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(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

(HORNS HONK)

PETER: Neal,
you'll be running forever.

This is a way
to set things right.

We're going home.

We're going home.

(RAZOR BUZZING)

PETER: First day back.
How you feeling?

-NEAL: I'm feeling pretty good.
-PETER: I can tell.

-The limp's about gone.
-Oh, yeah.

There's still some tension,

but it's nothing
I can't walk off.

Picked the right town for it.

Casual stroll
is the perfect excuse

to get reacquainted
with New York,

speak the city's
language again.

-(HORNS BLARE)
-Ooh, wow.

What'd the city say there?

-"Welcome home."
-Yeah.

When do you sit down
with Hughes?

-The second we get in.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)

I don't like this.

-Don't start.
-I go back to work,

and you're placed under review
and reassigned?

I'm sure
it's only temporary.

I'm the one who ran.

And I'm the one
who went after you

when I was explicitly
told not to.

I don't know
where they're sending me.

It could be Organized Crime,
Vice, VCU.

May not be that bad.

And you're fine
with that?

Well, the timing could be
better, I'll admit.

Oh, I'm sorry. Was there a
better time for this to happen?

No, but I was planning
on reopening a case,

and I don't want anything
slipping through the cracks.

Maybe I can look into it.

It's complicated,
and it's out of my hands.

-Take the day off.
-No, no.

Come on. Come on.
Keep walking.

HUGHES:
Your new assignment.

You're sending me
to The Cave?

It's the Evidence warehouse,
and it's the best I could do.

Justice won't allow you
to work active cases

until they sort it out.

-PETER: What about Neal?
-Your team will handle him.

-My caseload?
-Jones and Berrigan are on it.

-'Cause you know this week…
-HUGHES: Yeah, yeah.

I know how important
it is to you.

-(SIGHS)
-Look, another thing…

Some of the top brass
may be looking for an excuse

to shut you out.
Don't give them one.

Everybody wants you back here
as soon as possible.

So, you know,
work The Cave.

Keep your head down.

-HUGHES: Got it?
-I got it.

Evidence.
How bad can it be?

(WARBLING)

-You must be Burke.
-You must be Agent Patterson.

Uh, you can call me Peter.

You're late.

Yeah, I just got
the assignment.

Well, let's skip the small talk
and get to work.

In addition to keeping
this place running,

now I've got to babysit you
and file daily reports

-for your review board.
-Is that really necessary?

Your orders may have been open
for interpretation

back at White Collar,
but not here, so get used to it.

Okay.

You punch in.
You punch out.

You arrive a minute late,
you leave a minute early,

you answer to me ,
no excuses.

Also, if I give you a deadline,

you make damn sure
you meet it.

One infraction,
it goes in my report.

I understand.

(SIGHS)

This is my assignment?

Fresh batch of hot cellphones.

I need you to catalogue them
by SIM card.

-No problem.
-Good.

Hey! Bring in the rest
of them!

MAN: Yes, sir!

(FORKLIFT WHIRS)

Your deadline's
Friday morning.

Welcome to The Cave, Burke.

(RUSTLING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

NEAL: Am I interrupting
anything?

Hey, Neal. (CHUCKLING)
What are you doing here?

Uh, Jones and Diana
gave me a lunch break.

I figured
you could use one, too.

Oh, I'd love one,
but I-I got to finish this.

All right.

How's it, uh…
how's it going for you?

Great. I've only got
2,000 more to go.

Wow. All right.

You're sure
you don't want a break?

Yeah,
I do want a break.

PATTERSON: You know,
I didn't think I'd have

to say this out loud,

but no convicted felons
in my evidence locker.

You leave, Caffrey.

NEAL: Just bringing him
some take-out, sir.

Well, then I suggest
you take it outside.

Where?

The picnic area.

Sounds nice.

The sun is shining.
Fresh air. Barbed wire.

It all
kind of reminds me of…

-Don't say it.
-NEAL: …the yard.

This is not
a prison yard.

You can't get French take-out
in a prison.

I got duck confit once.
Wasn't take-out, though.

It was fresh-poached,
actually.

I'm not in prison, Neal.
I'm reassigned.

And I'm not making
any waves.

That's the fastest way
out of here.

Which reminds me,

there's something
I want to talk to you about.

(SEA GULL SQUAWKS)

(SNIFFS)

Before I gave my statement
at your commutation,

you promised
you'd tell me everything.

When I said that, I thought
I was gonna be a free man.

Yeah, but you said it.
So start talking.

You already know
about my dad.

Yeah, he was a cop.

He was a corrupt cop.

Ellen was his partner.

Yeah.
She also arrested him.

What'd
she arrest him for?

I don't know everything,
all right?

PATTERSON: Burke!

Someone spilled two full cases
of seized ink cartridges.

I need you to get inside
and clean it up.

You said I get an hour
for lunch.

PATTERSON: Well, you were
a half-hour late this morning.

This is how
you make it up.

PETER: To be continued.
Sunshine needs me.

-Good luck with that one.
-Charmer.

NEAL: Yeah.

(HORN HONKS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

NEAL: Hey, guys.

-What is it, Caffrey?
-NEAL: This morning

Peter mentioned
that he'd planned to reopen

one of his old investigations.

I'd like to see it.

We already gave you
two assignments.

Oh, yeah. Your credit fraud.
It's account takeover.

Guy's changing the
victims' mailing addresses

over the phone, then requesting
replacement cards.

-And the other one?
-NEAL: Bankruptcy fraud.

Primary suspect's
concealing assets

through a checking account
in his second cousin's name.

Look, it's my fault
Peter's been reassigned.

I know that.

The least I can do
is try to help solve something

that matters to him.

You sure
you want in on this?

Yeah,
let's see the file.

Okay.

Right.

Unh-unh,
unh-unh-unh.

Okay.

One more.

NEAL: Wow. That's, uh…
That's one case?

-DIANA: Yep. Still unsolved.
-For how long?

20 years.

Guess I got
some catching up to do.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

The bureau's been after this
mystery thief for two decades.

Are you up to speed?

All right, his first heist was
a securities vault in Bushwick.

Got $3 million in cash,
one-man job.

Five years later,

he targeted a region
financial bank in the Bronx.

Hit it
for $5.6 million.

Another five years
goes by,

he robs a Brink's truck
in transit

and makes off with $4 million
in bearer bonds.

And we have no suspects.
We know two things, though.

First, he surfaces every
five years, almost to the day.

If he sticks
to this pattern,

it means he's gonna pop up
sometime this week.

That explains why Peter
was so concerned.

DIANA: We got a small window
before this guy

disappears for five more years.

Five years.

He's waiting for the statute
of limitations to pass.

He knows
if he ever gets caught,

he can only be charged
with one crime.

-No compounded sentences.
-NEAL: What's the second thing

-we know?
-At each scene,

there was a specific
tobacco residue.

No print, no fibers, nothing
except trace amounts of this.

Turkish Harmony,
high-end stuff.

DIANA: Peter made
the connection.

He was assigned the bank robbery

10 years ago, found the tobacco.

He searched records for hits
on the brand afterwards.

JONES: It's how he found
the patterns

in the previous heists.
After some research,

he began to think
it was all an inside job.

Oh. Says here Peter went
undercover at the bank

for a few weeks
after it was robbed.

Yeah. Cover I.D.,
Peter Morris.

He find anything?

Well, he's the expert.
You should ask him.

Where do you think
you're going?

Home.
My shift's over.

Clock says
you have a minute to go.

Really?
'Cause according to my watch…

You'd be leaving early,

which would have to go
into my daily report

for your review board.

(CLOCK TICKING)

-Now you can go.
-Have a good night.

Exciting day?

Well,
it's a thrilling tale

of a man's battle
with carpal tunnel syndrome.

I hate to take you
away from that,

but I need
your expertise.

You have a new case?

One of Peter Morris',
actually.

Oh, that was
a tricky cover.

I posed as the branch manager's
brother-in-law.

Made it look like
a favor hire.

And I gave myself
a little rap sheet.

Oh, smart move.

You let your wayward history
slip out during conversation,

maybe you find someone
like-minded.

Yeah, didn't get any takers
or find any suspects.

It's pretty thin.

Runway-model thin.

But we may be able to
get her a sandwich.

-You have a lead?
-Yes.

We ran a search
on the national database

for Turkish Harmony.
You actually got a hit.

Two days ago, a water delivery
truck was stolen in Jersey.

When the locals
did their sweep

for the usual DNA
and fiber samples,

they also picked up a few flakes
of the tobacco from the floor.

A water delivery truck?

I know, it's strange,
right?

-Yeah.
-Any thoughts?

Yeah.
Check out the truck.

But that's hard to do
when it's in Jersey.

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm in evidence,

and you've got
a radius again.

Yeah, right.
We can't go to the truck.

So, Diana made
a few phone calls for us.

Had the truck delivered
to us.

You're in evidence now.

There's no harm in taking
a look, is there?

Come on.

(SEA GULLS SQUAWKING)

PETER:
According to the report,

the truck was hauled in directly
after it was found.

Meaning the last person
to drive it

was the same person
who stole it.

All right, we get inside,
maybe we can deduce

the physical characteristics
of the suspect, height at least.

Yeah, we get that,
we can cross-reference it

against the list
of bank employees

from
your undercover stint.

Yeah. One problem,
the truck was hot-wired.

We don't have access
to keys.

Since when
do I need keys?

You don't.

NEAL: All right, just keep
that wedged right there.

Not too hard.

PETER: Be careful.
This is still evidence.

A little more room.

PETER: Yep.

NEAL: Got it.

What's the story?

PETER: (SIGHS)
I'm 6'2", and this seat

is way too close
to the steering wheel.

So, I'm guessing that our
suspect is well under 6'.

Maybe 5'9",
5'10" at the most.

What do you have?

Well,
according to the report,

there were three
water bottles missing.

Yeah.
He delivered them somewhere.

Well, maybe.

I'm more interested
in how they were moved.

-There we go.
-Used the hand truck.

Which he would have had
to bring back

to the truck himself…

and tie up.

Left over right.

Left over right.
Our suspect is left-handed.

-NEAL: Yep.
-Okay.

We're on the lookout
for a 5'9" lefty

who enjoys
the occasional smoke.

It's a start.

PETER: I do not know how much
longer I can work in evidence.

Ugh.

Just cataloging phones
and boxing up evidence

and filing
endless paperwork.

Do they know how many criminals
you've taken off the street?

I think it's the one I left on
the street that's the problem.

Hmm.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(SIGHS)
Who is that?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Speak of the devil.

Neal, it's late.

Sure. Come on in.

-We got him.
-What?

Oh, hey, Elizabeth.

Hey. Enough chit-chat.
Who is it?

All right. DMV records show

that seven
of your old bank "co-workers"

are between 5'10" and 6',
but only one is a lefty.

How do you know?
DMV doesn't ask.

The signature.

When left-handed people
sign their name,

their palms
often smudge the ink.

David Cook.

After 10 years,
I have a suspect.

NEAL: Yeah.

And now we have
less than a week

to figure out
where he's gonna strike next.

Do you recognize him?

David Cook was a bank teller
I met while undercover.

I didn't like him.

-NEAL: Any particular reason?
-He was a Mets fan.

-Oh.
-Me being a die-hard Yankee fan,

we went at it a few times.

Type-"A" kind of guy?

Yeah.

What does he want
with a water delivery truck?

Huh.

The bureau
will figure it out.

-No, no, no, no.
-We have come this close

-because of you, Peter.
-Yeah,

and if you need any advice,
I'm always around.

Great. I want some advice.
How do we catch Cook?

(GLASS THUDS)

Competition,
like I said.

He never delegated
any of his work at the bank,

like he had
to do it himself.

-Oh, a control freak.
-He never mentioned family.

Probably avoids
emotional connections.

That makes it tough
to get to him.

Cook did have routines.

He hit the gym every day,
was always on time to work,

and he always took his lunch
at the same deli.

-Creature of habit.
-PETER: Yeah.

So find his latest habits.

Ask Hughes to get
'round-the-clock eyes on him.

We're gonna
catch this guy.

Keep me posted.

You know
where you can find me.

NEAL: All right!

(RUSTLING)

(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)

-(BEEP)
-Hey.

Good news.
Hughes approved your idea

for surveillance on Cook.

We already got eyes
on him.

He's got a weekly squash game
at the Soho health club.

I didn't peg him
for a squash guy.

Well, you haven't seen him
in 10 years.

Apparently he traded his love
of the Mets

for a more upscale sport.

I like the guy
even less now.

Nobody trades up
from baseball.

PATTERSON: Is that
a private call, Burke?

-I-it'll be done in a second.
-Second's up!

The only phone
I want to see in your hand

is the one you're filing away.
You got it?

(SIGHS)
I got to go.

(SIGHS)
I'll keep you posted.

Thank you.

(COFFEE POURING)

ELIZABETH: What are you doing?

Oh… nothing.
That's the problem.

ELIZABETH: Then what are you
waiting for? Huh? Unh-unh-unh.

Go out there.

(CHUCKLES)
Well, nice as that sounds,

I'm on very strict
orders now.

ELIZABETH: Yes, you're off-duty,
but you still have a badge.

Well, technically, yes.

What rule
would you be breaking?

None of them yet,
but this case, I got to…

Honey, I know how important
this is for you.

So go be a part of it.

I want to.

ELIZABETH: I know.
So see it through.

You're an FBI agent,
Peter Burke.

Go get your job back.

Okay, we're live.

Cook should be inside
any minute now.

Who are you texting?

Peter.
I'm keeping him posted.

Thanks for the update.

What
are you doing here?

Was out for a walk
and saw a suspicious van.

Wanted to know if there was

any illegal activity
going on inside.

Just a convict and an FBI agent
watching TV.

Get in here.

Anything decent
on the tube?

We're wired into the health
club's closed-circuit cameras.

Only blind spots
are the locker rooms.

PETER: That's him.

NEAL: Oh, you catch that?

PETER: He's being protective
of that bag.

Curious
what's inside?

Oh, I'd be lying
if I said no.

How about
we find out?

Wouldn't it be nice

if Cook ran into his old friend
Peter Morris?

No. Unh-unh.

NEAL: What? You were busted
for larceny.

We're about to
bust him for larceny.

You two have a lot
to talk about.

What would I
even say to him?

NEAL: You can ask him
if he's stolen any water

delivery trucks lately.

Good. Subtle.

Or…
"How about a game?"

It's been a while
since I played squash.

Well, I hear
it's like riding a bike.

From who?

I'm sure that someone…
said that once.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I'd need some workout gear.

Shouldn't be a problem.

PETER: This shirt's
kind of itchy.

It was all
the pro shop had.

Next time I spend 90 bucks
for a pair of sweats,

I'd better get a free TV
with them.

Come on,
this place is nice.

In fact,
I'm thinking of joining.

You get
plenty of exercise.

It has its benefits.

-(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
-NEAL: So does flight

from prosecution.
Good cardio.

COOK:
Bring it! Yeah!

Uh-oh.
He's not messing around.

No, I told you,
Cook's competitive.

Good.
Use that to keep him busy.

When you catch up,
ask him how's he's doing.

Whatever he says,

casually imply
you're doing a little better.

If he's making money,
you're making a little more.

If he drives a Beemer,
you drive a Ferrari.

You want me
to challenge him.

NEAL: Yeah, he'll try
to one-up you.

He won't be able
to help himself.

You'll be on that court
in no time.

Then what?

Try not to lose too fast.
Good luck.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION
IN DISTANCE)

(LAUGHTER)

COOK: I'm telling you, you got
to work on your backhand, man.

You're quick, but, uh…
ground strokes, baby.

Better luck next time, friend.
(CHUCKLES)

Dave? Dave Cook?

(CHUCKLES) Peter Morris.
We worked together.

Region Financial.
Been a while.

PETER: Yeah. Yeah.
How you been?

Great. Yourself?

Great.
Actually, beyond great.

I didn't know you played.

Yeah,
when I can get a game.

I've still
got the court.

Terrific.

Been a while
since I left the bank.

What have you
been doing since?

I was gonna
ask you the same.

Started my own
little business,

import/export trade.

Profitable.

Funny. I started
my own business, too.

Small financial firm.

(CHUCKLING)
Financial firm?

Last time I saw you,
you were mopping floors!

Well…
(GRUNTS)

hard to get hired
when you got a record.

COOK: That's some initiative.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CHUCKLES)

You could say I took some time
out, educated myself.

COOK: I tell you what,
since we're both doing so well,

how about
a little friendly wager?

Okay.

Winner takes a grand
from the loser?

A grand?

That a problem?

No, no.
But let's make it 2.

COOK: 2?

Not 3?

You're right.
Let's make it an even 5.

You're on.

PETER: All right.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

NEAL: Hidden camera?

Water-cooler talk.

COOK: Aah!

Aah!

PETER: You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Come on. Move.

My shoulder's acting up.

I've got an ice pack
in the locker room.

PETER:
Is that your rotator cuff?

COOK: Eh, yeah. I pulled it
before. It's not a problem.

PETER: You should be careful,
much more careful!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

PETER:
Where's your locker?

COOK: It's just around here.
Come on.

PETER: You sure you don't want
me to get someone

to take a look
at that shoulder?

COOK: What'd I tell you?
It's not a problem.

Shame we didn't
get to finish.

PETER: Yeah. Yeah, it is.

You know,
I'm always up for round 2.

That was barely
a round 1.

Can't find that pack?

Oh, it's probably
in my bag.

You don't
wanna do that.

I just remembered…

You're supposed to use heat
on an injury like that, not ice.

COOK: Yeah, I read it somewhere.

Heat. Heat.

COOK: Well,
I don't have a heat pack.

PETER: Yeah, well,
that's fine.

They've got them
in the pro shop.

You can get one
on the way out.

Heat.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey! You've got green dots
in your locker.

Can I borrow one?
I'm always out.

(COOK EXHALES SHARPLY)

-Keep it.
-Thanks.

As a reminder that we have
some unfinished business.

I'm around for a rematch
anytime you want.

Yeah, you better
be good for it.

Oh, believe me,
once I start something,

I always like
to see it through.

What was so fascinating

you had to force me
into a game of hot potato?

Cook has a live feed
running on his PDA.

Micro camera
with a hidden transmitter.

Guess where it was hidden.
Inside the water cooler.

That explains
the stolen truck.

He used it to impersonate
a delivery man

-and plant the camera somewhere.
-Yeah, that's smart.

The live feed allows him to
study his marks in real time.

What did you see?

A diamond shop.
I didn't get the name.

But I got a close-enough look
to sketch out the floor plan.

I'm gonna go back to the office
and draw one up.

Peter and I will start narrowing
targets from his place.

You can coordinate with me
from the office.

Six diamond stores
in Manhattan

are supplied
by Ram's Water Delivery.

PETER: Cook could hit one
of these any second now.

Then he disappears again.

Neal, did you e-mail the sketch?

Yeah. Sent.

Making any progress?

PETER: We're getting somewhere.
Thanks, honey.

-JONES: Ah, don't tell me that.
-That doesn't sound good.

-Jones, what's up?
-Okay. Keep searching.

Cook just ducked
surveillance.

Team one lost him in the subway
about 15 minutes ago,

but they said it looked like
he was trying to go dark.

He's pulling the job.

This is happening tonight.

All right, we need
to figure this out now.

You guys have that list?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, we got it.

All right, well,
we can cross off Toback's.

Christie and I
went ring shopping there,

and this isn't
what it looked like.

Plus, their security system
is top-notch.

You scoped out
their security?

Ring shopping's
not really my thing.

NEAL: All right, you can also
cross off Davis,

Smith Brothers,
and Solitaire and Sons.

I'd recognize the interiors.

Because you
cased them out?

Ring shopping's
not really my thing.

All right,
that leaves us with two,

Midtown Jewelry Appraisers
and Crowder Diamonds.

That's Crowder Diamonds.

I took a client to
Midtown Jewelers last month.

They have two long cases
of merchandise.

No vault in sight.
Definitely not like that.

Honey, I have to…

You got to go.
Good luck.

I'll let the teams know
the target.

Hopefully
we can intercept.

Yeah, we're on our way.

You ride separate.
I'll follow.

-I'm just an observer.
-(BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Just, uh, give me a call
if anything turns up, okay?

(SIREN WAILING)

What happened?

Place was hit
20 minutes ago.

(SIGHS)
No sign of Cook?

Preliminary forensics shows
a clean crime scene, so far.

(SIGHS)

And it'll stay that way.

All right.
Stay here.

-Keep me posted.
-Peter.

I can't be here.

I shouldn't have come
in the first place.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(LAUGHTER)

(ALL SHOUTING)

Yes!

It's all in the strategy,
my friends.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

I'm gonna
sit this round out,

let someone else
win some tugriks.

(LAUGHTER)

Back so soon?

Well,
no man is an island.

And you're clean-shaven.

You have retired
from retirement.

I can come and go
as I please.

Plus, as the man
behind many a curtain,

I found myself…

lacking a reliable…
front.

So you're saying
I'm your front man?

Good partnerships
are hard to find.

Who are your friends?

Oh, just some
fellow travelers

on this journey
we call life.

Yeah,
they like my ice wines.

Well, they are
from colder climes.

What's the game?

No idea,
but I'm very good at it.

-(ALL SHOUTING)
-Oh, deal me in.

(MEN GROAN)

The treasure?

It's safe.
How's the Suit?

Mm…

I take it he returned
from our balmy tropics

to much harsher weather?

He's been relegated to
the bureau's storage warehouse.

Endless cages
filled with contraband?

It's not as nice
as it sounds.

He's stuck itemizing cargo
crates of stolen cellphones.

It's my fault
he's in this spot.

I need to get him
out of it.

Solving this latest case
will help.

-Oh, what's involved?
-Stolen diamonds.

We had a suspect,
but he's gone underground.

Has he liquidated yet?

By the time the FBI
finds his fence,

those gems
will be long gone.

Well, who needs the fuzz
when you have me?

It's good
to have you back.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

PETER: Neal.
What's going on?

-It's about Cook.
-PETER: Figured.

I'm going over
all the evidence,

trying to find something
we might have overlooked.

That won't be necessary.

I've got an idea
that will help you catch him.

You mean help the bureau
catch him.

NEAL: No. It has to be you
and you alone.

It's the only way
my plan works.

(SIGHS) This is not
my assignment anymore.

I can't disobey orders.

NEAL: Well,
that's the best part.

You don't have to.

Look, Peter, we can wait another
five years to catch this guy,

or we can take him
down tomorrow.

It's your call.

(SIGHS)

What's the plan?

NEAL: This is Cook's fence…
Rina Oaks.

I was able to track her down
using a reliable street contact.

Mm. Do I know any of these
"reliable street contacts"?

-You'd probably prefer not to.
-I'm sure.

Cook is a competitive guy.

What if we give him
a little competition

that puts him directly
in our sights?

I'm listening.

Your cover as Peter Morris
is perfect.

He already thinks
you're a convicted criminal.

What if you, uh,
discovered

one of his contacts
in the underworld?

-Someone like Rina?
-NEAL: If we can convince Cook

you found out about his fence
and are making a better offer…

-We draw him out.
-Exactly.

He barges in
when I'm making the deal.

We have people in place
to bring them both down.

The bureau
gets a double win,

and you're back
in their good graces.

(SIGHS)
It's a nice idea.

But I have to report to evidence
at 9:00 A.M. tomorrow.

Good thing I made your
appointment with Rina for 8:00.

(SIGHS)
All right.

We'd need real stones

to convince Rina that I am
a legitimate competition.

I didn't steal them.
Courtesy of June.

The canary is worth
half a million.

The royal blue
is worth another half million.

And the pink's
worth $700,000.

Wow.
I had no idea June…

Yeah, she does okay.

So these two make up
an additional 1.2.

But Cook has now
over $4 million.

Well, these should make you
more appealing than Cook.

They won't cut glass.

Knock-offs?

The second Rina sees them,
she's gonna know they're fake.

She won't get to them.

All you have to do
is buy enough time

to make sure Cook crosses town
and arrives at the shop.

Meanwhile, you'll make sure
Rina only studies

the diamonds that are true.

How?

Pick one of those up.
Any one.

-(SIGHS)
-Now turn it over.

How did you do that?

From the minute
you walked in here,

I've been subtly
steering your mind

to focus on
that royal blue diamond.

No, come on.
Tell me how you did this.

No, no.
One thing at a time.

Are you in?

I'm in.

What I'm proposing
is a three-part plan.

So let's start
with part one.

The first thing we have to do
is draw Cook out.

And that starts the minute
you walk through Rina's door.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Peter Morris.

Yes,
I got your message.

NEAL: Rina won't trust you
at first.

She's gonna ask you
for a reference,

so you tell her you wanna call
a mutual friend.

David Cook.
He can vouch for me.

-(CELLPHONE RINGS)
-Rina.

We don't meet until tomorrow.

Who?

Peter Morris.
Says he knows you?

What the hell
is he doing there?

RINA: Making me an offer.

No, no, no. No, no.
Hey, hey.

No, you know what?
You stay away from him.

You keep him away
from my money!

-You mean my money.
-COOK: I thought we had a deal?

I hear
what you're saying.

No, I don't think
that you do.

Morris is a liar
and a known thief.

You don't trust him!

Glass houses, Mr. Cook.

You understand I only have
so much cash on-hand.

NEAL: Code for,
"make me a better offer."

Cook won't be happy
to hear my name.

Well,
that's the whole point.

He'll think you're competing.
It'll push his buttons.

And Rina is smart enough

to know a good competition
when she sees it.

Hang on.
I'm on my way to you.

Now we'll move on
to phase two,

keeping Rina around
until Cook arrives.

We'll buy our time making Rina
appraise the gems…

-The right gems.
-This is where you tell me

how you got me
to pick the blue stone.

Better. This is where I teach
you how to do it yourself.

I began pushing you
toward the blue diamond

by wearing a blue tie,
which you'll also be wearing.

Then I started making
subtle gestures,

adjusting my tie,
smoothing it out,

drawing your attention
to the color.

PETER: I can do that.

Next I fiddle with
my handkerchief, also blue.

RINA: Impressive.
And how did you come by these?

PETER:
That's not up for discussion.

Shall we get started?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Clever tactic.

But once she's done looking
at the blue diamond…

NEAL: You'll guide her
toward the canary using

a simulated trigger.

When I was describing
our gems,

did you notice how I pointed out
the royal blue?

You gave it a thumbs up.

Right, I was indicating
that this is a good item,

something you want.

Satisfied?

With this one.

PETER:
That leaves you with a five

or six-carat clear,

the canary, or the pink.

NEAL: Now, getting her to choose
the third diamond

will be the trickiest.

While she's appraising
the canary,

you'll start using
muted word-play.

When you and I were talking,

I said a lot of words
that rhyme with blue.

1.2.
Blue. True.

So, while you're steering her
toward the last real diamond,

you'll start saying anything
that rhymes with…

Pink.

What do you think?

So far, so good.

Glad we're in sync.

When this deal's done…

we should go out,
celebrate…

get a drink.

I have a busy day ahead.

Next time.

NEAL: At this point,
enough time has passed

for Cook to make
his grand entrance.

(BUZZER)

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Finishing our game.

I don't know how
you did it,

how you found out
what I was up to,

but I'm gonna burn you
for it, Morris.

Oh, seems
a little late now.

NEAL: All the players
are accounted for,

which brings us
to phase three…

-the arrest.
-The arrest.

Cook's inside the store.

All right,
can we move in?

JONES: Once we have a visual
on the diamonds.

I knew that financial-firm crap
was a fairy tale.

Maybe so, but like I said,
once I start something,

I like to see it through.

(CHUCKLES)
This is the endgame.

How much is he offering?

Looks to be about 28 karats
for $4 million.

I'll counter-offer.

I'll give you 31 karats…

but for $3.8 million.

JONES: I got eyes
on the diamonds!

That's our go signal.

Welcome back to White Collar,
Agent Burke.

Hey, don't you have
someplace else to be?

(CHUCKLES)

Hmm.

You know what?

This victory doesn't belong
to me after all.

COOK: I told you
those were the real deal.

FBI!
Don't move!

David Cook, you're under arrest

for the possession
of stolen property.

Thank you.
Secure the evidence.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Where's Peter?

Good question.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

You're two minutes late.

I had to take care
of something.

You were supposed to be
taking care of my cellphones.

(SIGHS) I know.

You gave me a deadline
for this morning.

That's why I'm impressed that
you finished them last night.

-It's good work.
-Thanks.

So maybe I don't have to
mention you being late

in my report
to your review board.

This time.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

-PETER: Oh, that's good. Mmm.
-NEAL: Yeah.

So, Cook told me you slipped out
just before we arrived.

Yeah.

NEAL: You wanna tell me why
you didn't stick around?

I had a job to do.

NEAL: This was your win,
Peter.

Yeah, this case has been
nagging at me for 10 years.

I got something better
than a win.

-What's that?
-Closure.

Well, you should have
gotten your job back, too.

Can't have it both ways.

Yeah, at least you still
got your yard for now.

Yeah, we call it
a picnic area.

My mistake.

You know, you never did
finish that story.

What story?

The one about your dad,
about Ellen.

Who was she to you?

When my dad went away,
my mom just checked out.

I mean, she was around
but she wasn't… around.

So,
Ellen looked after me.

Well, how could she look
after you if she was in witn…

You grew up
in witness protection.

I was 3 when the marshals
took us away.

What did your dad do?

(SIGHS)

He admitted
that he was a murderer.

Do you know who he…

No.
No one ever told me.

Where'd you go?

The marshals took us
to St. Louis.

It was my mom
and Ellen and I,

and they changed my name
to Danny Brooks.

My mom told me
my dad died a hero.

I grew up envying this man
that I never even knew.

I wanted to follow
in his footsteps.

In a way,
I guess I did.

No, you didn't.
You're not a killer.

No. No,
but I'm a criminal.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

When I was 18,
Ellen told me the truth.

She told me my real name
was Neal.

Your mother's maiden name
was Caffrey.

Well,
I couldn't take his name.

Not after I knew.

So that's when Neal Caffrey
was born.

After she told me everything,
I ran and I never looked back.

But now I wanna know.
I want to know who he was.

I wanna know…

I wanna know
if he did it.

Well, Ellen's here now.

Go find out.

(SIGHS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

ELLEN: Neal,
if I tell you this,

it may open doors

that I honestly believe
are best kept closed.

You arrested him.
What happened?

One night I got a call
from a fellow officer.

He said James had asked
for an "off the books" meeting.

-He wanted backup.
-Then what?

By the time I got there,
the officer was dead.

We found a gun
with his prints on it.

He killed a cop?

-He said he was innocent.
-Did you believe him?

James was many things,

but I thought there were lines
he wouldn't cross.

I investigated.

I was onto something big…

but then he confessed.

Did he do it?

It was a long time ago.

Ellen, I need to understand
who he was.

You said there were lines
my father would never cross,

but he did.

I need to know who I am.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)