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PETER: Previously on White Collar...

PETER: Curtis Hagen was granted
early release from prison today.

NEAL: The Mosconi Codex.

You want me to risk jail
for a little light reading?

PETER: Special Agent David Siegel.

-You must be my new handler.
-Must be.

The name Teddy Winters
mean anything to you?

They found me.

Well, we kept you out of prison.

Yeah, it cost me everything.

NEIL: The Codex.

This relationship is working wonderfully.

-When does it end?
-When I get what I want.

We'll find out
who did this, Neal. I promise.

PETER: David Siegel.

Found on the corner of
Linden and Central in Bushwick.

Cause of death was
a gunshot wound to the sternum.

He bled out instantly.

We retrieved a shell casing
from the scene.

9 millimeter caliber round
from a Smith & Wesson 539 series.

This image was taken
from a traffic cam in the area.

The subject is still unidentifiable.

Fifteen days have passed,

and we are no closer
to figuring out who did this and why.

The working theory stands
that Agent Siegel was a victim

of an indiscriminate mugging gone wrong.

His wallet and firearm are still missing.

Our division has dedicated
all of its resources

to this investigation.

But the truth is,
we had caseloads beforehand,

and those caseloads
still need to be resolved.

So the joint operation center
will remain in this building,

and a team of agents
will continue to pursue all leads.

The remainder of you
will resume your active assignments.

The best way we can honor David Siegel
is by doing our jobs.

Counseling remains available
to anyone who still needs to talk.

That's all.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

JONES: You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I am. What's going on?

You got any updates on Caffrey's status?

His house arrest is still in effect.

Yeah, well, he can't stay there forever
if you're gonna use him.

He needs a handler.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(FAUCET TURNS OFF)

Ah, bonsoir.

What's with the bathrobe?

The water pressure's weak
in the guest room.

I needed to borrow your shower.

How much longer are you staying here?

Just until I get myself
on some financially-secure footing.

Okay if I air dry on the terrace?

No, Moz. Tell me how I can help.

Big Brother burned through
all of my resources.

No safe houses, no capital.

What's worse,
the Federal Bureau of Invasion

has confined you
to this impenetrable dog pound.

-It's my apartment.
-A sublimely spacious cell.

Does that make you my cellmate?

I prefer the term "mis-incarcerated."

That sounds like
you just won a prison pageant.

A, I could.
B, I'll think of a better term.

Still working on the Codex?

NEAL: I'm trying to keep my mind occupied.

-MOZZIE: And it's not working.
-Shh.

I can't stop thinking about Siegel.

Can't stop wondering
if it was my fault in any way.

-If Hagen somehow...
-Stop right there.

The body was found in Bushwick.

That's where Hagen and I met
a few hours earlier.

It's not a coincidence.

Coincidence is fate's favorite tool.

You're condemning yourself
because there's no one else to blame.

I can't do anything while I'm stuck here.

I'd be better off with a new handler
or even thrown back in prison.

The Suit will never let that happen.

New assignment?

The department needs
a few wins right now.

-Is that why you called me in?
-(CHUCKLES)

-We're going back to work.
-We?

Oh, Peter, thank you,
but you don't have to do that for me.

I'm ASAC.

I make decisions around here,

and I've decided that I'm going to
actively pursue investigations.

That's what we do.

-Where do we start?
-Accounting scam.

Can we start over?

You don't get to choose. I choose.

-Our first case should be a good one.
-This is a good one.

-Now, look here.
-(SNORES) I just fell asleep.

MAN 1: Don't try to grab me.
I'm cooperating.

Calm down or I'm gonna throw you in cuffs.

Hey, what's going on?

Guy strolled into the lobby
two minutes ago.

Said he needs to talk to the FBI.
Found this on him.

I need to confess to a crime.

Looks like it is gonna be a good one.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

PETER: Nate Griffith.
In and out of lockup since '98.

Liked to knock off banks
for a while there, didn't you?

That was a long time ago, okay?
I had dues to pay, and I paid them.

-PETER: Uh-huh.
-I've been trying to do right

by my family ever since.

-PETER: Your family.
-I've got a son.

Andrew. He's seven.

Why don't you walk me through this?

Okay, okay. Um...

So I heard about this securities vault
in Manhattan

that supposedly
had $2 million in cash in it.

Who told you about it?

Just heard. I... I don't know.

-Look, the more you withhold...
-I'm not trying to, I swear.

-What's the name of the company?
-It's, um... It's Kaplan Securities.

So I figured out

how to bypass the lock system
in the rear of the building.

I just went straight to the vault,
and I cleaned it out.

What did you use to crack the vault?

I think I had the combination.

You think?

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

All right, look, you gotta understand,

this whole thing,
it's like some sort of bad dream.

It's only coming back to me
in bits and pieces.

But all I know is that I couldn't stop.

Where is the rest of that money?

(NATE SNIFFS)

It's in Grand Central, in a locker,
in number 941.

Combination?

(SIGHS)

Yeah, see, this isn't a game.

With your priors,
you're looking at ten years.

I know that.

Look, an hour ago,

I was walking to Grand Central
to get the rest of the cash,

and I kept thinking about what I'd done,

how I'd broken that promise
to myself and my family.

And then, bam, I get hit by this cab,
out of nowhere.

That's how I got this.

It was a wake-up call.

I cannot set a good example for my son
if all I'm gonna do is relapse.

JONES: We found those in Griffith's bag.
Could explain his behavior.

He's got a pill
for every color of the rainbow.

Xanax, Valium, Ativan...

Heavy doses too,
all authorized by the same psychiatrist.

Dr. Mara Summers.

-Here. Drink this.
-Thanks.

-You don't seem like those other guys.
-That's 'cause I'm not.

In fact, I used to be a lot like you.

-You robbed banks?
-I did a lot of things.

The point is,

I was able to turn myself around
just like you're trying to do.

Look, you can be straight with me.
Is there anything else you remember?

I know you're trying to help me,
but I honestly can't, Mr. Caffrey.

Don't ever call me Mr. Caffrey. It's Neal.

Come on.

All right, keep looking. Update me in 20.

I sent a team to check the lockers
at Grand Central.

There's nothing there.

This gets stranger by the minute.
I don't like it.

Really?

Guy walks into the FBI with stacks of cash
and begs you to cuff him.

I'd think that was your catnip.

-I don't have catnip.
-Oh, everybody has catnip.

-Yeah? What's yours?
-Real Housewives.

Can't get enough.

Money has Griffith's prints all over it.
We're running the serial numbers.

What do you have?

Texture feels funny
in the top-left corner of every bill.

I'm gonna need a closer look.

Marked bills.

Cash could've been used
in a controlled buy or payoff.

Or it's from another score.

Yeah, is it possible our guy stole money
that was already stolen?

I think Neal and I should
check out that vault.

-FBI, here to see the manager.
-That's him there.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Familiarize yourself with the database,

starting with the client roster
on your desktop.

After that, I want you to categorize
this month's financial packages

by date and time.

-Are you getting all of this?
-Yes, sir.

Good. Back to your desk, then.

(EXCLAIMS)

Apologies, gentlemen. It's his first day.
How can I help you?

Special Agent Peter Burke,
and this is my coworker, Neal Caffrey.

How you doing?

We're here about the break-in
that happened last week.

Break-in?

This morning a known felon
walked into our offices

to confess to emptying the contents
of vault number four.

Oh, impossible.

None of our clients
have reported anything missing,

and I assure you
our security is top-notch.

Actually, you could use an upgrade.

The UL approval on your vaults is class I.

That means they can be breached
in 30 minutes or less.

I mean, you need the right cutting wheel
and carbide drill, of course.

-My advice, go class III.
-Could I see the vault?

Uh, we're very protective about
our clients' possessions and anonymity.

Without a warrant,
this is all the info I can give you.

Feel free to call
if you have further questions.

Gentlemen.

If the cash in the vault
was illegally obtained,

it makes sense that whoever owns it
wouldn't want to report it missing.

Unless they want to go to prison, too.

But this is all speculative.
It's not good enough for a warrant.

MANAGER: Louis!

If we can't get a look at the vault,
maybe we can find out who owns it.

MANAGER: Louis!

Thank you.

What's the play?

Kaplan Securities is going to have
more than one new employee today.

-You still have that brochure?
-Yeah.

Thanks.

NEAL: Okay.

-PETER: Watch your fingers.
-NEAL: Peter.

You've done this before.

Instant glue.

-It'll do in a pinch.
-You frighten me.

Actually, you're usually
the frightening one.

You have any pictures in your wallet?

-Can I help you?
-Eric Roberts. I'm your supervisor.

Mr. Epstein didn't say anything about you.
I have to call and...

What, you and Mr. Epstein
are the only employees here?

(CHUCKLES) Look, I know you have
those financial packages to work on,

but this man takes precedence.

Mr. Wilcox is
a premier importer and exporter

up and down the East Coast,
and he'd like to open an account.

He would.

That means start-up papers.

That isn't protocol. We have a system.

-You better make this work.
-Very good, Mr. Wilcox.

I've been here for five years,
you've been here for five seconds.

Start-up paperwork.

Third office,
down the hall, left-hand side.

Of course. Of course. I'll be right back.

All right. Vault number four.

-Keep a lookout.
-Yeah.

Technically I should get a court order
to go through that computer.

Good thing your CI doesn't need one.

Neal.

There are 250 clients in this database.
Narrowing it down by vault number.

I found it.

Vault number four.

That's strange.
It's not registered to a person.

-To what, then?
-To a corporation. Niteowl Holdings.

-Thank you.
-Thank you very much, sir.

That's good enough. Go.

MANAGER: Louis!

It's a dummy corp.
Someone is using Niteowl as a front.

Whoever Griffith stole from
covered their identity nicely.

Mmm-hmm.

Gentlemen, I got a lead
on those marked bills.

Two months ago,
a Manhattan Mutual truck was cleaned out.

Now it's the bank's policy
to mark all currency

in case any kind of theft occurs.

NYPD had a suspect,
just couldn't nail him.

PETER: Shane Jacoby. Priors for assault.

And likely CEO of Niteowl Holdings.

So Griffith and Jacoby
don't know each other, but they're linked.

How?

I might've found that link.

Shane Jacoby received
a court-ordered treatment

from a psychiatrist
who prescribed Griffith his meds.

Dr. Mara Summers.

DR. SUMMERS: There are five
common stages to ICD,

beginning with the impulse
and ending with guilt.

Or lack thereof.

It is that final...

This is an interesting area of expertise.

Yeah, I can see why Griffith went to her.

I found the patient
who experiences guilt from his actions

is most likely to fall back
into the original destructive pattern.

This is generally the case

with the bulk of reformed criminals
I've worked with in my studies.

More on that in tomorrow's lecture.
Thank you all for coming.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

She's got clients prone to commit crimes,
and she's got access to their heads.

She could be manipulating them.

Or she could just be doing her job.

MAN 1: Dr. Summers, thank you.

Only one way to find out.

-MAN 2: Excellent, thank you.
-Thank you.

Dr. Summers.

-I'm sorry, you are...
-My name's Neal Caffrey.

I'm a convicted felon,
and I need your help.

Your work and research on ICD
is impressive, to say the least.

I have a predilection for its study.

Well, Dr. Summers,
this is the man I told you about, Peter.

My parole officer.

How long have you been
keeping an eye on Mr. Caffrey?

Eternally, some might say.

I have to be honest.

Most of my work with reformed criminals
is pro bono.

Right now I simply don't have time
to take on any new patients.

(CHUCKLES)
I'm not asking you for a free session.

-I'm expensive.
-Won't be a problem.

Peter, would you mind briefly
giving Dr. Summers my resume?

Briefly? Right.

Well, Neal's been convicted
of bond forgery.

He's also been implicated in over
four dozen works of counterfeit art.

And there's also the fact
that he's still a suspect

in several ongoing high-profile
federal investigations.

-For what, exactly?
-Pick something.

Bottom line,

money may not be a problem
for a guy like me.

I didn't hear that.

-My office, 1:00 tomorrow.
-I look forward to working with you.

Nice job.

Two criminals, same psychiatrist.

I think she's looking after herself
more than her clientele.

It's possible she had a patient
steal from another patient,

but it's the how of all this
that bothers me.

You can't put the idea of a heist
in someone's head

without them knowing about it.

Peter, it's not that odd.

-Think of a number between one and ten.
-No, I hate it when you do this.

Just think of a number.
Two, three, four, five, whatever.

-You got it?
-Yup.

Now say it out loud in your head.
"Seven, seven, seven," for example.

I know what you're doing.
It's not seven, Neal.

No, it's nine.

Okay, how did you do that?

Before I asked you to think of a number,
I used the word "odd" in a sentence.

So naturally, you'll choose an odd number.

Then?

Then I made your mind
subtly cross off options

by saying "two, three, four, five"
and "seven" aloud.

Which leaves the numbers one and nine.

And nobody chooses one
because it's too obvious.

Nine is more obscure,
so that's what you go with.

That's good.
Okay, but the point of all this.

In less than 20 seconds,
I got you to the number I wanted.

Now think of Griffith and Summers.

With that much time and influence,

she could make him do
anything she wanted.

-This guy's innocent.
-(PETER SIGHS)

I need more, Neal.

When you're with Summers,

find something tangible that links
her or Griffith to Jacoby's cash.

What are you gonna do?

I've got Shane Jacoby's work address.

I'm gonna go down there

and see if I can find a connection
between him and Niteowl Holdings.

Neal, be careful.

I do not want this therapist
getting inside your head.

-(CHUCKLES) Please. I'm a wall.
-Really?

Tell me, what kind of change
are you looking to make with your life?

I guess I'm looking for some normalcy.
Thank you.

And what if that's not possible?

(CHUCKLES)

That doesn't sound very encouraging.

I'm not here to encourage you.

I'm here to help you discover
the truth about yourself,

so you can accept it.

I have to accept that I can't be normal?

You're too interesting to be normal.

What makes me so interesting?

Your pathological assumption
that you need to be

the smartest person in the room
at all times.

Maybe you're the one assuming things.

According to
all these diplomas on your wall,

you're a lot smarter than me,

but then again,
those are just papers, not people.

-Do you think you're good with people?
-No more than you.

-It's my job.
-Mine, too.

You have an aggressive approach.

And you're already withholding.
But that's natural.

We need to know one another better
to build trust.

-You don't think I'm being honest?
-Not yet.

But you will be. In time.

Mr. Jacoby. Peter Burke, FBI.

What do you want?

I'd like to talk to you
regarding your vault at Kaplan Security.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Okay, let's try that again.

Where were you
on September 4th of this year?

NYPD tried to pin that truck on me.
They had nothing. Same as you.

All right, all right, calm down.

-I don't like accusations.
-Then you shouldn't be a criminal.

I especially don't like that accusation.

It's not an accusation. It's a fact.
Read your rap sheet. Aggravated assault.

You busted the nose of a security guard
and three of his fingers.

That's not who I am anymore.

Tell me about Niteowl Holdings.

Never heard of that either.

You're talking to the wrong guy,
Agent Burke.

That's doubtful, but one more question.

How did those court-ordered
anger management sessions go

with Dr. Mara Summers?

Either take me in on something,
or let me get on with my day.

Nice hat.

You went to Brooklyn Residential High.

What sport did you play?

All-state in wrestling. Are we done?

Mmm.

Not quite, but you can get on
with your day now, Mr. Jacoby.

You know that vault
that was in Kaplan Security,

the one with the
$2 million dollars cash in it?

It's all gone now.

But you knew that.

Oh, you didn't know that.

Well, now you do. Have a good day.

-DR. SUMMERS: Job.
-Confined.

-Jealousy.
-Weak.

-Money.
-Prop.

-Women.
-Hope.

-Peter.
-Worthy.

-Theft.
-(SCOFFS) Capable.

-Caught.
-Oops.

-You make something from that?
-It's too early to diagnose.

But you've got something.

Your answers are unique in summation.

I assure you I can handle it, Doctor.

Your behavior is sociopathic.

(LAUGHS) I'm sorry?

You work on perception,
the perception of others.

How you think they'll feel.

This influences your actions and thoughts
more so than your own emotions.

Deceit and manipulation are the essential
characteristics of the disorder.

You excel at both.

Deceit and manipulation are generalities
that can apply to anyone who lies,

and everyone lies,
including you, Dr. Summers.

That may be true,
but not everyone believes their own lies.

Why would I delude myself?

Because you don't want anyone
to see your vulnerabilities.

I don't strike you as confident.

Confident people admit to their flaws.
You don't.

Instead, you smile, a lot.

You're confident. What are your flaws?

I can be aggressive,
like you pointed out earlier.

I also pick at my nails
when I get nervous.

-Nobody's perfect.
-Precisely.

The harder a person fights to be perfect,

the more he suppresses his true nature.

(SIGHS) I...

-I'm reformed.
-Are you?

Just because a person
starts doing good things

doesn't mean
he wants to stop doing bad things.

Of course not.

Because everyone has done something bad
at some point in their life, even you.

This is not about me.

I thought confident people
could admit to their flaws.

-You're redirecting.
-So are you.

Because you're uncomfortable.

You don't think that I can change.

(ECHOING) I'm asking
if you really want to.

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry.

(EXHALES) I don't feel well.

Like I said, try to relax.

(ECHOING)
I have a few more questions for you.

-(BREATHING HEAVILY) What's happening?
-We're using a new form of therapy.

-You drugged me.
-I'm helping you.

-I'm helping you.
-(GLASS CLINKS)

What I want is for you
to simply tell me the truth

about who you are, what you really do,
and why you're really here.

(NEAL BREATHING HEAVILY)

I am ready to begin when you are.

-DR. SUMMERS: Neal? You okay?
-(EXCLAIMS)

(NEAL EXHALES SHARPLY)

What happened?

We began to practice
hypnotherapy technique.

You were out for quite some time.
You had trouble waking.

(EXHALES) Are you sure?

Perhaps you could use something to eat
or a glass of water.

No, I should go.

-Would you like me to call you a cab?
-No. No. I'm fine.

-Peter.
-Yeah.

Got this from Brooklyn
Residential's archives.

The year Jacoby graduated.

That's him.

That's the team that won all-state.
The Owls.

I remembered the mascot
when I saw his hat.

Championship year for the Owls,
led by team captain Shane Jacoby.

Known for his aggressive takedowns
and late-night practices,

earning him the nickname the Night Owl.

And there is our link to Niteowl Holdings.

Call NYPD,
have our nostalgic friend brought in.

Sounds good.

-Summers is onto me.
-What are you talking about? How?

I don't know,
but she dosed me with something.

She got me to talk,
I can't even remember what I said to her.

I passed out.

-Do you know what it was?
-No, I have no idea.

She must've slipped it into my water.

Okay, we're gonna get you
a tox screen, ASAP.

Peter, if that's the case,

we have enough
to arrest Summers right now.

If we bring her in now,

there's a good chance
we won't find the money she stole.

Griffith won't be cleared.

Griffith. That's how she made you.

Yeah, I saw Dr. Summers again.

And you told her I was an FBI agent.

Yeah, and he was a consultant.

(KNOCKS ON TABLE)

-What are you up to?
-Nothing.

Look, I didn't know
you were investigating her.

How could I have known?

Look, I had to talk to someone
after everything that happened.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Jacoby's not at his residence
or any known location.

Looks like he went off-grid.

We're gonna have to track him down.

Look, I... (STAMMERS) I didn't mean
for any of this to happen.

Look, you did the right thing coming here.

Only after the fact.

(STAMMERS) What if I can't change?

What if I can't be anything more than...
(INHALES SHARPLY)

A criminal?

-MOZZIE: Goodnight Cinderella.
-What?

Oh, it's a drug. Goodnight Cinderella.

It's most likely
what Summers spiked your drink with.

Very popular
with the working girls of Rio.

I've heard stories.

-You've heard them or have them?
-What's the difference?

The difference is
you've been using my towels.

-What did you put in my fridge?
-Oh, I made some hongeo.

-Can you please unmake it?
-It's a delicacy.

It's a rotted Korean skate fish.
Fantastic with, um, kimchi and rice wine.

I thought you'd like some.

All right, if you are gonna live here,
you can no longer cook here.

-Jealous of my refined palate?
-I am surprised that one even exists.

Goodnight Cinderella. You were saying.

Oh! It's a combination of GHB,
ketamine and flunitrazepam.

The girls give it to their johns,

and then they do whatever they want
while under the influence. Um...

Empty out their bank accounts,
hand them the keys to their car.

Next day, most guys
don't recall anything happening.

They just chalk it up
to having too much fun.

And you think Summers knows about this?

Well, anything's possible
with pharmacology.

She's a psychiatrist.
She does have a degree in the field.

She's working with
so many so-called criminals.

She could've picked up a trick or two.

I need to find out what I told her.
I could've told her everything.

And not just about this case.

What if I said something about Hagen?
Or Siegel?

There's a way to find out. RMT.
Recovered memory therapy.

-What do you know about it?
-It's simple.

I drink too much wine, I forget things.

In order to remember them,
I drink more wine.

I'm sure you do.

To recover a memory,
it's often most effective

to recreate the conditions
one was experiencing

at the time of that memory's loss.

So what you're saying is
I need to go back down the rabbit hole?

(SIGHS)

Look, even if I were gonna consider this,

would you be able to
find this stuff on the street?

No, of course not.

I'd have to make it for you.

You're sure this is the exact combination
that Summers used?

Mmm. Pretty sure.

One of the few certainties in life

is that persons of certainty
should certainly be avoided.

That does not make me feel better.

Okay, I made a few modifications.

I added a mild stimulant
to prolong your vision quest.

Oh, great.

The more time you spend awake
in this altered state,

the better our chances of success.

And there are no lasting effects.

No, in fact, you'll be in complete control
of your faculties,

thanks to my added potassium stimulant.

As long as I wake up when it's over.

Neal, you'll be fine.
I am your Sherpa guide.

Your spirit animal

for this fantastic voyage
you're about to embark upon.

Trust me. This is the solution.

Boa noite, Cinderella.

(GLASSES CLINK)

(EXHALES)

MOZZIE: (ECHOING) Remember the office.
The shapes, the textures, the view.

Dr. Summers is sitting across from you.

She's waiting for you
to lose your inhibitions.

What is she saying?

I'm ready to begin when you are.
Take a deep breath, and stay calm.

You won't remember what you tell me
once the narcotic wears off.

Did she ask you any questions?

Yeah, she wanted...

She wanted to...

What does the FBI know?

Everything.

What can the FBI prove?

(SCOFFS)

Nothing.

Did you ask her any questions?

Yeah.

You stole the $2 million. Why?

For the same reason you steal.

BOTH: Because it was there.

(CORK POPS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

This isn't gonna work.
I can't think straight.

That's exactly the point. Think circular.

No, I mean Summers.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
She was right. I'm not reformed.

I mean, I like doing the things I do.

I like working with Peter,
I like working with the FBI.

-Okay, that's simply the drugs talking.
-But I also like working against them.

I like doing things I shouldn't,
and I don't feel guilty,

I don't feel remorse,
I don't feel anything except...

Okay, too much stimulant.

Maybe you should take
some of the solution, too.

Yeah, it could help you remember.

-Remember what?
-(ECHOING) Who you are.

What are you doing here, Moz?

You should be out on the streets
rebuilding yourself.

You are smart, you are resourceful.

You can do anything
without a height requirement.

It isn't so easy.

Has Big Brother really finally
just cornered you into defeat?

I'm gonna get a pen
and write some of this down for research.

Go.

Okay, we should take it...

Oh, no.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Burkes.
-Neal.

What are you doing here?

No. I just came
to get some stuff off my chest.

I was in seventh grade,
I didn't know any better,

but the money was
sticking out of her purse,

and, boop, mine.

It was the same thing
with the Garrido self-portrait in Belize.

I mean,
I wasn't taking that out of a purse.

It was more like a highly secured wing
of a Central American antiquities center.

Am I talking too much?

-Is he okay?
-I have no idea.

I am conducting an experiment.

I am trying to remember
what I said to Summers

when I was under...

-It's hot in here.
-What did you do?

I talked to Mozzie,
and he gave me a solution,

and I drank that solution.

(NEAL BREATHING HEAVILY)

-I don't understand.
-(SIGHS)

He drugged himself
in some ridiculous experiment

to recreate what he said
to the psychiatrist.

Neal, are you hungry?

You look like you could use
something to eat.

I'm actually not hungry right now,

but if you have any of those
fantastic game hens you make,

maybe later.

No meat loaf, though. I'm not a fan.

-Honey, could you excuse us for a minute?
-Yeah.

Neal.

Do you know what happened to Siegel?

You're not answering my question. Siegel.

I don't know what happened, and...

What aren't you telling me, Neal?

-(DOOR OPENS)
-MOZZIE: Oh, good.

For the love of Thoreau,

you can't simply wander off
into the woods like that.

-Hey, Moz.
-What're you doing in my house?

He ran away like an impudent child
chasing after an untethered balloon.

What happened?

We tried something, and it worked.

He was starting to remember
parts of the conversation

when Summers had him under.

But you only have
about 15 minutes left, at best.

-Then he's gonna want nap time.
-(GROANS)

All right, let's do this.

-Neal.
-Yeah.

Take a deep breath.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

-Close your eyes.
-Yeah.

Just try to remember where you left off.

(ECHOING) What does the FBI know?

Summers asked me what the FBI knew.

She realized we have nothing.

What did she ask next?

She asked about...

Griffith. Will the FBI prosecute?

They will soon.

That's good, Neal. Stay focused.

After that, she stood up.

Where did she go?

To make a phone call.

Who did she call?

I saw the number she dialed.
It was a 212 area code.

Three fives.

Zero, one.

Two more digits, Neal.

Zero, one.

Eight, four.

Nice work.

Let's find out who she called.

(LINE RINGING)

(OVER VOICEMAIL)
This is Jacoby. Leave a message.

She called Shane Jacoby.

Neal, we're gonna have to...

Grab you a blanket.

I'll take him.

What, are you gonna carry him?

I'll have you know
I've been doing a lot of wrist curls.

You've done plenty. I'll take care of him.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Jones. Hey.

I want to see Griffith tomorrow,
and I'm gonna need you to come with me.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

-Now's not really a good time.
-Make time.

You don't know Shane Jacoby.

-I told you guys, no, I don't.
-Well, he may know about you.

Summers made contact with him yesterday.

I've told you everything that I can.

I'm really sorry, guys,
but you're gonna have to leave.

I have to pick up my kid from school.

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

Just had to follow up on this.

We're doing everything we can
to figure out what's going on here.

You don't waste our time, Mr. Griffith,
we won't waste yours.

-I'm telling you the truth.
-I believe you.

And I know that you have to see your kid,
so we'll be on our way.

If anything should come up,
you make sure you call us.

-(DOOR OPENS)
-You got it?

Yeah, yeah. Got it.

-We'll be in touch.
-(DOOR SHUTS)

All right, they're gone.

-Daddy, what's happening?
-It's okay, buddy.

Back up.

Yeah, he'll be okay.

As soon as you tell me
where you stashed my 2 million.

-Otherwise...
-Otherwise, what?

You put your hands in the air
and let go of that kid now.

-Peter, you good?
-Yeah, I'm good. Get him out of here.

Remember when I said we weren't done?

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANS)

Now we're done.

All right, the first time out,

Summers manipulates Griffith
to steal from Jacoby.

Then she turns it around.
She steers Jacoby towards Griffith.

It makes sense on her part.

Jacoby tries to kill Griffith,
lands himself in jail,

and she walks with the money.

There's still no physical evidence
pointing toward Summers.

Only psychological manipulation.

-What's our best option?
-(SIGHS)

Find the money,
which is probably well hidden,

or get a confession out of Summers,
which is all the more unlikely.

Not necessarily.

There's always a solution.

DR. SUMMERS:
I'm glad to see you're feeling better.

I got a new perspective on things.

Tell me about that.

Well, I can admit that I don't know
if I can control my natural impulses,

but that lack of control
doesn't make me feel helpless.

How does it make you feel, then?

Free.

So you admit
you still like to commit criminal acts.

I'm gonna commit one right now,
as a matter of fact.

Where's the money?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

The money you had Griffith steal.

(CHUCKLES)

You can play dumb all you want, Doctor,
but it won't last long.

The drugs will take effect soon.

That's not possible.

I removed the water bottles
and poured it myself.

(ECHOING) You'd be surprised
how easy it is to reseal a plastic lid.

Are you picking your fingernails, Doctor?

'Cause that would mean you're nervous.

-Are you nervous?
-(EXHALES) You can't do this to me.

Tell me where the money is.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

The FBI will never find it.

(ECHOING) No. They won't.

I am a criminal, after all.

You helped me realize that,
so thank you, Doctor.

All I need from you

is a confession.

I'm ready to begin when you are.

(GASPS)

Dr. Mara Summers, you're under arrest

for theft, possession of illegal narcotics
and malpractice.

-On the basis of what?
-Your confession.

DR. SUMMERS:
I knew Shane Jacoby stole that money.

Idiot may as well have had "guilty"
tattooed across his forehead.

I followed him to the vault
where he hid the cash.

This isn't legal. You drugged me.

I think you mean
you accidentally drugged yourself.

We're gonna do a tox screen on you
that's probably gonna match

the unprescribed cocktail
you dosed Neal with at his session.

And in trying to drug me again,
Peter's going with the theory

that you made the mistake
of switching bottles,

inadvertently harming yourself.

That sounds about right. Take her.

OFFICER: Ma'am.

You do understand you'll never be
anything more than what you are.

But at least I'm free,
which is more than I can say for you.

OFFICER: Come with me.

So that's it? I'm in the clear?

The Bureau is not pressing any charges

due to the psychological duress
you were under at the time.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Yeah, of course.

No, no, thank you for showing me

that guys like us can be
more than what we were.

Good luck.

(SIGHS)

PETER: Seems like he's feeling better.

Yeah. How about you?

How does it feel to close a case again?

I'm not so sure the case is closed.

Summers cracked
and told us where she hid the $2 million,

but when we went to retrieve it,
it wasn't there.

Good thing we got a confession.

You're telling me I can have this?

Consider it an apology
for all the things I said the other night.

They were things I needed to hear.

It's time to
rebuild the empire, my friend.

Mmm.

Word of caution. The bills are marked.

I can get 50 cents on the dollar.
Still a pretty good haul.

I figured it wouldn't be a problem.

This is illegally obtained contraband

from one of your very own Suit's
federal investigations.

So why'd you take it?

Because it was there.

"One day I'll find the right words,
and they will be simple."

-Kerouac.
-Yeah.

-Can't get much simpler than that.
-Not for guys like us.

Guys like us? You coming back to the life?

So what's your first plan of action?

Change the state of play.

I've been serving too many masters.
I'm through being everyone's puppet.

Hagen, the FBI.

Which strings exactly
do you plan on cutting?

When the time comes,

all of them.