03x07 - Taking Account

[bunniefuu]

Sara: Thank you.

I lived out of a hotel once.

Once?

Figured you probably stayed in a lot of hotels during your... indiscriminate youth.

I spent most of my time on the move.

Well, what was different about this hotel?

The Palazzo Sasso in Ravello.

It's the height of the Renaissance frozen in time.

Mm-hmm. With jacuzzis and hot-stone massage.

Cloisters at the Villa Cimbrone a few minutes away.

In another life, I'd have stayed there forever.

Sounds perfect. Why'd you leave?

I got word that Europol was closing in for a score I allegedly ran in Corsica.

Uh-huh. Indiscriminate youth.

Well, hotel living is fine, but I will be very happy when renovations are over and I can get back into my apartment.

Aw. Are you getting tired of roughing it in the lap of luxury?

I prefer to be somewhere where "Do not disturb" is standard policy and where I don't have to pull money to tip every day, as grateful as I am to the boys in the burgundy blazers.

[ Beeping ]

Back up there, sticky fingers.

Okay.

If you think that'll help.

You think you can guess my pin?

No. I can deduce it.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Would you like to make a wager?

Loser tips for the rest of the day.

Generously?

Of course.

You're on.

Your birthday is November 11th.

11-11.

But you grew up at 7310 Lake Street.

Good listener, but you're not even close.

Your first car was a red Chevy Nova. So?

So the 4th and 9th position in the VIN number tell you the vehicle make.

You're insane.

And...

You're a Scorpio.

You have no idea.

3-1-8-9.

That's impossible. I picked a random number.

Well, there's no such thing as random.

Your subconscious is always back there, working.

Or you saw the reflection in the camera guard.

Or I might have done that.

Mm-hmm.

[ Buzzer ]

Neal, what'd you do?

Nothing. I entered the pin.

Neal, my account is empty.

At 10:30 this morning, Manhattan Mutual Bank lost control of its server.

Within an hour, they were out $125 million.

That didn't all come from Sara.

No. Thousands of customers got hit.

That's too many to compromise with classic phishing techniques.

We're thinking computer virus.

Our best guess is a trojan camped out in the server's boot sector.

It captured administrative domain credentials and converted the entire intranet into a botnet.

In the common vernacular, the virus took over every computer in the network.

Our thief was gracious enough to leave an explanation for the crime.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

30 minutes -- Manhattan Mutual's website was replaced with this.

What the hell?

Is that a mask?

[ Distorted voice ]

Members of an interned world, too long have we suffered bureaucracy, a corpulent infant with which the masses have greedily procreated.

Today we strike a blow against the dysfunction we call world finance.

It goes on like this.

We know who's behind it?

We have a theory.

This morning, the Swiss Financial Authority reported a cash transfer into the account of Cameron Duponte.

The deposit matches the amount stolen, but we think Duponte is a cover.

There's no record of him before a few months ago.

This is a list of Manhattan Mutual clients who got hit.

This isn't just investment bankers and C.E.O.s.

We've got pensioners, public servants.

That's a lot of people without a backup plan.

A lot of people, which means this case takes top priority.

Jones, maybe there's a language in the virus that can point us to the programmer.

Diana, call up Zurich.

We need access to the Duponte account.

That's it.

So?

I got good news and bad news.

We traced the money to a Swiss bank.

Is that the good news or the bad news?

Both.

Until we prove something definitively, the account's untouchable.

Well, great -- in my experience, if the criminal's not caught before the money's spent, then those dollars are never coming back.

Which is why I intend to catch him, Sara.

Thank you.

Are you okay in the short term?

Well, this guy took everything.

And the FDIC has me filling out all sorts of paperwork.

We know how long insurance claims take.

Yes, with this many victims and different account types, could be months.

My apartment is fully under construction, so until I pull my next commission check...

You could stay with me.

You know, till this is cleared up.

Uh...at June's?

You sure that's a good idea?

Well, it's not the Four Seasons, but...

I can bring you food on a little cart.

Okay.

I remember when Elizabeth moved in.

No. No. This is temporary.

Yep. So was El.

Sorry. The place is a little bit of a mess.

Neal, what would you estimate the value of -- Moz.

Oh. Sara.

Hello.

Welcome.

I hope we didn't interrupt you.

I was, um...looking at p*rn.

At the dining room table?

Of someone else's home?

Well, you live your life.

And I see now you're living in mine.

I wasn't informed you were moving in.

She's not moving in.

You heard about the Manhattan Mutual hack?

Of course. It was a masterstroke.

Whoever's behind that shredded paper mask is a bona fide genius.

Thank you, Moz. Sara got cleaned out.

She's staying here until the money's recovered.

Oh, so we have a roommate.

"We"?

I was unaware it was a package deal.

It's...

I'm gonna put some things away.

You two can chat.

p*rn? Really?

I panicked.

I couldn't put her out on the street.

Neal, this is hardly the time to revitalize chivalry.

What about the Four Seasons?

It's a little out of my price range.

When we get to sell our treasure, there will be countries in your price range.

We have secrets here.

All right, relax -- as soon as we catch this guy, everything will get back to normal.

Did you miss me?

Uh, Sara, Neal and I were discussing your predicament.

And I would like to offer my assistance.

So you want to get rid of me.

"Po-tay-to," "po-tah-to."

Let's do it. Let's solve the case.

All right.

The thief parked the take in a Swiss bank under an alias -- Cameron Duponte.

Duponte is a specter.

The FBI barely knows where to start.

Oh, that's where we have an advantage over the feds.

We have a keen grasp of the criminal mind.

Okay, say I've stolen an incalculable fortune and secreted it away.

And every few hours, I go online to ogle my prize.

Let's say you do that.

What's the worst thing I could see?

The treasure disappearing.

Right.

Now, if Uncle Sam can't get at Duponte's account, who can?

Duponte.

But he doesn't exist.

Not yet.

We can create him.

We can go into a local branch of his bank and pretend to be Duponte.

They'll have security questions.

That's just a hiccup.

We could trade his data for our data.

Once we get control of the account...

We start spending.

The thief has to come out of hiding to stop us or watch his money vanish.

So...

[ Chuckles ]

We're talking about international bank fraud...

Well...

...Federal grand larceny, synthetic identity theft --

Don't forget conspiracy.

Okay.

All in hopes of convincing some psycho to come after us?

Concisely stated.

Look, you said if we don't catch him soon, the money's gone.

Okay, it could work.

It will work.

Then there's really only one question. How are we going to spend a 100 million dollars?

What do you think?

Do I look like monsieur Duponte?

[ Chuckles ] You are a veritable master of disguise.

Zip me up?

Mm.

You know, helping you dress seems so counterproductive.

Monsieur Duponte!

If only we didn't have a previous engagement.

Mm-hmm.

Neal... Mm?

There was a box on the bed.

The banker's box?

Yes.

Yeah, I moved it.

Where?

Right there.

That is a box of Sterling Bosch case files, which means it is very off-limits.

Ooh. Now you got me curious.

Stop it. I'm serious. All right?

Some things are private.

I thought this was about not having any secrets.

Okay, well, then what about the exceptionally well-forged passport that is behind that painting?

You searched my apartment?

No. You left it open.

And now you're changing the subject.

They're work-related.

So Peter knows about them?

Let's just say he wouldn't be surprised.

So you're not skipping town?

Look, there are a lot of reasons someone in my position would need a good alias.

You know what?

Ask Mr. Duponte.

Okay?

Okay. Come on.

But you're keeping your hands off my banker's box.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

We'll see about that.

[ Chuckling ] You're trouble.

You found something in the virus?

Oh, did I.

Okay, so, line 2,219 is an unreachable script.

A portion of the code that the program has no way of executing.

Yes, the program can't execute it, but looks what happens when I treat the code as an object file.

Boom. We get an image.

The Vulture. Mm-hmm.

One of cyber crimes' top 10 most wanted.

Pendergrass talked to the Vulture for six months before he realized he was getting strung along.

Well, hackers like that can smell a trap right through the fiber optics.

So, we have a name but no face.

And the Vulture's got $125 million that doesn't belong to him.

So, the first number on autodial is Marjorie, the head of accounts.

And second is Jacob, her assistant.

Now, this bank I.D. badge should lend you an air of credibility.

Oh. Are we concerned about cameras?

Well, if we do this right, there'll be no need to check the video.

How long to replace the account info?

Well, once I have the daily clearance code, five minutes.

Five minutes, I can deftly provide.

Then I use the new account information to verify myself as Duponte.

Let's get your money back.

[ Dialing ]

[ Telephone rings ]

Marjorie Cowell.

Hi, I'm interested in opening a combined MMA and checking account.

My name is Timothy Blackhouse Astor IV.

Of the Astors?

That's right, Marjorie.

Of course, Mr. Astor.

Let's get you set up.

Woman: Hi. Can I help you, sir?

I represent the office of the Federal Comptroller.

Kindly escort me to your accounts manager.

I'll be shifting accounts from several different financial institutions.

There's no need to herd me.

Where's Marjorie Cowell?

Uh, Mr. Astor, can I please put you on hold for a moment?

Certainly.

Great.

[ Telephone beeps ]

Hello.

Can I help you?

Uh, Marjorie Cowell?

Yes.

Having determined that the requirements of rule 17 (C) were satisfied, we turn to the claim that the subpoena should be quashed because it demands that "it would be inconsistent with the public interest to produce."

Sir. Sir, can you please keep your voice down, please?

Uh, first contention is a broad claim that the separation of powers doctrine precludes judicial review of a claim of privilege...

[ Telephone rings ]

Can I get you to just lower your voice?

...That it would be inconsistent...

Jacob Geery. Hey, Jacob.

This is Timothy Astor from the Chicago branch.

Listen, your head of accounts sent over a P-204 marked "urgent."

The thing is, she left out today's clearance code, so I'm not authorized to send this baby back.

Uh, I can't give you the clearance code.

You'll have to talk to Marjorie.

I'm aware of that, Jacob. I've been trying to call her.

Please -- Each branch must initially interpret the constitution...

S-she's busy at the moment.

All right. You know how it is with P-204s.

It's not my butt in the meat grinder.

Marjorie: I really -- I really need --

And the counsel...

Marjorie? Marjorie, I have a Timothy Astor --

Yes! Help him with anything he needs!

...Over the subpoena should hold... Yes.

Please. That any decisions of this court, however...

The code today is green 5.

You nailed it, Jacob. I'll send that P-204 right over.

All right. Have a good one.

This is not the correct --

That it is emphatically the province and duty of the judicial department to say what the law is...

Sorry. This isn't -- this is institu--

Sir, I must have you -- ...A-a-at 177.

Please, sir. I'll -- Please, can we take this to my office?

[ Indistinct arguing ]

Hi.

Cameron Duponte.

I lost my wallet.

Mozzie: ...Of Marbury v. Madison.

The separation of powers doctrine precludes judicial review of a claim of privilege...

Before you ask, I don't expect any special treatment.

Of course, Mr. Duponte.

I do have to verify some personal information before I can reissue you a debit card.

Not a problem.

"...Conversations that would be inconsistent with the public interest to produce."

Uh, the first contention is a broad claim...

[ Cellphone rings ]

I'm sorry. I didn't get your name.

Excuse me.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Hey.

You're late. Why?

I am at the bank, helping Sara out.

Ah, domestic partnership.

Hey, does she make you iron your shirts in the morning?

Mother's maiden name?

Uh, Mitchell.

Elizabeth has to make you iron your shirts?

If I'm wearing a jacket, you can only see the middle.

Street you grew up on?

Uh, Portage Avenue.

Who are you talking to?

I am with the bank teller.

Did you call to find out if my shirt has wrinkles?

Jones found a signature in the virus.

It belongs to the Vulture.

The Vulture would be a big catch.

Marjorie: Sir, please, I'm gonna have to ask you...

My friend's an avid ornithologist.

No name yet, but we'll track it down.

How's Sara holding up?

She's making the best of a bad situation.

Mozzie: However...

...Unequivocally reaffirmed the holding, the counsel, as agreed --

All right, that's enough. Can I see your credentials?

No, you may certainly not.

Please see him out.

Oh, fat chance.

I'm highly trained in hapkido.

You have restored my confidence in this organization.

Carry on, gentlemen.

Good day.

I'll be taking these.

What were you reading back there?

Oh, the court issuance from Watergate, with the word "president" excised.

I just grabbed the first thing lying around.

All right, we're in.

All the Duponte information's changed?

Everything but the balance login.

The thief can't touch the account, but he can see it.

All right.

Let's give him something to look at.

When you said we were going to spend the thief out of hiding, I envisioned something more like supermarket sweep on Fifth Avenue.

No, our first purchase should send a clear message we're willing to blow all $125 million.

Mozzie didn't seem too pleased we were pulling a con on Vulture.

He has a weakness for notorious scofflaws.

Mr. and Mrs. Duponte. I'm so glad you could make it.

The Agustawestland AW139 --

She's the Bentley of the sky.

Room for nine in a full-leather interior, multimedia center with active noise control.

Let's talk cost.

Fully decked, around $20 million.

Oh. That's...not really what we had in mind.

We do have some more economical alternatives.

[ Chuckles ]

Excuse me.

The problem is volume.

We'll need four.

I'll take it all.

We'll take all three.

Word from the Swiss bank?

Yeah. They won't budge on our request to freeze the account.

But they did report something unexpected.

Duponte came into their New York branch to have a debit card reissued.

Then started spending in a big way.

Two dozen Fioravanti suits and twice that in Valentino dresses, matching black and red Rolls-Royce convertibles.

This sounds like the world's most expensive date.

You think Duponte has a partner with expensive tastes?

I think I have a partner with expensive tastes.

What do you think?

Well, it's almost right.

There we go.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm actually worn out from shopping.

Well, you better get your second wind, because we still have a lot left in our coffers.

Well, I suppose I can muster up some strength.

Look, I have to ask you a stupid question.

Yeah.

What do we do if the Vulture does come after us?

Hackers aren't known for their physical prowess.

Neal... Hmm?

That's not a strategy.

Look, I-if the Vulture shows up, we call Peter, and the FBI arrests him.

Oh, so you were gonna call me eventually?

Oh.

Peter, there is an explanation for all this.

You thought you'd spend the money to draw the Vulture out of hiding.

I love how we're always on the same page.

Same page?

We're not reading the same book.

We're not even in the same library.

Okay, I can see that you're mad.

Damn right I'm mad.

You robbed a bank.

Vulture robbed a bank. We simply...

Robbed a different bank?

Nice dress.

What were you thinking, Sara?

Look, it was either that or we sit on our hands until this guy slipped up.

I'm not sitting on my hands. This is due process.

I should have known that you'd come up with some half-baked idea to avoid it.

If we give it some time --

No. Absolutely not. This ends now.

Sara, I suggest that you change your clothes and collect all the receipts, because all of this is going back as soon as the case is closed.

You -- you're coming with me.

There's a lot of missing money out there, and someone's going to prison for it.

You're gonna help me make sure that it's the Vulture and not the two of you.

Okay?

Maybe call and cancel the hot tub.

Yeah.

I should have known there was gonna be trouble when Sara moved in.

She didn't move in.

You don't have $125 million at your disposal, yet both things apparently are true.

Well, in the past, the Bureau's okayed extravagant stings, right?

That's right, honey. The Bureau okays them.

There are checks and balances -- a notion that goes beyond Neal's comprehension.

No, I understand checks.

It's just the balances that I struggle with.

Well, we're not any closer to finding the Vulture.

Vulture?

A hacker with a knack for fomenting social unrest.

But theft has never been his M.O.

No? Well, I'll ask him when we bring him in.

Any idea how we can get this guy?

No, that's Mozzie's province.

I keep my heists in the third dimension.

Well, I'm sure he could help.

Why don't I give Mozzie a call?

You have his number?

We chat.

They chat?

I wouldn't be too concerned.

Mozzie is very good with boundaries.

I'm not here to catch Vulture.

He's a criminal. That's exactly why you're here.

I'm here to prove his innocence.

And if you're gonna use your government trickery for any other purpose, I withdraw my services.

Calm down, Moz.

Peter won't arrest the Vulture if he isn't guilty.

Ah. Moroccan mint tea.

Mrs. Suit just bought you an extra five minutes.

I see you boys are getting along.

Like Burr and Hamilton.

Fellow revolutionaries?

Pistols at noon.

Mozzie's explaining why I should recategorize the Vulture as a civic hero.

Well, maybe Mozzie's right.

Maybe the Vulture isn't the thief.

Honey. Hm.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Tell me who he is, and I'll hear him out.

How should I know who he is?

[ Sighs ]

Look...

The entire hacker lifestyle is based on anonymity.

Chances are, the Vulture's best friends don't know his name.

How am I gonna catch this guy?

Mozzie, how are you gonna contact him?

The online underground communicates via I.R.C.

Internet relay chat -- I know what it is.

If you need to send a message to the Vulture on the Internet superhighway, then this is where you hang the billboard.

Well, how do we get the attention of a hacker?

Say "hi" from Microsoft source code?

How about the feds offer full immunity?

No.

I can't offer full immunity without going up the ladder.

Uh, you might want to go up the ladder.

You already posted it?

Take it down -- now!

It can't be undone.

In fairness, we weren't making much headway without him.

We also didn't alert the Vulture that we were onto him.

Oh. So you don't want to meet?

The Vulture responded?

Grand Army Plaza, tomorrow morning.

[ Slurps ]

Thank me any time.

Peter: This location's too public.

There's no way to know who we're looking for.

The Vulture wants to maintain a strategic advantage.

A wise move, given your propensity for casting false accusations.

Does anyone have a visual?

There's no sign of him yet.

I'm checking for smartphones and Internet connections.

You know, we're not far removed from fully sentient automobiles.

Yeah, we could be experiencing a hostile technological takeover any day now.

I'm glad the FBI is taking notice.

I have some ideas for international fail-safes that --

[ beep ]

Computerized voice: I am innocent.

See? It knows.

No, it was reading a text message, Moz.

Vulture's here.

11:00. Is that him?

That guy right there with the hat.

He's texting.

[ Laughing ] Hey!

Daddy!

[ Laughs ]

Man: How's my girls?

I don't see him.

[ Chuckles ]

It's not a him.

It's a her.

She can text without looking.

[ Beep ]

Send out the handsome one.

[ Beep ]

The one in the back.

Consider that a lesson in modesty.

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ Man shouting indistinctly ]

Diana, Vulture's a female -- green backpack, headed north.

Jones, locate the sh**t.

Jones: Roger, sir.

Get off me, you corpocratic sycophant!

She bit me.

You work for a government who apportions more weight to lobbyists than to constituents.

Who's worse?

Jones, you have anything?

Jones: We found the roost, but our sh**t is long gone.

All right, collect all the evidence and bring it back with ballistics.

You can keep your little CSI kit in your pants.

The person you're looking for is Kurt Brauer.

How do you know?

Because I helped him build the virus that drained Manhattan Mutual.

Get her out of here.

Wow. No, don't.

But did you see her?

You've got a lot of cool toys.

They're only toys in your hands.

In my client's hands, those are WMDs.

For her legal counsel, you're not helping her case.

Strike that from the record.

So, why can't we find a photo of Brauer?

He's off the grid. I've looked, too.

I can't tell you what he looks like, but I can tell you what I know.

As long as my client leaves uncharged and unmolested!

Don't touch the WMDs.

And I'm not calling you Vulture.

Sally.

Short for "Salieri"?

It is now.

Sally, you built the virus for Brauer?

I built it with Brauer.

A few months ago, he reached out to me -- wanted help scratching up a bug to infiltrate bank accounts.

Then he cut you out of the robbery.

There wasn't supposed to be a robbery.

You put your hand in the cookie jar, but you didn't want a cookie?

What do you see out that window?

I see a thousand C.E.O.s collecting undisclosed bonuses even as they lay off half their workforce.

You wanted to publicize their bank statements.

Someone in this city has to expose corruption.

Neal: Doesn't sound that different from the ideology Brauer's espousing.

His paper mask manifesto?

It's a bastardization.

All buzz, no bite.

None of us in the movement were fooled.

He didn't take a sh*t at you over your political differences.

No. He probably thinks I'm the one spending his money.

So, whoever spent the money almost got you sh*t?

Point of fact -- I was against the plan from the incepti--

I apologize. But the plan drew out Brauer.

That should count as half a win.

I'm gonna get us the other half.

We leaked security photos from your shopping spree.

Oh, that way, Brauer takes his next sh*t at me. Sounds fun.

I love how we're always on the same page.

Then we linked a series of remote purchases to a P.O. box and set up a delivery date.

He assumes I'm picking up my order and shows up to take me out.

Then we take him out.

And that's how the FBI does a sting.

Mm. I'm impressed.

But my way was more fun.

[ Whirring ]

You here to collect your legal fees?

I'm here to protect you.

That's precious, but I've been protecting myself for years.

Your face is out there, which makes you eminently trackable.

You're an expert online, but...

You're in my world now.

I see you've safeguarded against sunlight.

I don't like my neighbors.

How long is this gonna take?

Well, we need to put up electrified bars over the windows...

...Reinforce the door.

What's in there?

My bedroom.

I assume that's, uh, plenty secure.

I don't know. Is it?

Of course, they're putting RFID chips in food packaging now, so they can track you through your Cap'n Crunch.

We should replace your, uh, cereal boxes with plastic container--

Uh, foil...

It's not just good for hats.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Sara: This is what heaven feels like.

The faux-fur industry's certainly come a long way.

[ Guitar strumming ]

Is it just me, or does knowing this Les Paul cost 800 grand actually make it sound better?

We'll have to buy you a cheaper one when this is all over.

Once you go gold, you can't go back.

Sure, but you have to.

It is not in the budget once Brauer's plunder is back where it belongs.

Unless we could find another way.

Meaning?

[ Sighs ]

These past few days --

They remind me of the Palazzo Sasso.

They've been perfect.

You're really hung up on that hotel.

It wasn't just the hotel.

It was a time in my life when I had everything I was looking for --

Freedom...

Excitement...

Comfort...

And the right people to share it with.

You think...this might be another one of those moments?

[ Keyboard clacking ]

What if I told you that we could keep living like this?

[ Chuckles ]

What -- rich beyond measure, unaccountable to anyone or anything, not a care in the world?

Is that a yes?

No, it's a daydream.

Well, maybe daydreams can come true.

And that is why I like you.

Because you dreamed all of this up.

And it really has been a hell of a lot of fun.

But?

But we didn't earn it, Neal.

People like me don't get gold-plated guitars --

Not legally.

Hey.

I don't cross any line I can't come back from.

And I'd never ask you to.

Okay.

Well, maybe this is our Palazzo Sasso, then.

But I think you're forgetting a very important part of that story.

The Palazzo Sasso didn't last.

You're right.

What's the plan if Brauer doesn't show up at the P.O. box?

You spent $90 million in 36 hours.

He'll show.

How are you and Sara doing?

Well, you know, there are always growing pains.

She's taken over the closet?

Are you in a full-fledged garment w*r with Elizabeth?

I mean, first she wants you to iron your own shirts, and now she's taking over the closet?

We're not talking about El and me.

Sara did complain about my anklet.

Ooh.

I toss in my sleep, and she bruises easily.

How about if I take off your anklet?

That'd be great.

Then we'll see if Sara prefers conjugal visits.

[ Chuckles ]

'Cause you'd be in prison.

A-as a rule of thumb, you shouldn't have to explain your jokes.

Yeah.

Brauer didn't come to the P.O. box.

Evidently, $90 million isn't as compelling as one might think.

He did send a delivery service.

A delivery service?

What was the delivery?

A flash drive.

[ Keyboard clacking, computer beeps ]

To the bourgeois swine responsible for squandering the capital with which our freedom was to be purchased --

More B.S. political rhetoric.

Doesn't make sense.

Last time, he put a .40-caliber round an inch from Vulture's head.

And now he's leveling idle threats.

What's he up to?

[ Beeping ]

Guys, we got a problem.

What is it?

Brauer got behind the firewall.

Get everybody offline now.

Everybody! Network cables out now!

Peter: Unplug your computers! Unplug them!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

I need a full system reboot.

What the hell happened?

I thought cyber crimes scanned that drive.

They did. They did. This is something new.

A virus hidden between lines of code on the video file?

If Brauer got in our network, who knows what he has.

We're back up. Good.

This machine was inactive when we got hacked.

So it should be clean.

He went straight for the Duponte account, but he just got the personal information Caffrey changed.

He's restoring the identity you stole from him.

Well, he'd have to go into the bank to access the money.

After that, I'm betting he splits town as fast as possible.

If Brauer was at the bank, he'd be on their security footage.

The Swiss still won't play ball.

Without Brauer's photo, we're not catching him.

Technically, we don't need permission to pull the security tapes.

Don't we have a new friend who hacks into banks?

Mozzie: Uh, hello?

Moz?

Neal, this isn't a great time.

Yeah, well, you've got the FBI on the line.

We need to talk to your new client.

Please call my office during normal business hours to set an appointment.

Can you find Sally or not?

Hang on.

Do you see my glasses?

Sally: They're right in front of you.

Wait.

Are they...

I think...they are.

[ Zipper closes ]

Are these your socks?

That one is mine.

I will never unhear that.

Okay, she's here now.

Yeah, we got that.

We think Brauer has recaptured the Duponte account.

He's got to be on surveillance, but the bank is stonewalling.

For obvious reasons, the FBI can't violate their security.

But if someone else did...

Ah, way ahead of you.

We'll send over the footage as soon as we have it.

Bye.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Me too.

We got video.

It's cued up to just before the account was reinstated.

That's got to be Brauer.

Stop there.

Back him up to the door.

Blow it up on his face.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

All right, Logan, get that picture to NYPD.

Tell them to put out an all-points.

All right, let's get to the end.

I want to see what he did when he left.

Do we have the exterior camera?

Freeze it. Right there.

Can we bring it closer?

I know where that cab dropped him off.

Spread out.

I need an agent on every jetty, car park, and subway terminal.

Jones: Let's get into position! Red team!

Blue team's with me.

Diana, get someone in the CCTV room.

Let terminal security know we're here.

Got it.

I told Hughes we need more agents.

This is one of the biggest ports in the eastern seaboard.

We could definitely use more manpower. This is...

Neal?

Yeah?

Get Sally back on the line.

What are you thinking?

[ Ringing ]

Mozzie, it's agent Burke.

I need your help.

We're gonna deputize every single person in this terminal.

I own the cell towers.

How are you on the video monitors?

Fits and starts. The HSM box is giving me trouble.

It's the Cellcom unit.

You should try running a router mask. ...A router mask!

[ Keyboards clacking ]

You think they can pull it off?

Well, you picked the right two misfits to try.

And there's your answer.

Wow.

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeping ]

That was fast.

21st century's a house of cards, Peter.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Cellphones beeping, chiming ]

Now the fun part. Yep.

Hey.

That's the guy! That -- that's him!

We got him!

T-that's him! That's him!

Diana: Brauer! Freeze!

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Grunts ]

Man, he looks familiar.

Have I seen your picture somewhere?

Yeah, you're somebody. Isn't he?

Yeah, he's definitely somebody.

This won't stick. Hmm?

I'm a hero. You're a thief.

Not underground. Not to my people.

I've actually spent a lot of time with your people.

More than he'd like.

You robbed a bank, and you tried to k*ll Vulture.

You don't have any friends left, above or below ground.

And I bet this has everything we need to prove you built the virus.

Just don't plug it in at the office.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Big Brother here. We're always watching.

Neal: We got him.

Excellent.

Tell Sally thanks.

Tell the Suit he can thank me with Department of Justice access codes.

Not gonna happen.

We'll settle for Department of Agriculture.

You know how hormone-injected chickens are --

Thanks, Moz.

[ Chuckles ]

Neal: Another "W" for Caffrey and Burke.

Peter: Complete with late-inning heroics --

Just the way I like it.

What, you don't appreciate a nice, relaxing blowout?

Oh, I'll take a win however I can get it.

There is something about the bottom of the ninth.

Yeah, bases loaded, full count, two outs.

And we knock it out of the park.

Plus, you always make sure my job is a challenge.

Ah, come on. Mm.

I sent some probies to your apartment to collect your millionaire fantasy camp.

There'll be a lot of happy people to know they're getting their money back.

Yeah, and a lot of unhappy store clerks when you return everything we bought with Brauer's score.

You worried about that or the fact that you have to give it up?

Can it be both?

Nope. You knew you couldn't keep those things forever.

Do you remember when I was staying at the Palazzo Sasso in Ravello and you had Europol closing in?

No. You were in Ravello?

Right after the Corsica heist.

Ohh.

I had no idea you were there.

I had Europol leak that we were getting close so you'd keep moving.

You were bluffing.

Yeah.

So I could have stayed there.

Yeah. I guess you could have.

That's the last of it. Thank you, guys -- very much.

No problem, ma'am.

You get the door?

Man: Yeah.

[ Buzzing ]

June: Sara?

I see you've found Mozzie's bug scanner.

Sorry, June. I didn't know you were home.

I-I don't like those federal agents around the house without supervision.

Sure.

You and Mozzie don't care much for authority.

Let's just say it's an acquired distaste.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, this place is incredible. It's like Franklin Castle.

Who built it?

My late husband, Byron.

The police arrested him when they found some fake casino chips under the cushion.

But after he came back from prison...

Probably still had a lot of secrets --

Just hid them better?

We're not talking about Byron anymore, are we?

No.

Give Neal time, and he'll let you in.

And in the meantime?

I saved Byron's hide on many occasions.

I knew more than he thought I did.

Thank you.

Talk later.

Yes, ma'am.

Bye.

Bye.

[ Footsteps depart ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Neal: We got Brauer.

I heard. It's pretty amazing.

When will you be home?

Are we a "when will you be home" couple?

No. I...

I'm asking because when you said that we could keep living like this, what did you mean, Neal?

Nothing.

You know, it's like you said -- I was...daydreaming.

Really? That's all?

That's really all.

Come on. Smile.

You're gonna get your money back.

We'll celebrate tonight.

Okay.

What you got there?

Oh. Vulture's number.

And I didn't even have to circumvent a middlebox.

You got yourself a girlfriend.

Neither I nor she would ever thrust such a crude epithet upon ourselves.

You thinking about staying?

In New York?

Yeah.

You're thinking about staying.

It's crossed my mind.

No, no. I-I don't want to hear this.

Nobody knows we have the treasure, Moz.

We can live our lives.

As closet billionaires?

I don't think so.

That's not how this works.

The secret of the treasure is radioactive.

A look here, a whisper there.

It's...too big.

It can't be kept.

What are you doing?

Cutting all ties.

Our future is lying in a vault right now, waiting for us.

This is no time to be dropping anchor.

No complications.

No complications.

Don't you have perfect recall?

Symbolic gesture.

Neal, what did you do?