02x14 - Payback

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02x14 - Payback

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As you're aware, Matthew Keller pled down to manslaughter... after you two brought him in for m*rder.

Yeah?

His sentencing was this week.

He got 20 years at Barksdale.

Yesterday, he contacted the Department of Justice.

He says he has information critical to national security.

His sentencing didn't go well, now he wants a deal.

Hughes: Probably.

But we do that sometimes, Caffrey. We make deals with con men.

What did Homeland Security say?

Keller wouldn't talk to them.

He insisted he would only talk to you.

Neal's right.

I seriously doubt he has any real information.

There's no harm checking it out. Go talk to him.

Who is this guy?

He's an old rival of Neal's. They were baccarat partners in Morocco.

Backgammon in Monaco. Close. And we were never partners.

Hmm, a contemporary of Neal's, this I gotta see.

No. He's not what you'd expect. A little more Ratso Rizzo than Cary Grant.

I'm Cary Grant?

Only by comparison to Ratso Rizzo.

Man: Boys, ready.

Agent Burke and Mr. Neal Caffrey.

Thanks for coming, gents. I appreciate it.

Thank you, O'Donnell.

Doing all right for yourself.

Meager touches, but I get by.

Dominican-rolled.

The, uh, tobacco was infused with Louis XIII cognac.

They're delicious. Please.

You have information for us?

I understand. You're on the job.

What about you, Neal, huh?

Is this business or pleasure?

Always a pleasure seeing you behind bars.

We're all in prison of sorts, aren't we?

It's the life we make out of it that matters.

I mean, you've made the most out of your prison sentence working for the feds.

I think I'd like to do the same.

What do you want, Keller?

A game, Caffrey?

There it is.

I feel like I've made a home for myself here, you know?

I've nested. And now they wanna move me somewhere less welcoming.

Yeah. Barksdale Super Max. Don't think they chill the port there.

Yeah, you're right.

The inmates don't realize why port should be lightly chilled.

You're a skilled people person. I'm sure you'll be fine.

I don't know. A lot of Russian mob at Barksdale.

Right. You have a problem with them.

Seven-figure debt as I recall.

There's another reason why I wanna stay here.

Which brings me to my proposal.

You familiar with the term "pis aller"?

My French is a little rusty.

It's a move of last resort. Something you do when you're out of options.

Well, now if I had information of a maker of false passports...

I imagine that would be of value.

What are you looking for in exchange?

I'd like to stay here.

No.

[KELLER CHUCKLES]

Relax, Neal. All right?

It's not like I'm asking to be let loose on the streets of New York... with only an anklet to control my compulsions.

And I am hoping, Agent Burke, that this could lead... to an ongoing relationship between you, me, and the bureau.

You're already scheduled to be transferred, Keller. We're pretty late in the process.

That's why I asked for you.

These are perfect passports. Caffrey quality.

Just the thing for t*rrorists and smugglers.

No promises, but if your information pans out... l'll see what I can do.

I appreciate your candor.

I can see why Neal trusts you.

The guy's name is Jason Lang.

Look him up.

Okay, Neal, time to go.

Pis aller... can also mean the worst thing that can happen.

[CELL DOOR OPENS]

We're both running out of options, Caffrey.

It's your move.

Peter: Hey. See you later, Satchmo.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

EI, have you seen my jacket?

The blue pinstripe.

Elizabeth: Yeah. I've got it.

Okay.

Is it this one?

Yeah.

Oh.

You have a meeting today.

I was supposed to pick up the dry cleaning last night.

I am so sorry.

Honey, it's okay. I got it.

Ugh.

Wait... Wait a minute.

You never called to remind me. Did you assume I'd forget?

You had a lot on your mind.

I don't wanna be the husband... that forgets to pick up the dry cleaning.

That's sweet.

But I am.

Ugh. Relax, okay?

I'm not mad.

You are. You're gonna hold on to it all day.

Really? Would I really do that?

No, never.

You're the one who forgot the dry cleaning.

See?

[WHIMPERS]

Now you scared the dog.

Add that to my list of imperfections.

Okay, look. I don't wanna be the wife that has to call and nag you to do things.

It's a lot more effort to remind you. I don't even know if you're gonna remember.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was such a foregone conclusion.

Neither did I. Can we stop this?

Yes. Please.

Okay. I've gotta go to work.

Me too.

Have a wonderful day.

You too.

[WHIMPERING]

Yeah, that could've gone better.

You didn't help.

[SATCHMO GROANS]

Mozzie: So, what do you think Keller wants?

Neal: Well, he's set up like a king in Hawthorne Fed.

Smoking Gurkhas, sipping port, reading the Times.

As much as I loathe schadenfreude... it would be nice to know that Keller is suffering.

They send him to Barksdale, Russians will take care of that.

Can you trust the suit to not keep him at Hawthorne?

His transfer is later today.

And you're heading to the office to check out what Keller told you?

He's desperate. This is his last play.

What about Kate?

What about her?

Keller has used her to provoke you before.

He may do it again.

Keller can bring up Kate.

He can offer Peter deals. He can even b*at me at chess.

He's winning the chess game?

No.

But my point, forged passports won't stop the transfer and I've moved past Kate.

I have, Mozz.

Clearly.

Look, she'll always be a part of me, but I have to move on.

Okay.

Neal: Hey. What's going on?

Hey.

I've figured out Keller's game. He wants us to investigate this Jason Lang.

Forger-turned-photographer in the Lower East Side.

So he said.

But here's where it gets good.

Keller and Lang were suspected of working together... on the Belmont bond forgeries three years ago.

They were partners?

Yeah. But it went south... and Keller took two b*ll*ts.

From Lang's g*n.

I spoke to the case agent.

He said that the partnership dissolved and Lang destroyed the bonds.

Keller is going for a trifecta. Take out the man who sh*t him... secure his stay in a federal hotel, and tweak me in the process.

Next case.

Yeah, not so fast.

Hughes still wants us to find out if Lang is making phony passports.

Don't tell me we have to make a deal with Keller.

Relax. We're not gonna release Keller on an anklet.

Unless June has a spare bedroom.

That's not funny.

You're nothing like Keller.

Because he's a k*ller.

There's that. And he had cigars in his cell.

I remember your prison cell. No cigars.

When you're done, I'd like to visit Lang.

I'm just saying, he had a Tiffany lamp.

So did my mom.

Neal: What's wrong?

Peter: Nothing.

Your sarcasm goes up in direct proportion to your stress level.

It's Elizabeth. I forgot to pick up the dry cleaning.

Well, it happens.

Apparently, all the time.

I'm the guy who forgets to do it so often... she had to pick it up without asking me if I got it.

She was angry?

No.

And that's bad?

Yes.

I'm a constant disappointment.

Did she say that?

Implied.

Maybe she finds your forgetfulness endearing.

I don't want her to find my forgetfulness endearing.

The worst part is when she left this morning...

I didn't call her "hon."

Hmm.

Have you ever seen an actual fight?

Because...

It's our own little abbreviation for saying "I love you."

When we first got married, I used to say, "I love you, honey."

Then it became, "Love you, honey." Then, "Honey."

Now all we need to say is "hon."

Very efficient.

Point is I didn't say it.

Look, call her, leave her a voicemail, and say "hon" before you hang up.

Did I miss anything?

No. I'll call her as soon as we're done here.

Okay.

Peter: Hi.

Peter Burke, FBI. Would you mind getting us Jason Lang?

Thank you.

Jason Lang?

Lang: Keep your chin down.

Keep your eyes down.

FBI.

We received information that your studio may be involved... in the production of passport forgeries.

[CHUCKLES]

Who told you that?

Your record.

You were convicted of forgery in the past.

Lang: Well, that was 10 years ago, you know?

Just take a look at my price list.

I think you'll see that I really have no use for an illegal side business.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Oh, come on. Take a break.

Will you excuse me?

Certainly.

This is Jason.

I don't like this guy. What do you think?

Truesdale color-shifting printer.

Hmm. That would be an important tool... in making color-shifting images in the U.S. passport.

So would the Metrolux 5200, which is only used for one purpose.

Making holographic images.

Also found in U.S. passports.

It's a nice cover.

He integrates holograms into his artwork.

Is this enough to bring him in?

It's enough for us to get a warrant.

Hey.

Lang, I need to talk to you about your equipment here.

Lang. Hey, Lang.

I'll follow. Stay here.

Okay.

Lang?

This was a setup.

Drop your w*apon and your cell and get in the van.

Peter.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[RINGING]

Hello?

You lost a key piece, Caffrey.

g*dd*mn it, Keller. This is isn't a game.

Of course it is. Life is a game.

If you stop playing, Peter Burke will die.

Lang: Hey, check the doors upstairs.

You're working with Keller.

What makes you say that?

Keller turned us on to you.

So obviously you made a deal with him.

He's gonna betray you.

Well, why don't you let me deal with Keller and you worry about yourself?

I'm not worried.

Hmm, you should be.

No, you should be.

Ha.

You kidnapped a federal agent.

You're gonna have the full might of the U.S. government... closing around your neck.

Time to shut up.

Here's what I already know.

We made a left on Houston... then made a wide right about a minute later... driving straight for about eight minutes or so in stop-and-go traffic.

We're in the Garment District, 8th or 9th Avenue, and about 38th Street.

You're not wearing a mask and I'm not dead.

So you still need me for something.

Before this goes any further, let's work something out.

You know, I've gone down that road before. And I trust you less than I trust Keller.

I don't know who you've dealt with in the past, but I keep my word.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, every few months... a different agent comes by investigating a different crime.

And he tells me that if I don't cooperate, he's gonna make my life a living hell.

And he does.

I can help you with that.

How?

You can't stop the bureau from playing politics.

It just never ends.

Look, whatever you're planning, Keller has something else in mind.

You are gonna wind up dead or in prison unless we work something out.

No more deals.

Okay?

Keller: You'd better protect your king.

Where's Peter?

It's stuffy in here.

Let's go for a walk.

Neal: I know you won't think twice about k*lling him, so I haven't told the FBI.

Best not to discuss personal matters with everybody.

Yeah. But they're gonna find out soon enough.

You seem upset, Caffrey. You know?

I mean, clearly you're dealing with a big problem here.

And I wish I could help, but I got problems too.

See, since Burke didn't stop my transfer... they're shipping me off to Barksdale later today.

Now, my sources tell me that I, too, face dire circumstances... unless my debt with the Russians gets paid.

How much do you owe them?

Two-point-five million.

And once my problem goes away, then...

Maybe then I can help you with yours.

I don't have two-and-a-half million dollars.

Neal, how long have we known each other?

Everything is gone, Keller.

I've had to use my resources since my current activities are a little limited.

That's true. You do have expensive tastes.

But I recall a night in Scotland when you acquired something worth that amount.

That was six years ago.

I'm fairly certain you held on to it.

I didn't. I didn't have any use for it.

Well, I do. So find it.

You got three hours till my transfer.

I'll be in touch.

You're gonna lose, Keller.

Again.

Pis aller.

My move of last resort, Neal.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, Neal. If you're looking for Peter, he's not here.

Yeah, I know. Diana, we got a problem.

Keller and Lang worked out some kind of deal.

Peter has been taken.

Hughes: Listen up. One of our own's been kidnapped.

Now, Graham, coordinate eastern and southern districts.

Jones, I want you with Keller's transfer convoy.

Campanelli, I want wiretaps within the next two hours... on every cell, home, prison, and business linked to Keller and Lang.

Under no circumstances does anyone talk to the press.

This is 24/7 until we find him. All right, let's do it.

[CHATTERING]

What did Keller tell you at the prison?

He wants two-and-a-half million dollars in exchange for Peter.

Keller doesn't have Peter.

Keller is behind bars.

He's running this. He called me... when Lang drove away with him.

ERT is analyzing the phone.

We put out an APB on the van.

Why does Keller want that kind of money?

He's doing 20 years.

To pay off the Russian mob so they don't k*ll him... when he arrives at Barksdale.

The FBI doesn't negotiate, period.

Particularly with someone who's already locked up.

All due respect, Keller doesn't bluff. He will k*ll Peter if I don't engage him.

The reason no one takes our men is because we make it clear... all hell will rain down on them if they do.

You also have to be willing to sacrifice a few of your agents to prove your point.

This isn't a one-man con, Neal. This is the U.S. government.

We will catch Lang.

And we will string Keller up by his thumbs until he cries for forgiveness.

Protocol dictates we lock Keller down till this is over.

But that gives him what he wants, to stay at Hawthorne indefinitely.

You've already contacted the prison?

We're sending his ass to Barksdale Super Max.

Come sundown, Keller is gonna be bunking with a 7-foot Russian named lvan.

Diana, you stay with Neal.

Listen, Caffrey.

Let us do our job. We'll bring Peter home safely.

Give us a minute?

Sure.

Thank you.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Mozz. What's up?

I got a call from an unidentifiable voice from an unknown number.

Gave me a time and a place for a meeting.

Told me to tell you. Is this your little friend Keller?

Meet me at Madison Square Park in half an hour.

Mozz: You got it.

Oh, and bring a hammer.

Uh, ball-peen or claw?

- Ball-peen or claw?

Surprise me.

Neal, what's going on?

Keller kidnapped Peter. Gotta go.

Wait. Wha...? What?

Hughes: Elizabeth.

Every agent in the bureau has one goal right now: To find your husband.

I know. Thank you, Reese.

We're going to post a team at your home in case he makes contact.

Just, uh, give us a few minutes and I'll have them take you back.

Okay.

They, um... They say this is the biggest manhunt the FBI has run in a decade.

Even I've never seen anything like this.

What do you know about Keller?

He's a chess player. He thinks 10, 12 moves ahead.

So everything they're doing, all the helicopters... and the agents knocking on doors...

He would have foreseen that.

They don't know his endgame.

No.

What are you doing?

Well, they want me to go home.

Sit tight.

Is that what you're gonna do?

What do you want me to do?

Whatever it takes to bring him home.

Diana: I'm supposed to escort you home.

Neal: I need to meet a friend first.

I hope you're not planning on a deal with Keller. lf this were any other kidnapper...

Rule 1: Never let someone... emotionally involved do the negotiating.

Yeah. I've read the FBI playbook.

So has Keller.

Well, why do you think he's so different?

Early in his career, Keller pulled a three-man job.

The game was pretty straightforward, nobody got hurt.

While walking away... the third man says he thinks he left his passport behind.

While he's checking his pockets, Keller put a b*llet in his head.

The guy's passport was in his back pocket. Keller didn't wait to find out.

You were the second man.

If I can engage him, I can make sure Peter is alive and figure out a lead.

I can't endorse what you're doing.

What do you think Peter would let me do?

I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee.

I'll meet you here in...

One hour.

Here.

Here.
Hey.

So you ditched Big Brother?

Brother?

Big sister.

Yeah. She's not gonna follow us.

What's with the second hammer?

I said one.

You said to surprise you.

Mozz, you're worried about Peter.

I happen to have an arsenal of hammers.

Look, you've got half an hour before the exchange.

Unless Keller has developed a hammer fetish...

I imagine we're smashing something.

You recognize this spot?

I once met a man in this park who claimed to be John Lennon.

And I believed him.

The year was 1991.

Hmm.

Neal: This is where Kate and I used to come.

I used to think one day our kids would play in that playground.

I didn't know you thought about kids.

Yeah.

Thought we'd grow old here.

You were gonna propose?

I had the whole thing worked out, Mozz. Remember that street violinist?

Caesar.

I had him learn...

"Everybody Loves Somebody." He was gonna break into it... when we passed.

Why didn't you tell me?

Would you have approved?

Perhaps not.

But the name "Uncle Mozzie" does have a certain je ne sais quoi.

I assume you acquired a ring.

Yeah.

Figured it was safer here than in a safety deposit box... when I was in prison.

Well, any idiot can rob a bank.

That's a McNally solitaire. That's worth at least two...

And-a-half million at the last appraisal.

I thought we had depleted your resources.

I guess I was still holding out.

For what?

Hope.

That she wasn't gone.

Fate has a way of putting in front of us that which we most try to leave behind.

Dostoevsky?

No. Me during my blue period.

Are you really willing to give that up for the suit?

Keeping Peter alive is more important than holding a candle for someone who isn't.

You should stay hydrated.

Boyer: Caffrey is on his way to the exchange.

Lang: Check in with Ridgefield?

Boyer: Yeah. The transfer is in motion.

Lang: Okay, all right. Terrific.

Well, you stay here. All right?

Don't talk to him.

Don't let him talk to you.

And don't take your eyes off him. That's nice.

[LANG CLEARS THROAT]

Lang, did I hear you mention Ridgefield?

Keep your mouth shut.

Peter: Ridgefield.

Private security firm that the government has contracted out to transfer prisoners.

Could be. Or maybe I have a cousin Elmo Ridgefield.

Sounds to me like you're helping Keller escape during his transfer.

You're meeting Neal for an exchange.

So you're using whatever he gives you to buy off Ridgefield.

And they're gonna let Keller escape during the transfer.

You are a smart guy. You know what?

I genuinely like watching you work.

So you probably also picked up on the fact that I don't care if you heard us.

Which means you don't intend to let me go. You intend to k*ll me.

No. No, I don't intend to k*ll you.

No. Keller does. Once he's free.

[CHUCKLES]

Lang: Keep an eye on our friend.

[KNOCKS]

Um, I'm selling magazines.

Uh, Suit Quarterly anyone? No?

Clearly I have the wrong house.

It's okay. He's a friend.

We can talk on the patio.

Did Neal send you?

No.

I came of my own volition.

Look, I don't know anything and it's k*lling me.

Listen, I don't usually give these guys much credit.

But between them and Neal...

Peter is gonna be home in time for dinner tonight.

Do you know that?

Mozz, what do you know?

Neal is meeting with the bad guys to strike a deal.

He's also giving them what they want to ensure your husband's safe return.

Peter and I had a fight this morning.

I'm sure it was nothing.

Well, there's never small fights. It's...

If you don't resolve them, they fester. And this is the first morning that we didn't.

I thought he would've loved that I picked up the dry cleaning.

Seriously? This is about dry cleaning?

I'm sorry. The longest relationship I've had is 11 days.

And then she deflated.

I'm kidding. Go on.

Last thing I said to him was, "Have a wonderful day."

Now, I'm guessing in a fight about dry cleaning that that's pretty severe.

We're not like most couples, Mozz.

We work.

I don't wanna lose him.

Look, I understand how hard this is.

Particularly when the suits won't tell you anything.

That's why I want you to have this.

I'm gonna drop a bug in there so you can hear what they hear.

When they hear it.

Thank you.

Oh, wow, I have a set of these.

Oh, wait. No.

These aren't Russian m*llitary surplus.

Where's Peter?

He's safe.

May I see the item?

Nope.

I see Peter, you see the ring.

Those aren't the terms.

I didn't agree to any terms.

First, we'll have the ring authenticated... and delivered to the Russians, then release Burke.

You'll get it when I have proof Peter is alive.

Are you willing to let your agent die?

Are you willing to let Keller down?

All right.

Lang: Caffrey.

[DIALING]

We're gonna show Mr. Caffrey proof of life.

You can ask one question.

I'm gonna text it to Burke and he's going to text the answer back.

I wanna speak with him.

One question. Make it a good one.

What cell phone number was Caffrey using the first time you caught him?

That's the question?

Let me see it.

Wait, I don't have my glasses. Bring it closer.

Boyer: You're lucky your buddy is paying up... or my friends would be sending me a very different message right now.

Give me a break. It's been a few years.

Okay.

Area code 668...

"7337." Is that correct?

That's right.

Great.

The ring?

You're not gonna authenticate it?

If it's not reaI... you'll just never see Burke again.

Hundred bucks. Can't b*at that. Thanks.

Sure.

Neal: Do you mind?

Let me get this straight.

You gave them a multi-million-dollar ring and they still have Peter?

Yeah. I admit the terms weren't favorable.

You think?

What's the FBI found so far?

Oh, that's right.

I've got proof of life and a message.

How do you even have access... to a multi-million-dollar ring?

That's for another time.

I asked Peter for the number I used when I was first arrested.

What? You didn't have one?

Several. But I was hoping he'd take the opportunity to pass me... a 10-letter message using the keypad. He told us something.

A cross street? A location? A warning?

"Not Pam sees."

Does he know any blind Pams?

No.

"Onus border"?

Worthy of the Times Sunday edition, but it means nothing to me.

"No tram seeps"?

"Not ram reds"?

Got it.

"No transfer."

That's gotta be it. Peter wants us to stop Keller's transfer.

It's in progress. Jones is with them.

Diana.

Diana: Jones, we made contact with Peter.

Jones: Good. Is he all right?

Yeah. But he wants us to stop Keller's transfer.

Jones: Why?

I don't know. Just do it.

Diana, the convoy is already on Lafayette.

Radio the drivers.

Okay, will do.

Hey, Ridgefield 429, this is Agent Jones. Come in.

Repeat, Ridgefield 429. This is Agent Jones. Come in.

Guard: Are you gonna respond to that?

Let's do this. Don't move.

Do exactly what I say and you live.

We're secure.

[WHISTLES]

Let's go.

Ridgefield 429, come in.

Come on.

[SIREN WAILS]

Hey, man. What are you doing?

Sorry.

The fee is too high for excess baggage.

Come on. This wasn't the deal.

He's out. He's out. Cover the other side.

Officer 1: We got a runner.

Officer 2: Head out. Move out.

Officer 3: Everyone, just drive your way to the front.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay.

Why is there a tree on your dashboard?

It's a hybrid.

Showing me how efficiently I'm driving.

You're not driving very green.

All your leaves are falling off.

Do you wanna catch Keller?

I feel like I'm stuck inside the Giving Tree.

Nothing left but a stump.

I'll grow a new one over the weekend.

[CAR PHONE RINGING]

Jones, what's going on?

Jones [on phone]: Keller escaped.

All right. The three guards from the transfer bus are in custody.

We've confirmed that Keller paid off two of them and the driver.

Lang was paid a ransom when...

Caffrey. Berrigan.

My office.

Head over to the hangar. I'll meet up with you when it's done.

Keller is late.

I wonder what he's planning.

He's a hell of a chess player.

I imagine him sitting in his cell plotting every second of his escape.

There's something he's not telling you.

Hey, I have the ring. So he's not going anywhere.

Peter: With all his debts to the Russian mob, and the security firm...

I wouldn't be surprised if he already spent more than it's worth.

Shut up.

Are you sure you have the real ring?

[CHUCKLES]

Keller paid off your people.

Hey.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Now is quiet time.

I get it.

The feds hassled you. They made your life very unpleasant.

So you thought that you could do one last job and disappear.

He is not gonna hold up his end of the bargain.

You are going down for this.

Hey!

I know what I'm doing.

Do you understand that?

I sh*t him once, okay?

And now I'm gonna finish the job.

The only thing is you're not good with a g*n.

You hold it with no secondary support.

Uh-huh.

And you use your trigger finger to brace for recoil... which means you sh**t off-target.

No wonder Keller survived when you first sh*t him.

You couldn't hit a man 3 feet in front of you with a full magazine.

Well, let's give it a try.

[LANG GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

We told you to go home. And you were to take him there.

Sir, I know that, but...

But you made an exchange.

Exactly what we said we don't do.

Sir, in his defense, no one knows Keller better than Neal.

Had we interceded in any way, he thought they would've k*lled Peter.

I'll deal with you later.

Right now we've got a free criminal and a c*ptive agent to get back.

Do your job, get him out of here.

The exchange was the only way to contact Peter.

We almost stopped Keller.

I know.

I can't just go home.

Neal, you don't have a choice.

Thanks for sticking up for me in there.

I'll let you know as soon as I hear something.

[PHONE RINGS]

This is Jones.

I've got Peter on the line.

Peter, I'm gonna put you on speaker, start a trace.

Hughes: Burke.

Burke, it's Hughes. Tell us your location.

Peter: I need to talk to Neal.

Hughes: Where are you?

Reese, put Neal on the phone.

I'm here, Peter.

Listen carefully. I'm in a locked cell.

Lang is 3 feet away from me knocked out next to his g*n.

Keller is en route.

Need me to talk you through a jailbreak.

Peter [on phone]: Yeah.

That's my husband. Put him on speaker.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm not authorized.

You have my husband on the line. Put him on speaker.

The cell is roughly 8-by-12.

It's made of cement and metal bars. There's a locked hinged door.

Clear a space, 8-by-12 perimeter.

Hughes: Let's do it.

Agent: Tape.

The cell is in the middle of a schmatte-shop basement.

There are cardboard boxes... an old metal chair, a can of soda, which was a gift...

two lamps, light bulb, thread, fabric... and some really creepy mannequins.

Neal: Tell me about the door.

The cell door has an electronic keypad.

"Fossbender ES320."

Uh, Fossbender chips are hardwired to a power source plus a backup battery.

Can we disable it with anything here?

Neal: Uh...

Peter: Neal.

I'm thinking, Peter.

Think faster.

Look for the hardwire connection to the lock.

Okay, got it. Feels like a thin gauge. I'm guessing if I cut it...

You'll activate the lock's redundancy mechanism.

We need to short the backup before cutting the electricity.

There's a conduit that runs alongside the cell.

Follow that conduit to the fuse box.

I got it. It's right in the back wall. I'm putting you on speaker.

Okay. All right. Uh...

Here's where it gets tricky, Peter. Pull back the inside panel.

You'll see two hot wires and a neutral. Strip the neutral.

Hang on.

I gotta make a quick wire stripper out of the soda can.

Look at you. Improvising without me.

Peter: Done.

Okay. Uh...

Break the light bulb and attach the filament... to the battery of your cell phone.

The filament conducts a charge.

Which creates surge, shorts the power, the locking mechanism should release.

Should?

It will.

Has it occurred to you that in order to use my phone battery...?

We're gonna have to disconnect. Final step, Peter.

Lang: Hey.

Oh, God.

We've got a lock on his location. Textile shop off of 9th and 39th.

Hughes: Burke, stay on the line. There's a team on their way.

Peter: There's no time.

Diana: Come on, Peter.

How long should it take if this works?

A few seconds.

Please, honey. You can do this.

[BEEPING]

Peter?

Peter: I'm out.

Hang tight, Peter. We're on our way.

I've got Lang at gunpoint.

All right. Let's go.

You better hurry. Keller is on his way too.

Jones: FBI. Don't move.

Peter: Jones, it's me.

Jones: Peter?

Agent: Okay. Clear around back.

There he is. Escape artist extraordinaire, Peter Burke.

What happened with Keller?

He hasn't shown.

He won't. He's smarter than that.

Who knows?

Maybe he never planned on showing.

Seeing as how he didn't trust Lang.

Which would've left Lang with the ring, the debts and you.

Uh, speaking of which...

Oh, right, yeah. Thanks. It's...

Before I hand that back to you... is it stolen?

Well, it's never been reported as stolen.

Listen, if it's legitimately yours, the FBI can't hold on to it.

Well, it's been missing for a couple hundred years, but, uh...

It doesn't belong to me.

So you may wanna contact the Scotland Royal Museum.

What?

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, hon.

Hey, hon.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Keller.

I saw the surprise party you set up for me.

Very kind. I'm sorry I couldn't make it.

Yeah. Me too.

I couldn't have escaped without you, Neal.

But I guess we both got what we wanted, right?

I wouldn't say that.

How about we call this one a draw?

Take a break for a while. What do you say?

I'm gonna find you, Keller.

That might be tough.

I'm already outside your radius.

Hey, Caffrey.

You're starting to sound like a lawman.
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