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I haven't felt this giddy
since Herbie Hunnicutt and I

pooled our box tops and
sent away for the decoder ring
and the periscope.

Why is that?
What is this feeling?

You love treasures, Raymond.

And you don't?
Of course, you do.

Everyone loves
hidden treasures.

Yamashita's gold.

The Oak Island Money Pit.
Hell, even DB Cooper,

which was more of a mystery
and less of a treasure hunt,
really.

That's what you love,
the mystery.

Mystery! And you know why?
Robert Louis Stevenson.

Yes! Edgar Allen Poe.
The Gold Bug.

Oh, what a story!
It has everything.

A delirious search
for treasure,

the descent into madness,

along with cyphers, bugs,
a skull nailed to a tree.

What a yarn!
If he actually has

the locations
of the other coins,

this could be
a massive discovery...

Thank you, gentlemen.
You may go.

We got what I came for.

OFFICER 1:
Robert Navarro, MPD.

We need you to
open the door, please.

OFFICER 2: Let's go,
Bobby, open up.

OFFICER 1:
We're here with the super.
We're coming in, you hear?

Guy's constantly got people
coming and going,
music all night.

Sir, if you could
step outside.

I ain't waiting outside.
I know the rules.

What did he do, drugs?
It's drugs, right?

Bedroom's clear.

You find something wrong,
you gotta tell me.

That's how it works.

86-37 to central.
Domestic disturbance
on Fernwick.

Mark it unfounded.

DISPATCHER:
Copy, 86-37.

We have a 10-33
in your sector,
requesting backup.

All right, we're good, right?
Don't want no problems
with the cops.

You were robbed?
You?

I'm glad my misfortune
amuses you.

It's just the irony caught me
by surprise. Okay. So?

The very rare
1943 Lincoln penny that I

liberated from
Greyson Blaise was stolen.

The thief knew
where to find me,
he knew I had it.

Now he has it and I need
a little help to get it back.

You fooled us once
into helping you
acquire that penny.

I think we'll pass on
helping you re-acquire it.

The man we're looking for,
this man is on a quest.

Fantastic news.
The loan committee
approved an extension.

This is the new
payment schedule.

Should keep you
from defaulting

and allow you
to repair your truck.

I hear there was an accident.

REDDINGTON: He has killed
in service of it,

and unless we stop him,
he will kill again.
Care to hear more?

REDDINGTON: In recent years,
Federal Reserve notes issued

in the 1930s have
turned up in Manila
and Singapore.

"The United States of America
will pay to the bearer
on demand $100,000."

How many of these notes
are floating around?

None, according
to your government.

It denies issuing
any such notes,

and insists the few
that have turned up
are counterfeit.

I thought this was
about your penny.

It is.
Because without the pennies
we will never find the notes,

or the man who's
killing to get them.

This is never easy.

But your P&L statements
are not promising.

I'm afraid we have
no choice but to foreclose.

Please. I'll do anything.

"Pennies."
Wasn't there only one?

No, there are four. Bronze.
Minted in 1943.

Before stealing it,
you were willing
to spend $3 million

of our money to buy
one of the pennies at auction.

Collectors value them
because they believe they
were minted in error.

Bronze one-offs when
every other penny
was made of copper.

But what collectors
don't know, what makes
them truly valuable,

is not that
they were a mistake,
but that there is a code,

put there by the man
who minted them.
A map to a vast fortune.

The lost Federal Reserve
notes the Treasury claims
it never made.

Finding the long-lost notes
is a quest for the
financial holy grail.

Hundreds of millions
of dollars redeemable
upon request.

And the man who attacked
you knew this?

Aram, if you would.

Three security guards
murdered at the
Sharjah Museum in Dubai.

An Italian art collector dies
when his home is consumed
by a fire

set by an unknown arsonist.

And just last night,

an antiques dealer
murdered in Georgetown.

After informing
our Blacklister that I'd
arranged to meet with him.

That's how he got the where
and the when,
and he used it to ambush me.

COOPER: Three incidents.
Presumably only three pennies.

That leaves him one short.

You were once
an insurance investigator.

Yeah.

Funny.
I have a personal situation
involving a rare coin.

Perhaps we could
help each other.

Any indication he knows
where this last penny is?

No. And if he gets it,
he gets the code
and the treasure,

which means we need to locate
that penny before he does.

Our only interest
is in stopping this guy.

The treasure
is not our concern.

Don't be such a spoil sport.
This could be such fun.

Where's your
sense of adventure?

I think it sounds like fun.

Thank you, Aram.
That's the spirit.

Harold, you could learn
a thing or two from
your subordinates.

Mr. Church,

these are the men I was
telling you about,
from the insurance company.

Frank Dobbs.
Fairbanks and Heinz.

We underwrite
rare collectibles.

And, this is our...
Numistatic...

Numismatic expert.
Ben Farber.

I was here last when
you mounted the
Eliasberg Collection.

Yes, well... Patrick Church,
collections manager.

I understand this is
a matter of some urgency.

It's about the Lincoln penny
you have on display.

Is there somewhere
we could speak privately?

Like I said, we got the call,
the super let us take a look
around.

No sign of any problems.

And it was clean?
Just like this?

OFFICER 2: Just like this.

It's too clean.

Wyman, hey.
Singleton. That's right.

Don't worry about that,
the warrant's
in the works as we speak.

I need a team here now.
I want you to tear
this place apart.

ARAM: Okay, check this out.

I think I may have located
the fourth penny.

After the coins were minted,
they disappeared
for about 30 years.

No record of them anywhere.

But then, in 1975,
they started to appear
at auctions.

The missing penny was
last sold in 1984.

And according
to the bill of sale,

the man who bought it
passed away two years ago.

But did he have it
when he died?

Yes. And it was included in an
extensive art collection

that he left to the
University of Pennsylvania.

So they have the coin?
Yes, and no.

I spoke to the
head of donations
at the university

and she says the coin
is on loan
at the Gabor Museum.

Ressler and Navabi,
get to the museum,

find out what they know.

How did you become
aware of this?

A German auction house
sold a cast fake of a litra
from Sicily.

We have reason
to believe that forger

duplicated the 1943
coin you have on loan.

If so, you may be
able to help us
solve a case

that would eclipse
the Ready electrotypes
sold by the British Museum.

Can that even be possible?

These people, well,
they're very skilled.

But the estate provided us
with authentication.

If what you're saying is true,
should we be filing
a fraud claim?

Let's take this
one step at a time.
Is the coin here?

Might I be able to see it?

Of course. Amber.

I want prints
run on everything,

from the floorboards
to the light bulbs.

If this place was cleaned,
I wanna know how.

What chemicals.

What kind of rags were used.
Check every surface,

from the floorboards
to the light bulbs because
someone was here,

and I wanna know who.

Agent Keen! Please, uh...
Please tell me you're back.

Obviously you're here,
so you're back.

But are you back,
or just here?

I've missed you, too.

Mr. Reddington has us working
on this insane treasure hunt.

That sounds amazing...

No. Do you remember the penny
that he got at the auction...

I'm actually just here
to get something
out of the files.

Right.

Hey. What's that?

You need to come back.

I'm so sorry.
That's my fault, I didn't...

I got it.
I, uh...

Okay. You know,
it'd be a distraction.

"A distraction"?

From looking
for Tom's killers.

I don't see hunting
Blacklisters lightening
my emotional load.

Mr. Reddington's penny?
There are four of them.

Now, the Blacklister has
three out of the four of them

and Agents Ressler and Navabi
are en route to the
Gabor Museum to...

I hear it's going well
with Agent Navabi.

Talk about a distraction.

I'm here, not back.

Detective Singleton.
To what do I owe the pleasure?

Robert Navarro.
What about him?

Last we spoke,
I was under
the distinct impression

that you were looking for him.

And I got the impression
you didn't want me to.

So you didn't.
Even though you
believe that he works

for the man who killed
your husband.

I don't "believe," I know.

There was a report
of a domestic disturbance
at Navarro's place.

By the time we got there,
his apartment was cleaned,

Navarro was gone.

You think I'd murder
the one person who could
ID my husband's killer?

Did you?

I'm the last person
in the world who would
want Navarro dead.

Now, if there's
nothing more...

There isn't.

Not until we receive
results back from the lab.

"Results"?

From the bloody rag we
found in Navarro's apartment.

Whoever did kill him
left it behind.

CHURCH: What do you think?

I wouldn't want to say.

You don't think it's a fake?

I'd want Chandler at the INA
to look at this.

Run some tests...

So, it's a fake.

Amber, have security
take the piece to the safe.

Ruben, you need to notify
the board and pull
the chain of ownership.

Excuse us for a moment.

Gentlemen.

FRANK: What's going on?
Relax.

What do you mean, "relax"?
You know why they're here?

Excuse me.
Agents Ressler and Navabi,
FBI. What's going on?

Well, it seems we have
a situation about a piece
in our collection.

The Lincoln penny.

AMBER: Yes. How did you...
Who told you about this?

We were notified by
our insurance company,
their investigator.

His numismatic expert
is in my office.

I'm gonna need you to
pull the security feeds.

The expert,
can you take us to him?

WOMAN:
Please make your way
safely to the exit.

Your office is...

CHURCH: At the top
of those stairs.
Make a left.

Please make your way
safely to the exit
as quickly as possible.

Please make your way safely
to the exit.

Please make your way safely
to the exit...

* Do what with which
you can't explain
Or what you've never seen

* Take your ship
You own the ship
Your ship that's coming in

* Do what you can't, you can't
You can't, you can't
You can't you get it in?

* Do what you can't, you can't
You can't, you can't
You can't you take it in?

* Do what with which
you can't explain
Or what you've never seen

* Take your ship
You own the ship
Your ship that's coming in

* Do what you can't, you can't
You can't, you can't
You can't you get it in?

* Do what you can't, you can't
You can't, you can't
You can't you take it in?

* Do what you know
you've never been
It's really just a shame

* What you can and know it
Everyone is all the same

* If you can't get back again
You can change the way it is

* And what you can't
and where and all
You think will begin

* Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

* Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh *

You don't have the penny?

COOPER: Nor the Blacklister.

But it was there.

MPD booked the penny
into evidence.

They won't let us check it out
without a court order.

MPD was there before you?

They received a tip that the
coin was going to be stolen.

A tip from whom?

Anonymous.

MPD pulled a print
off the coin book.

With luck, it'll help us
get an ID on the thief.

The thief
is your concern, Harold.

Retrieving that penny is mine.

The FBI is not going
to help you break into
a police evidence vault.

No, I wouldn't think so,
Harold.

Let's go to Elizabeth's.

REDDINGTON: I've been
looking for you.

Aram told me the penny
from Lake Como
is actually a treasure map.

Do I have that right?
Are you on some
insane treasure hunt?

Apparently, I'm not
the only one.

He also thought a hunt
would be
a good distraction for me.

I said no,
but to tell you the truth,

I could use
a bit of a distraction
right about now.

He said you were
looking for me.
I hope it's to help.

I've cautioned you that in
your pursuit of Tom's killer

you need to restrain
your darker impulses.

Which I've done. Mostly.
More or less.

The help I need violates
the spirit of that advice.

I wouldn't even ask for it
if it wasn't critical.

The answer is yes.

You haven't even
heard the question.

You're my father.
You need my help.

It's not like you're
gonna ask me to get rid
of a body or anything.

As a result
of an anonymous tip,
the MPD has the penny.

I could use your help
to get it back.

Well, if it's evidence
from a crime scene,

they keep it downtown
in the evidence vault.

Which Harold has shown
no inclination to access
on my behalf.

They also keep evidence
from Class-3 felonies.

Rape, robbery and homicide.

Tom's evidence.

LIZ: Yes. Now, I don't have
my badge anymore,

so maybe the best way
to get your penny out

is for me to put evidence
from that case in.

Do you have any?

No, but I can make some.

Any word from the lab?

You excited or worried?

Appreciative
of what you're doing.

The rag wasn't booked
into evidence until
after the morning pickup.

Lab won't get it
until tomorrow.

I know you think
I'm standing in your way.
I'm not trying to.

I hope this helps you
see that.

I, uh, finally got the courage
to go through Tom's things,

and I found this
in his jacket pocket.

It's locked and
I don't have the passcode.

But maybe one of your
techs can pull the records

and it might give you a lead.

Anything yet?
No.

Remind me again
what it is that we think
we're doing here?

LIZ: The phone acts as
a passive packet-sniffer.

It's a trick Tom taught me.

A "packet Ugh.

The FBI uses them.
I'm sure your tech people
know all about them.

It can intercept
and log traffic that passes
over a digital network.

It is an absolute mystery
to me how these gadgets work.

The Dick Tracy phones,
these Blueteeth connections.

Quite frankly,
I miss the rotary phone.

Except for that zero.
Watching that zero
crawl back...

Oh, my God, it was painful.

We have the code.
Great. Now all
we have to do

is figure out
how to get inside.

The lab got an ID from
the print in the coin book.
Abraham Stern.

ARAM: "Stern, Abraham J."
He's a loan officer

at the Republic Commerce Bank
in Manhattan.

I don't understand.
I did everything you asked.

Yes, and you did marvelously.

ARAM: If you're
upside-down on your loan,

Stern tries to work out
a new payment schedule.

But sadly,
now the police are involved.

The linen truck that hit
Mr. Reddington's car,

that company is
a client of Stern's bank.

And the insurance investigator
that paid a visit
to the Gabor Museum,

he's also a client
risking foreclosure.

So, he threatens bankruptcy
unless you help him
commit crimes?

Ressler, Navabi,
get to the bank.
Find him and bring him in.

Well, I won't say anything.

I'm terribly sorry.

I couldn't possibly
take that chance.

Hey. Thanks again
for doing this.

Okay, let's just be clear
about one thing.

This is no favor,
this is a J-O-B.

The check, as they say,
better be in the mail.

Yes. I told you twice already.
Why are you stalling?

I don't like pills.

You'll be fine.
You got your ID
on you, right?

Okay. I will meet you
at the hospital.

Tell you the truth,

I'm sort of looking forward
to getting out of the house,

having some time
away from Mom.

That hospital's gonna be like
a five-star resort.

Three squares and a remote,
juice with a bendy straw.

Between you, me,
and the vending machine,

I've always had a fantasy
about a nurse handling my...
Oh, my...

Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
Something's wrong.

He came up to me
at the vending machine,

he said he was
short of breath.
Is he gonna be okay?

He's having a heart attack.
Call an ambulance.

Do you have any aspirin?
Isn't he supposed
to take aspirin?

I don't know.
Maybe in my purse.

You're gonna be all right.

I found the aspirin.
Does he need it?

Is he gonna be okay?

COOPER: You stole the penny.

We've discussed this.

Your interest is in Stern,
my interest
is in his treasure.

Which you can't get to without
the pennies in his possession.

Which means you're
looking for him, too.

Harold, always a pleasure.

We raided the bank
he works at,
and at home.

Stern's in the wind,
but he'll come out
for that penny.

Yes, I believe he will.

You cut a deal.

No, but I hope to.

Okay.

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

Mr. Reddington.

Once the professor
decodes the cypher,

what guarantee do I have
you won't double

You seem quite capable
of guaranteeing
your own safety.

Nevertheless, I need some
kind of assurance.

Fine. Sentiment.
This is your inheritance.

I wouldn't dream of taking
more than 50%.

You have one penny.

I have three. 75-25.

Sentiment only goes so far.

So, how do you know
about my father?

Do we have a deal or not?

REDDINGTON: Other than
secreting away a fortune
and hiding its whereabouts

in the pennies he minted,
I know curiously little
about your father.

Usually the person who creates
a legend becomes legendary.

Why not him?

My father was...

A little man with big dreams.

He worked for the
Treasury Department in Denver,

started out as an apprentice.

His goal was to become
a master engraver.

But then...

Then the Federal Reserve
notes went missing.

He had access,
so he was a suspect
but was never charged.

They punished him anyway.

Demoted him
to the maintenance staff,

gave him a little office
in the boiler room.

He worked weekends. Holidays.

Sometimes he slept
on a cot down there.

Then, in '43, the mint made
security upgrades.

The same year he put
the cypher on the coins.

Within the year,
he was let go.

My father spent the rest
of his life living
in the shadow of a crime

nobody could prove
he committed.

He died a broken man.

Penniless.

A lowly maintenance worker.

And yet, what he did is...

Legendary.

What he allegedly did.

Sometimes I wonder
if that's all there is...

A legend.

If the pennies hold the
secret to your inheritance,

why didn't your father
give them to you?

He did. In his will.

But at the time, I was
a snot-nosed 16-year-old,

and to me, he was a failure

who'd been accused of
a crime he had nothing
to show for.

So I spent them on candy.
Four Fireballs.

Whoops.

The next month,
his executor gave me a letter
my father had left for me.

That's when I learned

that the pennies were
the key to a great treasure.

And you've spent the past
40 years looking for it.

I've lied, I've cheated...
I've killed in pursuit of it.

I believe my father
was a criminal.

And I assume
he left me the pennies
so I wouldn't become one.

And yet here you are.

The apple never
falls very far, does it?

PROFESSOR: The coins
are a topographical map

depicting a specific
set of geoinformatics.

Look at this. Lincoln's face
isn't a face at all,

but a topographical
representation
of a mountain range.

Your father
was a talented man.

PROFESSOR: The front range
of the Rocky Mountains.

From Pikes Peak
through Squaw Mountain.

And these cross-hatchings,
they're not
random imperfections,

but intentionally
placed etchings.

One set is meaningless.

When you begin
to layer the images,

map begins to depict
a grid system.

Denver.

PROFESSOR: Circa 1943.
And look at this.

The motto
of the United States.

E pluribus unum.
"Out of many, one."

PROFESSOR: The letters
on each coin
have imperfections,

but when you layer them...

The boiler room
where he used to work.

He did steal the money,
he just couldn't get it out.

So he hid it
right under their noses.

I've imagined robbing the mint
of the money they make,

but never of a fortune they
don't even know they have.

But this is a treasure hunt,
and if that's where
X marks the spot,

what do you know
about the Denver Mint?

STERN: The Mint
was built in 1897.

The boiler room's
in the basement.

It hasn't been used
since renovations

were done in '43 abandoning
the old boiler room.

PROFESSOR: Construction
documents show it was sealed
off during the renovations.

No doors. No windows.
A new vault blocks
the only entrance.

What about
the air

STERN: The ducts
could give us access

if we were pencil-thin
and weighed under 50 pounds.

We're not getting in
through the ducting.

Production supplies,
trash and food deliveries
pass through daily,

but all require IDs.

We'd need a hell of a story
to get through the gate.

REDDINGTON: We'd still
have to contend
with the surveillance.

STERN: Which is extensive.

Cameras
on the production floor,
cameras in the halls.

PROFESSOR:
What about the vault?

The only way
into the boiler room
is through that vault.

REDDINGTON: Which is made
of steel and concrete.

So, this is the holding vault?

Yes. When banks hand over
their mutilated bills,

they're brought here to have
their authenticity validated

before being shredded
and sent to waste-energy
facilities for disposal.

PROFESSOR:
Sixteen-inch-thick concrete.

Concrete that can only
be accessed from inside
the vault, which means...

No water supply.
We'd have to dry cut
with diamond blades.

The place is a fortress.
Even if you could
get past the walls

and cameras and guards,
which you can't,
you'd still have to

get into the safe,
and the only thing
they let in there is cash.

Not just any cash.
Random. Untraceable.

The kind you find
in a money-laundering
operation.

Heddie! I need a tally
of our current cash reserves.

Are you frickin' nuts?
That's everything we have.

REDDINGTON: Will it work?

Needs paint. The right decals.
But yeah, we can make it work.

REDDINGTON:
We'll need uniforms.

My old client at the bank
says IDs are in the works.

Y-eaz-ou c-eaz-an't
tr-eaz-ust h-eaz-im.

Eaz-I eaz-a-gr-eaz-ee.

Y-eaz-ou d-eaz-o-eaz-ing
th

In case it's not obvious...
I'm standing right here.

My associate thinks you might
betray me. What do you think?

I think you're the reason
I'm finally going to realize
my lifelong dream.

I would never betray you.
On my father's grave.

See? On the grave
of his father.

Don't do this.

Heddie, please,
just get the cash.

You're not on the list.

We just drove straight
from the Reserve Bank.

You're not on the list.
Run the badge.
We're on the list.

He thinks we're
here to rob the place.

Hey, you got us.
We're here to rob you.

That's why we're bringing
eight million bucks
into the Mint.

Please, can we move it along,
we got another
run up to Golden.

I'd love to beat the traffic.

Here it is.

Yeah.

I'm afraid your associate
was right.

So much
for your father's grave.

Your gun belt, please.

I'm sorry, Raymond.
I've come to like you,
I really have,

but this is my birthright,
not yours.

So if it's not
too much trouble,
please, get in the truck.

Any problems?
Badge worked like a charm.
Let's go.

Let's go.

I knew we couldn't
trust that guy.

Right as always, Heddie.
Is everything in place?

Everything but my lady-bits.
I don't know
how these cops do it.

REDDINGTON:
Let's go to work.

* Oooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh ooh

* Take a look around the room

* Love comes wearing disguises

Don't move!

Zip 'em up
and clear the room.

Everybody up
and face the wall.

Line up.

Move!

Hands behind your back.

* Very specific taste

* Y-Y-You're just my type

Morning, boys.

* Y-Y-You're just my type

* Ooh, I think it's time
that we get leaving

* Y-Y-You're just my type

* Oooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh ooh

* When there's loving
in the air

* Don't fight it
Just keep breathing

* I can't help myself
but stare

* Double check
for double meanings

* I'm a man who's got
very specific taste

* Y-Y-You're just my type

* Oh, you got a pulse,
and you are breathing

* Y-Y-You're just my type

* Ooh, I think it's time
that we get leaving

* Y-Y-You're just my type

* Oooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh ooh

Get the bags.

You should've seen
the look on the boys' faces
at the shop when I told 'em

I was gonna run
two of these jacked
into the V8 of this bad boy.

Sure it'll work?
Oh, it's gonna suck.

* Oooh, oo-oo-ooh, ooh ooh

* Y-Y-You're just my type

What's that?
What's happening?

Ugh!

I don't know, Red.

It'll work. Turn it up.

* Ooh, I think it's time
that we get leaving

* Y-Y-You're just my type

We're in business.

* Don't fight it
Just keep breathing

Hello, Harold.

Excuse the rush,
I'm on a clock.

But I wanted to let you know,

I discovered what our friend
Abraham Stern is up to.

Oh. And what is that?

He's robbing the Denver Mint.

* Y-Y-You're just my type

Find out what's going on!
Turn it off! Go!

I'm sorry, he's doing what?
That was my reaction!

The gall.
I told him he'd never
get away with it,

but he seemed
quite determined.

What's that noise?
Where are you?

There's a hell
of a racket here.
Harold

Are you telling me
that Stern's father's treasure
is in the Mint?

He's certainly convinced so,

but the more I think about it,

I'm not so sure there's
any treasure at all.
I mean, treasure

Who knows? Either way,
I'm afraid I can't chat,

I've got my hands full
with a bit
of a plumbing problem.

Good luck with Stern.
I have faith in you, Harold,
you always get your man!

Reddington says Stern's
robbing the Denver Mint.

The Mint?
And something tells me
Reddington's not far behind.

Notify the Denver field office
and get there.

Find out
what the hell's going on.

I think we got company.

Morgan, how long?

I have no idea.
I think we're gonna
need more vans.

No!

* Y-Y-You're just my type

* Ooh, I think it's time
that we get leaving *

We're out of time.
Shut it down.

MORGAN: Are you kidding me?

* Take a look around me

* Taking pages from a magazine

* Been looking for the answer

* Ever since we were 17

* You know, the truth
can be a weapon

* To fight this world
of ill intentions

* A new answer
to the same question

* How many times will you
learn the same lesson?

* 'Cause we're gonna
be legends

* Gonna get their attention

* What we're doing here...

Congratulations, Harold.
You got your man.

And you got your treasure.
I don't know how,
but I know you did.

And the pennies?

Returned to their
rightful owners.

All except the one
that you lifted from
Greyson Blaise.

Name your price, Harold.

It's too high for you.

Try me.

The truth.

Abraham Stern's father
committed the crime
of the 20th century.

I just committed
the crime of the 21st.

Except it isn't a crime.

Hundreds of millions in
Federal Reserve notes,

payable on demand,
which the Treasury
says don't exist.

The Mint said
nothing was stolen.

And so the treasure
myth lives on.

I appreciate you
telling me that truth.

But it isn't the one
I was looking for.
The evidence locker.

What about it?

What you took,
aside from the penny.

I didn't take anything else.

Evidence was logged in
material to the disappearance
of Robert Navarro,

a person of interest
in the death of Tom Keen.

You didn't take it?

No, I did not.

* Oh, oh

* Ooh, a legend *

Ooh-la-la!

This one says, "Dear Glen,
glad you're okay
and recovering well.

"Thank you for
all you do. RR."

A secret admirer. One of many.

"PS, To whom it may concern,
Glen is a licentious cur."

What?

I don't know what
"licentious" means...

But I'm pretty sure
he meant it as a compliment.

Is everything okay?
Dembe said it was urgent.

You're to be congratulated.

I may be old,
but I'm not an old fool,

and you completely
hoodwinked me.
And Harold.

He thinks I stole
a bloody rag from evidence.

Right. About that...

You were the anonymous tip.

You told the MPD that
the penny was about
to be stolen.

You knew if they stopped
the robbery in progress,

they'd book the penny
into evidence.

And you didn't call me
to help me steal the penny,

or to distract you from
your obsession with
Tom's killer,

you called me to help me
help you retrieve a rag
covered in your blood.

Evidence that might've
convicted you of murdering
Robert Navarro.

I did not intend to kill him,

I intended to get him
to identify Tom's killer.

He got the upper hand,
there was a fight.

Where's the body?

Cooper says it's
a missing person's case.

But if they
find that corpse...

That's not gonna happen.

I'd like to make sure of that.

I already have.

And in the process,
I discovered Navarro
had a glass eye.

Look at that.

Wait till you see this.

Some kind of
next-gen technology.

I'm sorry I tricked you.
I had no idea what else to do.

But now I do,
and I need your help to do it.

Will you help me?

Of course, I'll help you.

What?

Oh!

Your penny.

Wait, does this mean you found
your treasure, or no?

I've had my eye on
a castle in Trieste.

I'm flying over there
in an hour to make
a ridiculously large offer.

Care to join me?

Ah, Bernard!

You look incomplete.

I just can't believe
that's it.

Found in a trunk,
gathering dust in Surrey.

Hidden treasure indeed.

Authentication papers
are inside.

Ah, as promised.

Wait, wait. You're gonna use
your penny to buy that?

A bargain at twice the price.

That penny's worth $3 million!

And this is
Winston Churchill's hat.

The Homburg he wore
during the Blitz.

Under its brim,
he beat back Hitler
with style, and grace, and...

Unwavering confidence.

I'm an eager,
if unworthy, heir.

What do you think? Be brutal.

It's... Kind of amazing.

I'll take "amazing."