02x13 - Countermeasures

[bunniefuu]

How goes the construction of our treasure map?

Oh. The antenna?

Slow and steady.

I'm trying to build everything as close to the original 1940s designs as possible.

Do you know how hard it is to find vacuum tubes these days?

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Good work, Moz.

I don't like that expression.

"Good work"?

Well, "work" implies I have a job.

Apologies.

A careless word may kindle strife.

See you later.

June?

Oh, you must be Neal.

You know my name, but I don't know yours.

Ah, I see that you have met Ford.

Hi. It's a pleasure.

Ford is an old friend, and he's just moved back to Manhattan.

I missed the old neighborhood, to say the least.

I think you'll find that you two have quite a bit in common.

Is that so?

So you'll be around for a while?

June has been kind enough to make a few donations to my new apartment.

We both know how generous she is.

Thank you.

That looks like one of Byron's suits.

That reminds me...

I have some more jackets in the back room.

Come.

Oh.

How'd you know June's husband?

Byron and I worked together.

Mm.

Partners in crime?

Something like that.

Hey.

Is Peter around?

No.

I need a favor.

Neal, what did I say last time you asked me for a favor?

I should think long and hard before trying to pull anything over on you.

And?

And that if I ever did try, you'd break one or both of my arms.

You know I hate to repeat myself.

I'm willing to risk it.

Can you run a print?

It's not for me.

It's for June.

Your landlady needs a print analysis?

A friend of hers dropped by the house.

I think he's up to something.

You catch a name?

Ford. It's probably a nickname.

What did this "Ford" do?

He took some of June's things.

Does she know?

Actually, she gave them to him.

Out of the kindness of her heart. Yeah.

But he may be a criminal.

Sound like anyone we know?

This is different.

Afraid you'll lose that nice roof of yours?

There's something off about this guy.

Will you run it for me?

Please.

[ Sighs ]

You know he doesn't like the vet.

I think he feels guilty.

Yeah.

He wouldn't have been there if he didn't swallow one of my handcuff keys.

Honey, he's a dog.

Dogs like shiny things.

You need to be more careful what you leave around!

Oh, so I should feel guilty?

I think an apology is in order.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry.

Aw, good boy.

Thank you. All right. Come on.

We have some time. You want to have lunch?

I'd...love to.

But what?

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles ]

I'll take a rain check.

[ Beep ]

This is Burke.

Diana: Caffrey asked me to run a print.

He knows better.

Peter, you should see this.

All right.

[ Beep ]

Everything okay?

It was until you told Diana to red-flag a m*rder suspect.

m*rder suspect?

Jonas Ganz...

Person of interest in the Sturdivant heist a few years back.

Charged with armed robbery and homicide.

The only thing the prosecution could stick was GTA for the getaway vehicle.

June knows him?

Yeah. She said he was a friend.

Yeah, well, this "friend" has been in and out of correctional facilities for the last decade or so.

He had a lifer quality about him.

His first stint was for burglary in Lompoc, back in 2000.

Can I see that?

Yeah.

I think Diana pulled the wrong print.

There was only one print on the coin, and she ran it.

Why?

'Cause this isn't the guy I met.

That pulled seven points of reference from the print on that coin.

It belongs to Ganz.

This can't be identity theft.

No, I don't think anybody would want to pass himself off as this guy.

Jones: Peter.

I dug up the intel you requested on Ganz.

I may have found our connection to the guy you met at June's.

That's him.

Peter: Looks like Ganz has a former cell mate.

Bradford Tullman, aka "Ford."

Locked up for real-estate fraud two years ago.

Sold nonexistent land to a half a dozen major corporations.

Another smooth talker.

If he shared a cell with Ganz, that could explain the print.

Yeah, but not why Ford doesn't have one.

I saw him touch the coin.

Super glue on the fingertips?

Invisible tape?

No, I shook his hand. I would've noticed.

Oh, look at this. Says here...

He's a known associate of June's late husband.

They were booked 20 years ago.

For running a rooftop casino?

Oh. Out of your place. Look at that.

Always did feel like home.

All right, Jones, get ahold of Ganz's probation officer, find out where he's staying.

Have Diana sit on him. On it.

If Ganz and Ford are working our backyard, I want to know about it.

All right.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Ganz...

You've got a lot of friends.

Hey, June.

I knew you wouldn't mind.

I was looking for this.

Photo album?

Ford asked if he could see it.

Well...

You two go way back.

Back then, the three of us were inseparable.

Lenox Lounge.

Yes.

Byron looked so handsome in that suit.

Even Ford asked if I still have it.

But I told him...

[chuckling] It probably wouldn't fit him. Mm.

It really is something.

Yeah.

I think I'll take it down, let him see it.

Yeah.

Let me know if you need anything, okay?

I promise.

[ Door closes ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knocking continues ]

Hey.

You mind if I come in?

Sure.

Come on in.

Oh, thank you.

[ Sighs ]

Ohh. It looks different now.

Yeah, bunco squad took the craps tables. Oh.

[ Chuckles softly ]

Well, you know, Neal, the reason why I came is because I want to set the record straight.

You know how it is.

You tell people that you've done time, and they have a bad way of looking at you.

June told me a little, but given your current situation, I was hoping that you'd understand.

Maybe I do.

Yeah, me and Byron.

This was our place.

We had three games of five-card stud going around the clock.

Good rake?

Oh, we made a lot of green, especially since the joint was nicely juiced.

What, did you have a mechanic?

Kid, I was the mechanic.

Running up cards in your own joint.

That's risky.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Chuckles ]

June: Hello, hello.

Hey.

You boys talking shop?

Oh, we were just talking about the good old days.

Old days. Have you asked him?

Oh, yeah, I was just about to.

Uh, June and I would love for you to join us for dinner tonight.

Of course. Oh, that's wonderful.

Then I'll see you downstairs.

Okay. Okay.

She's not like the rest, is she?

She sees us for who we really are.

[ Chuckles ]

Is that why you're here?

Well, I'm here because...

I'm looking for a second chance.

Good.

I was worried you were looking for something else.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Horns honk ]

I never found it 'cause I haven't worn this suit before.

I don't like this guy.

You've never met this guy.

He's trying to scam June!

Look, I'm with you, but all we can assume is he's been in touch with a former cell mate.

Who's a potential k*ller.

That's not very comforting, mon frere.

You think this is what Ford's after?

Maybe Ford's trying to finish something he and Byron started.

Mm. I can try and make it more legible.

Hey, you mind hanging around the house the next few days?

Oh, I'll make sure she's okay.

Oh, we've got book club on for tomorrow anyway. [ Cellphone rings ]

I didn't know you two had a book club.

It's very exclusive.

Hmm. Well, so is this.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

Peter, what's up?

Looks like Ganz is pulling together a crew.

What kind of crew?

Mm, not for rowing.

Looks like muscle for hire.

He's planning another heist.

Yeah, I want to talk to Ford.

Bring him in the office tomorrow.

No, he's smart, Peter.

You won't be able to sweat it out of him.

You got a better idea?

How do you feel about dinner parties?

I hope that's a non sequitur.

I'm having dinner with Ford and June tonight.

You and Elizabeth should join us.

You want me to bring my wife to a covert interrogation?

It's perfect.

He won't suspect you're a fed.

Then who am I?

A co-worker.

And what kind of "co-work" would that be?

I may have implied that you're not exactly a noble citizen. No.

Peter... I said "no."

Find another way.

[ Beep ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Hello?

Oh.

Hey, Neal.

Really?

That sounds great!

Oh, I'm sure Peter would love to come.

Okay.

Perfect. We'll see you tonight.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Beep ]

Neal just invited us to dinner.

Yeah.

He's using you so I can interrogate a suspect.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, what's wrong with mixing a little business with pleasure?

Plus, you owe me dinner.

Uh, lunch. That was a rain check for lunch.

And you're paying me with dinner.

This is gonna be fun!

[ Chuckles ]

Dress nice, okay?

Okay.

[ Horns honking ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Burkes!

Peter. You baked.

Pie. Bon appétit.

Peter, Elizabeth, I'm so happy you could make it.

Oh, it's our pleasure.

Come. Mm-hmm!

Wow.

Peter: You must be Ford.

Peter.

You're certainly not what I expected.

Same here.

Neal tells me that you pull team gags together.

We do.

He's a hell of an outside patsy.

Yeah.

He's got that look.

"Patsy."

It's a compliment.

[ Slow piano music playing ]

June: ♪ And this torch that I've found ♪
♪ has got to be drowned ♪
♪ or it soon might explode ♪

No. No way.

Both: ♪ Make it one for my baby ♪
♪ and one more for the road ♪
♪ that long ♪
♪ long ♪
♪ ro-o-o-ad ♪

So damn long!

[ Laughs ]

Wow.

June: Oh.

[ Laughing ]

Elizabeth: Neal!

You never mentioned June had such a wonderful voice, and you, by the way.

Ah, please.

Ohh. You should see how she moves!

June: Oh, please. Ford promised me a dance a long, long time ago. Come on.

Elizabeth: Well, if you need some company, let us know.

Neal: "Us"?

Peter, you dance?

No. Ohh, he's terrific.

We took a salsa class last year...

Smiled the whole entire time.

Huh. Do you have any pictures of that?

'Cause I'd love to show the guys at the office.

[ Laughs ]

No pictures.

Thanks, honey. Thank you. [ Chuckles ]

I'm gonna freshen this up.

June: Oh, my goodness.

Elizabeth: That's amazing.

That was nice. Thanks.

But I'm losing patience.

Ganz is out there, planning God knows what.

We'll find the link.

Well, we better find it before I have to sing something from "Pippin."

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

I'll be right back. No, no.

Hang in there.

Stay...

Peter?

Any requests?

[ Slow piano music playing ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Moz, you got something?

Moz: Asked around about Ford.

Word on the street is, he masterminded the Nicosia job back in the day.

His credentials are impressive, to say the least.

How come I hadn't heard of him?

Well, because the guy's a whisper.

You know how it is.

In our business, no reputation is the best reputation.

Oh.

You find anything on that receipt I gave you?

I have, with the use of a hair dryer and Photoshop contrast.

Why do you have a hair dryer?

You want to know what it says or not?

I'm listening. I'm listening.

It's a receipt from a furniture store for a walnut leather coffee table.

Yeah, I've seen it, in Byron's study.

There's something else.

There's an additional charge for labor and modification.

You're saying Byron had it custom-made?

It looks that way.

[ Piano music continues ]

Are you having a party over there?

Without me?

[ Beep ]

June: Ah. Oh.

[ Piano music continues ]

Oh, let me put that away for you.

Is that a photo album?

Wow, honey, did you see that?

I love photos.

They tell you so much about a person.

It'd be nice if I could see some photographs of yourself and Byron... Yes.

...And Ford.

Elizabeth: Oh, wow.

Byron...

What were you up to?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Thud ]

Hello.

You know what?

I was looking for Byron's record collection.

Oh, it's in the library.

The end of the hall, past the stairwell.

Oh. Okay. Thanks. Sure.

Oh, wow.

Oh, look at that. Hmm.

That was Byron's first new car... a '64 Corvair convertible.

Where have you been?

I was almost put on background vocals.

Come with me.

Right now.

The plate was right here.

Plate?

Printing plate for the U.S. $100 bill.

You're sure?

Fair enough. Ford.

Peter: Where is he?

He's gone.

He just caught a cab outside.

Where's Ford heading?

I don't know.

Moz: Nor do I.

You're late, Moz!

It's a travesty, really.

Had I been at the dinner, it would have been a fascinating meeting of the minds.

I didn't know you were invited.

I wasn't, but I thought there'd be hors d'oeuvres.

There's pie.

Did you bring ice cream from your truck?

How did Ford know about the plate?

Well, he's probably known for years.

I'm curious. The plate in question?

Flexographic, for the $100 from 1991.

Smart.

Yeah. Unlike newer bank notes, they'd have fewer security features.

No watermarking of Franklin, no micro-printing.

No optically variable ink, much easier to duplicate, and it's still legal currency.

What's old becomes new again.

All right. Since we can't find Ford, let's figure out what else he needs to make these bills.

I'll need to borrow some reading materials.

Fine. From where?

The U.S. treasury.

[ Sighs ]

Peter: I'm not comfortable with this.

Really?

You're not comfortable?

I've got the "Men in Black" bobsled team breathing down my neck.

These treasury agents are a little skeptical.

You look like a 12-year-old who just found the lingerie section of the sears catalogue.

Okay. The plate is the real deal, but it's just a start.

You need the right press, the right cutter, but most importantly, the right inks and paper.

Can you forge these?

U.S. bills are tricky.

The ink, maybe, but the paper...

I mean, the feel of that linen-cotton blend is tough to duplicate...

So I've been told.

All right. We're done here.

Neal.

So, could someone steal these things?

You think that's why Ganz pulled his crew together?

Makes the most sense.

Diana: Hey.

We were sitting on Ganz's place.

Guess who showed up.

We grabbed him as he left. No one saw.

[ Sighs ]

Put him in the conference room.

[ Chuckling ]

You two really do work together.

Never lied about that.

Tell me about your relationship with Ganz.

I told him about the plate while we were at Rikers.

You traded information with Ganz for protection.

Where'd you get the plate?

Byron. He stole it.

From where?

From me.

I thought he would want in.

It would have been a big one for us.

Our, um, final score.

But he wanted to print the money himself?

He didn't want to print it at all.

He was protecting me...

From myself.

So, coming back into June's life, everything you said to her...

It's all a lie?

No.

If Ganz had found that plate in her house...

I came back... To protect her.

Right. Ganz has the plate.

What's his next move?

I told him what else he needed.

Paper, ink... Cutter, press.

The list was long.

From one professional to another, how come you don't have any prints?

Pumice stone.

I rub my fingers with it every morning.

Wake up, brush your teeth, scrape incriminating evidence off your fingertips?

Old habits...

Yeah.

Think he's telling the truth?

Maybe.

Ford wears a hat.

And...?

I'm not him, Peter.

I didn't say anything.

Just commenting on the hat.

Mm-hmm.

You think he wanted to protect June?

You don't.

No, I think he's looking for that last big score.

Mm.

People can change, Peter.

Maybe.

Look. The fastest way to shut this down is to get Ganz and his crew confessing to a premeditated crime on tape.

You want to send Ford undercover?

It's a big risk. Not just Ford.

Me.

Yeah. Look.

Ganz has two wheelmen, two pieces of muscle, and a forger.

We'll need to take one of them out of the equation.

Can I make a suggestion?

We took Ganz's forger out of play.

He had a nice little side hobby going... forged autographed Yankee baseballs.

Ready to introduce Neal as your pinch-hitter?

Nice. You like what I did there?

I did. That was good.

I'm ready, fellas.

Jones: This is a one-way radio, with GPS.

You don't use wires anymore?

Not since "Carlito's Way."

FBI's gotten pretty slick.

You sure you're up for this?

Son, I once walked out of the met holding a Renoir.

That was you? That was me.

This ain't nothin'.

Is that the guy?

Who else would it be?

This kid is the best print man around.

Does this kid have a name?

No names.

The less we know about each other, the better.

How long have you guys known each other?

About five years?

Mutual friend of ours needed to get out of town, so he came to my shop.

He hooked me up with some of the best work I've ever seen.

Photo I.D., passports.

So we stayed in touch.

Used him four times since.

Five. Don't forget that other thing.

Well, that was between us. All right.

Let's see what he knows.

It's like they're speaking "criminese."

Ganz: Give me the I.D.s.

Which one's the fake?

Watch this.

They're all fake.

The hologram on the Alabama license is cemented with the wrong base.

And the UV ink should be mixed at a 5-to-1 ratio.

This looks like 3-to-1.

The laminate on the California is too thick, and last time I checked, "Illinois" is spelled with two l's, not one.

All right!

I'm sold.

I'll need to know the required tools.

We have the equipment all ready, and we have the list.

I'll contact you this week.

I gave you the list, but now I'm bringing you help... good help... someone who's not gonna get busted for a phony baseball.

How did you know it was a baseball?

Gear up now!

Ganz: I never said how the guy was busted.

Suddenly...

I think you know a little too much.

Neal: Look, let's not get jumpy.

You want an explanation, I'll give you one.

You say the word, we're in there.

Ganz: I'm all ears.

Neil: You think someone talked?

Ganz: Maybe. I don't know you.

And Ford has a tendency to get chatty.

Neal: Put it past him.

Why should I?

'Cause I called the feds.

You?

Yeah. I let word slip about a few indecent eBay transactions.

There better be a good reason.

Ford told me you were pulling something big and that you'd need a reliable bill maker.

And I wasn't about to risk my share on some half-wit hire.

You knew about this?

Of course.

You're in.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Ganz: You... You wait on the sidelines.

It's on him to hand over your share now.

You trust the kid?

Hell, no.

But what choice do I have?

I'm gonna hold on to this for a while.

If Ganz had seen this, you probably wouldn't be breathing right now.

I'm on call?

Ganz contacts you, I want you ready, willing, and able.

Now, he said he already had the tools.

What else does he need?

I saw Ford's checklist.

It's either ink, paper, or both.

Yeah.

You and Ford had a pretty interesting rapport today.

I know where you're going.

Don't need to look in a crystal ball?

You think he's a cautionary tale.

You want to be like him when you grow up?

More fun than sitting in a cubicle.

Neal, if ever you do decide to grow up, you should realize this one thing.

You can either be a con or a man.

You can't be both.

Ran accounts on everyone in Ganz's crew.

They're pretty dried up.

Probably paying for supplies in cash.

It'd be good if you could remember the aliases you saw on those I.D.s.

Joseph Dowd, Kenny Estrada, and Dylan Fleecs.

You didn't ask.

Well, it's simple word association.

"Dowd," "crowd."

Joseph Dowd runs with a bad crowd.

Kenny Estrada... He won't say nada.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I got one for every cop and crook I ever met.

What was mine?

Burke the jerk?

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, come on.

You tell me what else rhymes with "Burke."

"Work."

"Lurk."

"Smirk."

"Clerk" works.

What do you have?

Wait a second.

This is the original booking slip for our forger?

We printed him this morning.

There are two colors of ink here.

He had dark green ink on his fingers before we brought him in.

Our forger already mixed the dye.

Ganz is going for the paper.

Yeah.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

So, I ran those aliases.

Yeah, who showed up?

Joseph Dowd.

Runs with a bad crowd.

[ Chuckling ] What?

Nothing.

What'd you find?

He's been staying at the Continental in Long Island City.

Paid for his room with cash, but we got a pay-per-view charge off the card he laid down for deposit.

The Continental's right next to the BCU plant.

It supplies the bureau of printing and engraving with paper stock.

That's where Ganz plans to get his paper.

Get ahold of Serrano in the Treasury Department and Kavanagh in Secret Service.

If they try to hit the BCU, we'll be waiting.

All right.

Should...

Peter: That means we move, Caffrey. Okay.

Hey. How was the book club?

Well, there's only so much to discuss when it comes to Kitty Kelley.

How's it going with Ford?

Well, he's working with us.

Oh, shame.

He was a true legend.

Mm.

Byron had it better.

Oh, he wound up with the plate.

More than that, Moz.

June?

Yeah. And a home.

You think Byron wanted out of the life?

I think he did.

That's why he hid the plate instead of using it.

Well, if he really wanted out, he could have destroyed the plate.

I don't know.

Temptation of that last big score is strong.

[ Chuckles ]

Ford can't resist it.

No.

Few of us can.

Peter. Yeah.

Ganz just shook his surveillance. Oh!

I know. Ganz is off the grid.

So is Ford.

Apparently, Neal's not the only one who can slip the marshals.

[ Sighs ]

All right, I'm gonna call the Treasury Department.

I want you to get ahold of the Secret Service.

[ Dialing ]

This is Burke.

You need to get your people in place.

This thing could go down any second.

Man: Relax, Burke.

The stock is safe.

We're moving in now.

Paper's in transit?

Why wasn't I told about this?

I want a team to Caffrey's place now!

I gotta tell you, the guy's still got it.

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Let's make some money.

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Beep ]

Neal, it's me.

You're too late.

We're going to be hitting the truck en route.

We need you to I.D. the archived paper.

You think you can handle it?

This isn't what I do.

It is today.

[ Tires screeching ]

Ganz: Go, go, go!

[ g*n cocks ]

[ g*ns cocking ]

[ Tapping ]

Get out of the truck now!

You recognize her?

That's your daughter.

I'll be sure to take good care of her once you're gone.

Get out!

Out of the truck now!

Open it up!

We got cops!

Ganz: It's showtime, kiddo.

[ Siren wails ]

Get on the ground. Face down!

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Come on, come on. What's taking so long?

Get back there and help him.

Ganz: Move it! Move it!

Neal: Here. This is it.

[ Wailing continues ]

Talk to me.

NYPD says the truck was hit two minutes ago.

Five-man team, and they got away clean.

There's a good chance Caffrey was with them.

What about Ford?

There was no one matching his description.

He's up to something.

There's no reason he should run from us.

I got an APB out.

Good. We need to find him, fast.

[ Door closes ]

[ Chuckling ] Hey.

It's good to see you, kid.

Any problems?

It went down like you said.

They bringing in the paper?

Yeah.

One last score, huh, Ford?

He's smart, isn't he?

It's time for you two to get to work.

Ford: All right, now, you be careful where you're pointing that banger, kid.

You ran a nice game, old man, but it's my rig now.

So, can we print...

Or what?

Guess we don't have a choice, do we?

Let's get started.

Can you...?

Thank you.

[ Winding ]

[ Clattering ]

Ford: How much more are we printing?

All of it.

That could take days.

Then it'll take days.

Smile, guys. We got all the time in the world.

Moz: Ford was clever.

He let word about a potential job slip.

And let someone pull it for him.

You're like him.

I accept your accusation.

Let's pretend you've broken some laws.

Where would you go to hide?

Someplace I've never been caught.

If he's really pulling the strings, he's already got it set up, and he's got his tracks covered.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe not.

There's something about these photos...

That Ford tried to hide from me.

There's something here.

That's the Lenox Lounge off 125th Street.

June's mentioned it before.

What'd she say?

Byron used to run the back room.

When?

About 25 years ago.

That building's still there, isn't it?

[ Siren wails ]

[ Siren chirps ]

You said this place was clean! It is.

Then why are there police outside?

Give me the case.

I said give it to me!

Okay, okay!

Neal: What was in Ganz's suitcase?

Just a lot of newspaper.

You called those cops.

[ Suitcase thuds ]

I thought I saw a cat stuck in a tree.

You were running this from the moment we met.

You knew that coin had Ganz's print on it, told him where to find me.

You put June's life at risk.

For what, Ford?

For a score?

I had a choice to make.

Walk away with a little something or a whole lot of nothing.

[ Siren wailing ]

What is this?

Guess someone's really worried about that cat.

Jonas Ganz?

Are you for real, sweetheart?

Is that real enough for you, sweetheart?

He had that on him.

Keep the front locked up. No one in or out.

Come with me.

How'd they find us?

Unlike you, I've got a partner I can trust.

You really think you can make it?

You said you had a choice to make.

I'm gonna give you another one.

Until the suspect is secure and Caffrey safe, nobody moves.

It's not too late, Ford.

You can still walk away from this if I back your story.

I'll give you two options...

One, get rid of that g*n, become a cooperating witness...

And take June dancing.

Option two?

You take that case and run as long as you can.

I'm too old to walk down another midway, son.

Tell June...

I'm sorry.

Stand down. Come on.

Ford?

He went that way, but this place was a speakeasy.

There are exits everywhere.

Suspect is exiting the southeast corner of the building.

He won't get far.

Ganz is out front.

Jones and Diana are picking up the rest of his crew.

[ Sighs ]

Tried to help him.

You know...

[Sighs]

There's one thing Byron figured out that Ford never did.

There's no such thing as a final score...

...Only the next one.

[ Sighs ]

Unless you figure that out, you're gonna lose in the end.

[ Sighs ]

You ready?

Yeah.

[ Slow piano music playing ]

June.

[ Sighs ]

It's okay.

I've always known what kind of man he was.

[ Sighs ]

Then why let him in?

To remember...

What Byron and I had.

Even if it was just for a while.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Maybe I wanted to go dancing again.

[ Sighs ]

May I?

[ Music continues ]

[ Vehicles passing ]

I found a junk guy in Queens who collects vintage radios.

It's a gold mine for parts.

I should have a working prototype...

Neal, are you listening?

Do you ever think about how all this is gonna end?

Oh, you mean...

The big score or the big house?

Yeah.

Is there another option?

Byron found it.

Ah, the true-love route.

You know, that's the biggest con of them all.

You're a cynic.

Of course.

You know what they say.

Old con men never die.

Our smiles just fade away.

So you got rid of the printing plate?

It may have found its way back inside the table.

For a rainy day?

Yeah. For a rainy day.