA: Wonderful. Thank you so much.

-He bit on the horse races?
-He did.

Peter Burke, cowboy.
Why does that make so much sense?

I grew up in upstate. Lots of horses.
You pick up a thing or two.

Sara, thanks for your help.

-Yeah. Thanks for the shotgun marriage.
-Anytime.

-You want the good news?
-Sure.

According to the log,
every time Larssen came to New York

someone named Brian Blitek
rented his yacht.

That's one of Larssen's aliases.

Larssen comes to town,
smuggles something, then leaves.

Something important enough
to break into the FBI to hide.

-What's the next step?
-(SIGHS)

Normally I'd get a search warrant
on the docks,

do a wiretap and surveillance
on Larssen and Bilal

and catch them red-handed
smuggling whatever it is they smuggle.

What if we get someone else to arrest him?

What do you mean?

We can do all you mentioned.
We'll just do it my way.

-A con?
-Nothing illegal. But if we…

-All right.
-Just hear me out.

I saw what you did there.

If it means bringing Larssen down, I'm in.

-Nothing illegal?
-Nope.

How do we do it?

First you'll need to form a crew.

Burke's crew.

Welcome to the other side.

Thanks, Peter.

Oh, I'm fine.

You're gonna need it.

Thanks for coming, Jones.

Of course. I don't know why you kept me
out of the loop in the first place.

To protect you.

To protect me?

From who?

Julian Larssen's
hurt a lot of people in my life.

Now Peter could lose his job

and every case he's solved
could be in jeopardy.

Why didn't Peter just tell me?

-He's not a complainer.
-Okay. What is this about?

A music box.

Open it up, it plays a little tune,
ballerina goes around on top.

Something like that.

This one's a little more special.

It damn well better be.

It belonged to Catherine the Great.

-But I thought you stole it.
-So did a lot of people.

-It's worth a lot of money, isn't it?
-Yeah.

But more importantly, it contains a code.

-A code to what?
-We don't know yet.

-Mozzie's working on it.
-Mozzie?

We need to figure it out before they do.

Who's they?

Larssen's working for someone.

Someone very powerful and very connected.

(SIGHS)

Clinton, what I'm asking you to do
isn't sanctioned by the Bureau,

and it's very dangerous.

You can walk away right now,
no questions asked.

I'm on your team, Peter.
I'll back your play.

Anything to get out of that van.

So you need me to help you
take down Larssen?

You don't have to go anywhere near this.

Our FBI access has been cut off.
We need some equipment.

Oh, so it's just my equipment
you need to take down a murderer

and save Peter's career?

Yeah. And… I'll owe you one.

My equipment goes where I go.

Does that mean you're in?

Now, what kind of wife
doesn't support her husband?

I'm in, Junior.

Retired. Out of the business.

Mozzie, I am not here to recruit you.

I am just here
to give you your care package.

Oh, excellent.

You know, they do wash the glasses here.

Oh, yeah. Next you'll tell me
that Paul McCartney

wasn't replaced by a look-alike in 1966.

How do they plan on catching Larssen?

Oh, they'll figure it out.

Honey, you need your rest.

And hey, you, uh,
you might actually like retirement.

What?

Why are you helping us?

I like having Neal Caffrey owe me one.

You're fun to work with.

And I like getting inside your head.

(CLEARS THROAT)

So I'm research?

Something like that.

From Larssen's interrogation,
there are 99 words that we can use.

If you stick to these,

the computer converts them
to Larssen's voice.

Not over the phone.

Too dangerous.

COMPUTER: (IN LARSSEN'S VOICE)
Not over the phone. Too dangerous.

Oh.

Watch your sibilance.

Easy on the S's.

Okay.

Too dangerous.

COMPUTER: Too dangerous.

Much better.

(LAUGHING)

I owe you one.

Okay.

Do you want to prank call Peter?

-Absolutely.
-Okay. (LAUGHS)

Right now. Let's do it.

The little guy's not coming?

I sent my best operative to get him.

I know you're all surprised to see me.

Not one of you is surprised to see me?

(CHUCKLES) Amateur. Mmm.

-Nicely played, Mrs. Suit.
-Good luck with your little con.

It's not a con.

Well, technically it is a con.

-It's a sting.
-Yeah, but a sting's another word f…

Okay, let's start the sting.

Let me start by saying

we have limited resources
and no other backup.

The six of us are all we have.

The Burke Six. I like it.

I appreciate you guys being here.

All right, here's the deal.

Larssen is using our Prince Bilal
as a smuggler.

We are gonna spook Bilal
into contacting Larssen.

And Larssen's going to tell Bilal
to make the delivery to us.

How is that?

Oh, I'm glad you asked.

Every day, Bilal takes a regular route
from his apartment to the yacht club.

Diana, you're gonna flash your badge

and scare him into making
a call to Larssen.

-I can scare him.
-I know.

You're gonna do it
in front of this phone booth.

Jones, you'll install a transmitter

which will reroute
any callthat he makes to us.

JONES: Yeah, but nobody
uses payphones in New York anymore.

Agreed. Mozzie, do you still
have your cell phone scrambler?

Russian surplus with a two-block radius.

But it's cumbersome.

Plus, it needs to be hidden in something
that's motorized with a power source.

(WHEELCHAIR MOTOR WHIRS)

That's where I come in.

-PETER: Very good, Ironside.
-Thank you.

We knock out his cell,
force him to call on our payphone.

But he's gonna know
it's not Larssen on the other end.

That's where Sara comes in.

We're using her voice modulation software.

Oh, that stuff never works.

Well, the software
that's legal in the US doesn't.

Oh, a lady who colors outside the lines.

Once we catch Bilal smuggling red-handed,
we flip him on Larssen.

Wait, wait, wait.
A true con gets you everything you want.

Suit, once this is all finished,
we may have Larssen,

but you're still framed
for planting the gun.

One con at a time.

Sara, you ready to go?

Yeah. Neal, remember.

-Only the words on the board.
-All right.

I have eyes on Bilal. Right on time.

Okay. Get out of there.

I'm out.

Diana, Mozzie, you're up.

Frederick Bilal? Diana Berrigan, FBI.

I'm interested in your yacht.

I don't think you can afford it.

Then how about I confiscate it instead?

All right, Mozzie. Now.

Weigh both options.
That's the only thing…

(COINS JINGLING)

MOZZIE: Houston, we have a problem.

-His call is redirecting here.
-(PHONE RINGING)

-You need to talk him off the phone.
-All right.

Hello?

I must've dialed the wrong number.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-Your turn. Lose him.

Hey, man.

I think he's expecting a woman.

We have reason to believe
your docking logs aren't quite in order.

And you'll have to
take that up with my lawyer.

I was thinking about
taking it up with Brian Blitek.

Or should I say Julian Larssen?

-Come on.
-SARA: Hand me that. I'll dump him.

No, you're not. Hello?

Angela, is that you, sweetie?

Honey, I can hardly hear you.
Can you call me back later?

We can't leave our
conversation the way we did.

Okay. Honey,
this is what I want you to do.

I want you to go
and I want you to buy me some flowers.

You know the ones I love.

When you walk through the door,
I want you to kiss me.

Then you're gonna sweep me off my feet.

Then you're gonna make love to me.
Can you do that?

Uh, yeah, I can.

Good. I'm gonna pretend this conversation
never happened and so are you.

-Now get off the phone and go.
-Uh…

(SIGHS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Now it's the Burke Seven.

I told you, you have no proof.

For now, but we'll find some soon.
Have a nice day.

(COINS JINGLING)

-(CLICKS PHONE ON)
-(LINE BEEPING)

Spare some change?

Come on. Look around.

Oh, you're a true Samaritan, sir.

Told you. New Yorkers
don't carry change anymore.

All right, Neal.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-You're up. Watch your S's.

-What?
-COMPUTER: (IN LARSSEN'S VOICE) What?

Julian, we must talk.

-Why?
-COMPUTER: Why?

The FBI just paid me a visit.
They're looking into your shipment.

-Not over the phone.
-COMPUTER: Not over the phone.

-Too dangerous.
-COMPUTER: Too dangerous.

No, I'm going to get rid of it.

-No.
-COMPUTER: No.

-I will pay you…
-COMPUTER: I will pay you…

(MOUTHING)

-Bubble.
-COMPUTER: Bubble.

-Double?
-Yes.

COMPUTER: Yes.
BILAL: We're going to need

a new rendezvous for the exchange.

-4268 Fifth Avenue. Now.
-COMPUTER: 4268 Fifth Avenue.

COMPUTER: Now.

(COINS JINGLE)

Let's hope that worked.

BILAL: Larssen?
NEAL: Not quite.

-Guess you were expecting someone else.
-Shoot this man…

Hey, again.

Over there.

Go.

Told you you shouldn't bet the chalk.

Let's see
what's so important to Larssen's boss.

(BOX SQUEAKS)

DIANA: Cuff yourselves together
on the banister.

PETER: Dinnerware?

It's china, from the '30s or '40s.

This looks like the contents
of someone's house.

What's so valuable about this stuff?

I don't know. I never look in the crates.

Definitely the '40s.

FBI won't leave me alone.

They're looking for your crate
and they're closing in.

And where is the crate now?

I got it to a safe house
before they could find it.

I'm giving you half an hour to move it

or I'm delivering it
to the FBImyself and cutting a deal.

Calm down. Don't do anything stupid.

This Agent Burke won't leave me alone.

Peter Burke?

Are you sure?

Yes. Positive.

Okay. You text me the address.
I'll meet you there immediately.

I know how to solve this.

-(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
-He's meeting me there.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Sara, you're up.

Excuse me.

I need to speak with the DOJ agent
in charge of the Burke case.

Ah, that'd be, uh, Agent Roe.

-JONES: Agent Roe?
-Hi. Sara Ellis.

I'm an insurance investigator
with Sterling Bosch.

What can I do for you, Miss Ellis?

Well, I just got a call from my client

and he's being harassed
by Agent Peter Burke.

-I'd like to file a complaint.
-Burke?

-You're sure about this?
-Burke's there right now

if you'd like to go see for yourself.

Yeah, let's go.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

Still think this is a witch-hunt?

-I guess we'll find out.
-Yeah.

What the hell's going on here?

Peter needs our help.

BILAL: What are you doing?

Latex fingerprints for Agent Peter Burke.

BILAL: They find Burke's prints
all over the guns.

That's right.
He planted evidence against me…

-again.
-(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

Hands in the air.

I said in the air. Now.

-What's that on his hands?
-Jones, check his hands.

Latex fingerprints.

I'll bet they match Burke's.

Let's get the fingerprints into evidence.

NEAL: Can we get a little farther away?

My nose isn't bleeding yet.

-Close enough.
-How's it going?

We're about to find out.

There it is.

Now, there's a sight.

(GRUNTS)

No. No, no, no.

He's got Roe's gun.

-All right, where's the car?
-Two blocks in the wrong direction.

Officer, I need to borrow your horse.

FBI, we're in pursuit of a fugitive.

Okay.

DIANA: Go get him, boss.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Would you look at that?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

It's all right. It's all right.

MAN: Way to go, buddy.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

DIANA: (LAUGHS) You got him.

Nice riding, Butch.

Thanks, Sundance.

Thanks.

Larssen's got a hard face.

-Oh, it felt good though, didn't it?
-Oh, yes, it did.

Before you get your badge back,

there is a seven-man con
that I've been meaning…

No. The Burke Seven is hereby disbanded.

We made a good team.

Oh, come on, admit it.
You enjoyed yourself.

(CHUCKLING)

A good con never admits to anything.

You taught me that.

I'm gonna call Moz,
give him the good news.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(LINE RINGING)

Hey, Moz, we got Larssen.

Excellent.

I will see your accomplishment
and raise you one.

I built our equation.

And?

You need to come see this.

Hey. Nice riding back there, cowboy.

-Thank you, ma'am.
-Yes, sir.

SARA: Any idea why Larssen was so intent
on shipping Nazi dinnerware?

Not really, no.

Larssen's not talking,

but it's clearly important
to whoever he's working for.

Where was it going?

Argentina, which isn't exactly
in the FBI's jurisdiction.

It's in mine.

Sterling Bosch
has a few clients in South America.

And I have vacation days coming up.

Are you offering to go to Argentina?

Could be dangerous.

Could be fun.

Tell Junior I'll send him a postcard.

Junior?

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

We got you a welcome-back gift.

A new mug. Look at that.

Oh, that's good.

Almost as good as what Hughes got me.

It's great to have you back, boss.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey.

So what do you wanna show me?

Ta-da!

-PETER: Déjà vu.
-(SIGHS)

Only this time it doesn't end
with you walking out a free man.

What's your offer?

Excuse me?

I'm the bullet, remember?

You want the man pulling the trigger.

Offer's expired.

This is what the music box encoded.

Now, I know bendy straws
aren't the most elegant medium,

but they make the point.
It's a fractal design.

Fractals are used in, like, everything,

from predicting natural disasters
to metallurgy.

There's one in your cell phone.

Moz, I've seen something like this before.
I know who's behind everything.

The only deal I'll make
is to protect you from him.

Get him out.

His name is Vincent Adler.

NEAL: We both know who he is, Moz.

He's the man who made me who I am today.