Realists don't fear the results of their study.
Then why don't you find me more favorable results, dostoyevsky?
I hit everybody who would or could know about the damn music box.
Nothing's coming up. Well, keep looking.
Mozz.
Your anonymous chess opponent again.
Why aren't you more curious about who's sending them?
I like the mystery. Your girlfriend's missing.
You can't find the one thing that might free her.
One could say there's enough mystery in your life.
Where's the postmark from on this one? There isn't one.
There isn't one?
As in someone hand-delivered this card to your door?
This is odd. The other cards are blank.
The new one has a picture of the museum of natural history on it.
A good mystery makes life interesting. You know the Chinese curse.
May you live in interesting times. You know that's the first of two curses.
What's the other one?
May you find what you're looking for.
What's the move? Uh, knight to d-7.
Neal: Knight to d-7.
You've done this move before, haven't you?
Mozz, I know who I'm playing.
Keller. This was our last game.
Keller.
Looks like he's in New York.
Who won? I don't know.
We never finished playing.
Peter. Neal.
You're here early.
So are you.
What you doing?
Research.
Peter: "Heist of the American museum of natural history."
Not your normal hotbed of crime and intrigue.
Yeah, it's probably nothing. Hold on.
Interesting list of items stolen.
Antique cork duck decoys from the store room.
They also took wax-sealed supply list and French soil samples...
That belonged to Dr. John bartram.
Father of American botany.
Just playing a hunch? Ah, they already have a suspect.
They caught a guy stuffing his backpack. It's...
Manuel Campos. He's out on bail today.
Maybe we should go talk to him.
I think it's great you've taken an interest in a small-time museum heist.
History is important.
Duck decoys and French soil samples.
You don't want me looking into this. Why?
Don't waste your time with a hunch. Cut the crap. What's going on here?
Look, I'm being honest with you, Peter. I don't know yet.
There's something bigger going on.
I don't believe Campos is the mastermind. Neither do you.
Who's pulling the strings and why do I give a damn?
I have a theory.
Look out. Look out.
Neal: That's Campos. Oh, my god, Manuel! Aah!
You're gonna tell me what the hell is going on.
Peter: Right.
Manuel camposjust died in icu.
His wife's a mess. Says she didn't see the driver.
N.y.p.d.'s out of leads. Tell me who's responsible for this.
His name's Matthew Keller. He's the blue-collar version of me.
Keller. He's been on our radar before. And he always slipped off.
Interpol has linked him to everything from arms smuggling to stolen antiquities.
Yeah, but they never had anything more than hearsay.
Keller's never been caught.
Who is he? Some kind of rival of yours?
More like an opponent.
We met at the grand casino.
Cut our teeth in Monaco working the world backgammon finals.
Last I heard he pulled the Stockholm airport robbery.
He drove right up to a flight unloading krugerrands.
Left fake bombs on the runway so no one could follow.
You met him playing backgammon?
It was simpler times.
If this is Keller...
I'm guessing he posted Campos' bail so he could get rid of him.
All right.
What's with the museum heist, the cork and the wax?
It was a bet Keller and I made a long time ago.
Counterfeit a bottle of wine owned by Ben Franklin.
You and your wine. That's why people are dying on the street?
Marie-antoinette gave Franklin a bottle of chateau du munn.
It's rumored to be in private hands, but it's never gone to auction.
The point is the Franklin bottle can't be counterfeited.
So it's a challenge. Figure out who can pull off the impossible.
May the best man win.
I don't care about your rivalry. If he's my killer, I want him.
Let's check around. Let's see if there's any chatter on this bottle.
Mr. Cattigan.
Sir Roland cattigan.
Sir cattigan, you know about this Franklin bottle?
Yes. A seller will be presenting it on Friday.
And we will be adding it to weatherbys auction.
Who is the seller?
May I ask why the FBI wants to know?
It's a forgery. Oh, that's quite impossible.
The Franklin bottle... Can't be faked, ever.
Well, my seller wishes to remain anonymous.
Then you're gonna have to disappoint him.
Tell me, agent, do you fashion yourself a wine aficionado?
I like a good Pinot now and then.
Pinot. You've seen sideways.
Your point? My point is...
That my palate is insured by Lloyd's of London for a million Euros.
My point is that you don't understand the subtleties of my business.
I think I do.
Word gets out a high-profile bottle like this is fake, you're done.
Now, I don't wanna shut your business down...
And search your premises with a warrant...
But I will.
I don't know the seller.
But the broker for the bottle is a woman named grace Quinn.
I believe I am.
What's this? My search warrant.
Put me down for moo shu pork.
I'm a bad influence.
Our broker's name is grace Quinn.
Says here that she runs an upscale wine cellar called bin 903.
Think we can link her to Keller?
Let me talk to her. What?
You can't go asking around with a badge. You'll scare him off.
I'll tell her I'm representing a client who's interested in the bottle...
See what I can dig up.
You know where to find me.
Always do. All right.
Chateau latour, mouton rothschild, a case of petrus, 1945.
That's a serious collection.
Look, my client doesn't want his ex-wife or the IRS to know about his holdings.
That's not uncommon. We're very discreet here.
If you'd like to bring him by...
I'm hosting a private wine tasting to celebrate weatherbys' annual sell.
Does that invite extend to me? Heh. Heh.
If you bring your client, it does.
We'll be opening some rare bottles.
All right, I'll see what I can do.
My client is a very cautious man.
It'll help if I can give him a firsthand account of the facilities.
Any chance I can get a tour?
Of course.
Right this way.
As you'll see, our vault is state-of-the-art.
Humidity is at a constant 62 percent. Temp at 50 degrees fahrenheit.
Nice.
Ooh. Sorry about that. Ha, ha.
It's okay. That's what it's here for.
We change the code every day.
Good. I noticed you don't have surveillance cameras.
We consider our clients' anonymity to be top priority.
I assume it's something a cautious man like your client would appreciate.
Well, you assume right, grace.
Chateau du munn, post-French revolution.
Nice. Who's the collector?
Heh. I can't say.
Wouldn't happen to be the same individual who will auction Franklin bottle on Friday?
I can't comment on that bottle.
But, uh, no.
It's not the same individual.
Seems more his speed.
That I can neither confirm nor deny.
Let's be honest with each other. I know you're brokering the sale.
You shouldn't.
If I didn't, I wouldn't be very good at my job, miss Quinn.
Your client must be well connected.
That I can neither confirm nor deny.
I'd love to meet the seller of the bottle sometime.
He's been here recently, hasn't he?
What makes you say that?
A man of his taste, I'm sure he has an appreciation for history, as do I.
May I? Be my guest.
"King's crown.
A tavern once frequented by George Washington.
Now long buried under water street."
Fascinating.
I get the message.
What's up, Peter? How did your chat go with miss Quinn?
Ah, I didn't find anything on Keller. Think he finished the forgery?
Maybe. I don't know. Did you find anything on your end?
I might know why he's running this scam and it's got nothing to do with you.
Am I supposed to feel relieved? I would be.
I contacted Interpol. Their sources say he's got a big bull's-eye on his back.
Yeah? Yeah.
That Stockholm heist he pulled, it was bankrolled with Russian mob money.
Comrades got a little upset when he skipped Europe without giving them their cut.
If they catch him, they'll kill him.
Unless he promised the Russians their money back and then some.
He's gonna pay off his debt with the money from the bottle. Heh.
I want you here first thing in the morning. I wanna find Keller before they do.
Me too.
Neal: Matthew Keller.
See you got my postcards.
Thanks for keeping in touch.
We never did get to finish our game.
Aren't you curious to see who wins?
Not anymore.
Manuel Campos died today.
I'm sorry. Who? Your thief.
He had a wife.
Still afraid to get dirty, huh, Caffrey?
Neal: Violence requires no imagination.
Anyone can uso a gun or a car.
That's why you'll always be second-rate.
You're too weak to do what's necessary to get what you want.
Including Kate, from what I heard.
Nice try.
But you officially lost that one.
You were in prison for what, four years?
Missed a lot of Valentine's days.
I forgot how endearing it was when she talks in her sleep.
I should've warned you, but we're, uh, at the edge of your leash here.
Might wanna take it easy.
Imagine how I felt when I discovered that you of all people...
Were working for the feds.
I step fonnard and a dozen FBI agents will be here in minutes.
That right? Be my guest.
The only one they'd have sufficient cause to arrest is you.
Really?
Trespassing? Ugh.
Come on, Neal. You're clutching at straws here.
Neal: They got al Capone on tax evasion.
You flatter me with the comparison.
What do you want? I wanna play the game.
The Franklin bottle?
Yeah. I wanna know who's the best.
You already submitted yours for the auction.
Guess you won.
You never could follow through, Caffrey.
That's why Kate went looking for something else.
I'll give you the first piece.
Now let's play the game.
You got 10 days.
What is this? A challenge.
Okay, where'd you get it? Keller.
He wants a face-off.
Gave me the first piece to forge my own Franklin bottle.
Awfully sporting of him. Well, not exactly.
Gave himself a big head start.
Why do I get the feeling this isn't about the bottle?
Mozz. It's about Kate.
It always was between you and Keller. Like he ever had a chance.
Doesn't matter what it was about. Keller killed a man.
Oh, sure, sure. Now you're the noble warrior.
Okay, what's the plan? I'm gonna beat him.
He gave me the bottle.
Now we need to fill it, cork it, seal it and label it.
You like scavenger hunts?
I've been known to uncover an easter egg or two in my time.
What's on the list?
You saw Keller? Neal: I did.
Damn it, Neal. We could've done this right.
I could've taken him down. On what, exactly?
He's completely clean. That's how he works.
Doesn't take away that you should've cleared it with me first.
You're right. I should have.
You should have.
Weatherbys received Keller's bottle this morning.
It's good. Peter: Yeah.
It's also our only piece of evidence linking Keller to Campos' murder.
And it's locked in a vault.
Might as well be at the Atlantic ocean, considering how circumstantial all of this is.
I'm assuming a takeout menu won't fly this time.
Nope.
Unless we can convince him it's a fake.
That cattigan guy won't stop the auction just because we claim it's a fake.
And we need proof that it is.
We can submit a Franklin bottle of our own.
There's only one bottle in existence, right?
If I turn in a fake just as good as Keller's, they'll test them both.
What kind of test? Standard stuff.
Carbon-date the cork, run a molecular test on the wax...
Spectroscopic refraction on the glass.
Stuff they got from the museum heist. Right.
His bottle will pass those. And so will mine.
That'll force the auction house to run a cesium test.
They don't like to run them, because they're so expensive.
It's a way to determine the age of the wine inside the bottle without opening it.
Cesium 137 doesn't exist in nature.
After they detonated the first atomic bomb, it spread around the world.
Anything bottled before 1945... Like the real Franklin bottle.
Right... is cesium free.
Keller's bottle has it. It's a fake.
Can't I get hundred-year-old wine and fill it up?
There's the rub.
They'd know you just added it. The oxygen content would be too high.
That's why it can't be forged.
And you think you can beat this cesium test?
No, nobody can. It's impossible.
And that's the beauty of it. You force the test, you both fail.
It proves that Keller's bottle is a counterfeit. We got him on fraud.
Yeah, it's not murder, but it's a start.
How you gonna put the bottle together? I already got a man on it.
How's it coming? Aah!
Mozz, overreact much? What are you gonna do with tweezers?
The shinobi ninja can fashion a weapon out of anything.
You're not a ninja. That's exactly what I want you to believe.
How's the bottle coming?
Oh, I, uh, paid offa guard at that maritime exhibit...
For French cork made before the industrial revolution.
We got our newspaper. This is a New York gazette from 1785.
They use it for insulation in the walls at the colonial ale house.
That's perfect.
There's only one egg missing from our basket.
Preferably 18th-century beeswax from the chateau du munn vineyard.
Grace, Keller's broker, has a few chateau du munn in her vault.
How much wax do we need? Not much.
I can make it work with just a few shavings.
How's the security there?
Keypad with a rotating code, biometric scanner plate.
Oh, we can ju... With pulse monitor.
Oh, that makes it trickier. So how do you get in?
Have her open the door.
Foryou?
For my client, Carlton leed.
Who's that?
No. That's your favorite word, isn't it?
It's a classic. Nope, never, forget about it.
What makes you think...
I would break into anyplace with you and steal anything?
We are not breaking in. You'll be shown around.
And we're not stealing anything...
Of value.
All I need are some wax shavings.
It's like taking a lock of hair from the floor of a barber shop.
Theft is theft. I'm a ci, not an agent.
I don't have the same restrictions. Call this one a gray area.
Nada. Comeon
you can get all dressed up...
Hobnob with pretty people, drink a fine glass of port.
From everything you know about me...
What makes you think I'd enjoy any of what you just said?
Because this is about catching a killer.
A wax shaving for a murderer.
This won't affect the value of anything in grace's collection?
Nope, no, nada.
You know, for the record, I hate port. It's syrupy.
There will be other options.
I still say this tie is ridiculous.
It's Italian. And it looks good.
I should be flossing my teeth with it, not wearing it around my neck.
The sooner we can get grace to show us the cellar...
The sooner you can get back to your favorite pair of sweatpants.
Now, I know wine isn't your thing. It's a tasting, Neal.
You nose a bottle, take a sip...
And say something pretentious, like rich with nice body.
Speaking of.
You made it. You must be Mr. Leed.
Please, call me Carlton. Grace Quinn.
I hear you're a man of discriminating taste.
I hope we find something to your liking today.
Ha, ha. Love your tie.
She loves the tie.
We'll be starting with a 1985 chateau petrus pomerol.
Great year. You're not holding back.
What do you think?
I'd say it's, uh, woodsy with a medium body and hint of—-
the lady asked what I thought.
The use of wood is evident in its broadness of flavors.
Great persistence in the mouth.
It opens up well in the glass.
I would agree.
I understand you have a more substantial private collection.
Would you care to see the vault?
Your friend's not coming? Oh, no. I don't need a babysitter.
Please, allow me.
And you're a gentleman too.
As you can see, our security system is state-of-the-art.
Really?
Man: Yes, he's quite an expert. Woman: Oh, yeah.
Man: Mm-hm. Absolutely.
Grace: Like to try something else? Peter: I'd love some, thank you.
There you are.
Chateau du munn, post-French revolution.
Miss Quinn, I have a question about the chateau petrus.
Sorry to interrupt.
Mm. Please.
Don't I know you? I don't think so.
I guess you just have one of them faces, huh?
Mind filling this up for me?
Of course. Thank you.
Now I got it.
Yeah, I saw you earlier. You, uh... You came in with your friend.
Where'd he get off to anyway? I don't know. I'm not his keeper.
You're not, huh?
See, I think you are.
Then I wonder what would happen...
If I asked the security guard to check the vault right now.
I wonder what that does to a lawman's career...
When his errand boy gets caught breaking into somebody's private property.
And I'm having a hard time figuring out...
Why I don't book you for murder one right now.
Is that right? Yeah.
How about I get grace to lock this vault down?
What are the cops gonna find when they look inside?
A cellar full of dusty, overpriced wine.
You know what? I'm glad you brought in the FBI, Caffrey.
Makes it exciting, right?
Be that much richer when I beat you.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
He's a big fan of himself. I noticed that.
Hmm. I heard that somebody mowed down a citizen right in front of an FBI agent.
What a shame.
I mean, that's gotta be embarrassing for the bureau, right?
Good luck with that investigation.
I spend five minutes with the guy, I wanna punch him right in the face.
Imagine how I feel.
You'll feel better when we take him down.
This can't be good.
Why does everyone say that when I walk into their office?
So you have good news? No.
I contacted the auction house. They're closed to new entries.
Closed. We can't submit our bottle?
Sorry, Peter.
Now quit the fool's errands and catch this guy.
You've outdone yourself, mozz.
Flatterer.
What's next? I set up the vacuum pumps.
And transfer the wine.
Expecting someone?
Uh, Keller maybe?
June? Peter: No
Neal: Peter, hey. What you doing here?
Got some bad news. The auction house is closed to new entries.
I appreciate your a-team run here, guys...
But I can't let you take your bottle to weatherbys.
It's Hughes. He pulled the plug.
If we don't, they won't run the cesium test.
Keller gets away with a half-million dollars and murder.
What if he wins? Or worse, what if you win?
This guy will stop at nothing.
That's why we have to stop him. No offense, but your team hasn't.
You're right.
Keep going. Let's take him down.
Finish? Lactose.
See you in the morning.
I'll call Jones and figure out a way to get this bottle into the auction.
Let's go, haversham.
Slow it down.
Morning, Peter. Morning.
I got nothing on the auction house. Weatherbys looks pretty damn legit.
Damn. I need some kind of leverage so cattigan will let our bottle in.
Keller really got to you, huh?
Yeah, he's a piece of work.
He and Neal may be rivals...
But he's the anti-Caffrey, the bizarro-Neal. Hmm.
What, you got something?
Yeah. Yeah, they had lousy weather in France this summer.
Couple blazing hot months.
Grape harvest came up short.
That's good? Yeah.
1947 was not a good year.
Forty thousand dollars, $45,000.
Thank you very much. $50,000. Thank you, sir.
Fifty thousand dollars with the gentleman on my right.
Fifty thousand, $55,000. $55,000 with the lady in the back.
Fifty-five thousand dollars. 55,000, $60,000.
Thank you, sir. $60,000.
I see European nobles and a handful of hedge fund managers...
But no sign of your buddy, Keller.
It's hard to arrest him on fraud if he doesn't show up.
Keller wouldn't miss the chance to see my face when this goes down.
He must be watching. Peter: So he could be anywhere?
No, he'll be nearby just in case anything goes wrong.
Doesn't help us much.
You think we can get this into the auction?
I have a move up my sleeve.
I'm sorry. I can't submit your bottle, since clearly it has to be counterfeit.
Neal: One of them has to be.
How do you know it's not yours?
We have reason to believe this is the real bottle.
Where did you get it?
We're not at Liberty to say. Ah.
I won't admit it to the auction.
Peter: You sure about that?
Last year you sold six magnums of chateau la Fleur, 1947...
At about $50,000 a bottle.
That's public record.
Peter: I talked to the vineyard.
They only produced five magnums that year.
You don't want people knowing you got scammed, do you?
Bad for business.
You'll have to test them both to find out.
I can't. It would take at least three hours.
The auction... Grace: Can wait three hours.
My client welcomes the challenge.
Figured he might.
Oh, while we wait, why don't you give me the ip addresses...
Of everyone watching on your Internet feed?
Lauren: Boss, how's it going? They're running the tests now.
Congrats. Yeah, not celebrating yet.
How's it going in there? We 're tracing those ips.
Any hits? Three locations.
The car/isle, the peninsula and a parking garage.
Who would be watching from a garage? Somebody who wants to be on the move.
Send units to the hotels...
But put the bulk of our guys on the parking garage.
They're about to announce the results. We're about to move on Keller.
Sounds like checkmate to me.
Cattigan: Thank you again for your Patience.
We apologize for the delay.
But as some of you are aware...
We have had to conduct a cesium test to verify the authenticity...
Of the two bottles we have been presented with.
The test shows that one of the bottles is a forgery.
One of the bottles?
The other, represented by miss grace Quinn, is authentic.
Thank you for your Patience. The bidding will commence shortly.
You said it was impossible to fake. It is impossible.
Unless he had the real bottle all along. He had the real bottle all along.
If Keller had the real bottle, why would he go through all this?
Why pretend to have a fake? Man: Well.
This changes the game completely.
Yes, the lafite.
He wanted to drive up the price. Damn. That's it.
Surround the bottle with controversy. Now everyone is dying to get it.
It will go for double, even triple the price now.
Which gives him more money to pay off his debt to the Russians.
He used me to do it. This was his plan the whole time.
He is good. We have to arrest him now.
This auction ends, he's gone.
What am I gonna arrest him on? I mean, we have nothing on him now.
Trespassing. What?
I'm gonna ask you this. Have you seen him trespassing?
I have, actually, at a construction site. It had a no trespassing sign and everything.
All right, we may not be able to hold him for long.
But finding Keller is gonna take a bit.
I'll stall until you can get him.
Nothing“ illegal, I know.
Hey, mozz, it's me. Yo.
Is the auction over? No. I just stepped outside.
So how's it going? Not good.
Keller's bottle is real.
He has the real bottle?
You're kidding me. Nope.
Then why...?
To drive the price up.
Did they test both bottles? Yup.
How did our bottle do?
Passed every test except the cesium.
You did great, mozz. Now focus. I need your help.
We can still nail this guy. On what?
I'll tell you later. Gotta find him first.
Remember how I told you Keller has debt to the Russians?
Of course. I have perfect recall.
Well, I'm trying to stall the bidding.
Keller's gonna wanna pay these guys off soon.
Which must mean that they're in town somewhere.
Exactly. I'll ask around.
Do it fast. If you find anything, meet me at weatherbys.
I'll leave a pass for you in the front.
Anything? Signal's from the corner of the garage.
We sealed off every entrance and exit. Good.
We're doing a floor-by-floor search, people, starting now.
I want everyone prepared. This guy could be armed.
Nobody gets out.
I must say it appears this spot of intrigue has whetted appetites.
So without further ado, we'll open the bidding at $100,000.
One hundred thousand and 20. What did you find out?
I did follow-up on your suit's intel.
It turns out the Russians are indeed after Keller.
They want their money now. And Sergei himself is in town.
He wants personal assurance from Keller...
That he's gonna get paid the moment this auction is done.
Igotanidea.
Anything? No, nothing yet.
Clear. Jones: Clear over here.
Damn it. All right, next floor. Let's move.
Three seventy-five, ladies and gentlemen.
Three seventy-five from the gentleman on my right.
Woman: Here. Four hundred thousand on the phone.
Do I hear 425?
No one inside. Look at this.
Son of a bitch must have seen us coming.
Peter: He's not here.
Security cameras have him fleeing the scene.
He hotwired another car two minutes before we cordoned off the building.
So you have no idea where he is?
We're pulling surveillance on him now with traffic cams.
Putting together a timeline. He couldn't have gotten far.
Didn't take his things with him.
His things?
He had a laptop. He'd been monitoring the auction.
He's not watching the auction anymore? Probably not.
Too concerned with getting out of here. All right. Find out where he's headed.
Cattigan: The bidding is now $800,000 to the gentleman on my right.
This is a lousy idea. Do it, mozz.
These people don't take ious.
Fair warning. I can sell for $800,000.
Do it.
One million dollars.
Thank you, sir.
One million dollars and sold.
Neal: Ah. What did you get us into?
Neal: Peter, where are you? Peter: Still in the garage.
What happened? Won the bid.
What? Don't worry. I got a plan.
You usually do. What's the status on Keller?
Headquarters is monitoring his movements in real time from traffic cams.
Looks like he's headed south on park. South on park. Thanks.
I know where Keller's going.
Neal: Bravo, Keller.
Seriously. Keller: Wow.
So you came by to see me off, huh, Caffrey?
Who knew you were a gracious loser?
I have to admit...
Using the real Ben Franklin bottle, did not see that coming.
Stroke of genius, really.
That actually means a lot coming from you.
Only wish Kate was around to see it.
We both know she always loved a winner.
Who knows? Maybe I'll look her up, see if she still does.
So I'm curious. How'd you find me?
Checked Sergei's travel plans. Keller: Ah.
Neal: See he does it in style. Hmm.
I also hear he doesn't take it lightly when someone owes him money.
Owed.
As in past tense.
Yeah, you see, our, uh, little go-around with the bottle cleared my debts.
In fact, I just got a text from my broker. Bottle went for seven figures.
Wow. Wow, congratulations, man. Thank you. Thank you.
So it was a two birds, one stone thing.
Humiliate me, turn a hefty profit while you're at it?
See? Now you're catching on, Neal.
Listen, I'd love to chat, buddy.
But unless you got anything else, I should get going.
Be good.
Neal: I haven't made my offer yet.
This should be good.
I'd like to offer you the opportunity to make a full confession for your crimes.
The robbery of the natural history museum, the murder of Manuel Campos...
Anything else you wanna add in.
You know what? I was wrong.
This isn't good. This is sad, man.
This is a moment I'll Cherish.
Seeing you at your most desperate.
Neal: The winner of the Franklin bottle...
It wouldn't happen to be bidder number 57, would it?
Why?
Now, this is just awkward, but I don't have a million dollars.
The auction house said they'd give me a week to put the money together.
A week, huh?
You know what? A week's not that long. I can buy that.
Did you tell him I'm launching a federal investigation on the bottle?
Neal: Oh, yeah, yeah. There's that too.
How long can a federal investigation go on for?
Not sure. Years. Oh, years, wow.
Son of a bitch.
How patient are Sergei and your Russian friends?
Peter: You can take a helicopter ride and find out.
Or you can come with us. Your choice.
Well played.
Good game, Keller.
Ha, ha. The game ain't over.
Peter: Help the gentleman into the car.
Looks that way to me. Keller: Yeah?
I mean, you were locked up, broke out.
Maybe it's my turn to accept a challenge. Best two out of three.
I'll see you around, Caffrey.
I'm counting the days.
Peter: Poor Sergei's going home empty-handed.
Did I miss Keller?
Damn. I wanted to see him do the perp walk.
Sorry.
Good news is he won't be bothering us for a while.
How long is a while?
Maybe long enough to finish our chess game.
You think they have a prison that can hold him?
I don't know. Okay, so, what's the bad news?
You won't be drinking a million-dollar bottle of wine tonight.
I'll live.
Neal: You were right.
I could use one less mystery in my life.
Oh, I rescind that comment.
There's suddenly been a lot of chatter about the music box.
You need to talk to Alex.
She won't tell me anything while I work for the FBI.
Then make it worth her while.