White Collar (2009–2014): Season 3, Episode 15 - Stealing Home - full transcript

When a wealthy Yankees fan recruits Neal to help steal a prized piece of memorabilia, Neal is reminded of what life could be like again as a high-end thief.

Any family in the area?

None to speak of.

Marital status?

Seriously?

You and Sara are getting along
again. Maybe you eloped.

Vegas is a little outside my radius.

Do you have to
fill that out right now?

Your commutation hearing is in a week.

I put this off as long as I could.

Would you say you have a girlfriend?

That's really on there?



Neal, the board is deciding

whether to release you
from your anklet --

from me -- permanently.

They want to know who's in your life.

Are they a good influence,

or are they gonna steer you
back to the dark side?

And you think Sara could be
an angel on my shoulder?

As opposed to that little devil

you have on your shoulder now.

Mozzie's more of an imp than a devil.

Hmm.
But I was released into your custody.

Ultimately,
what you say at the hearing

will carry the most weight.

Okay.



Target approaching.

Gordon Taylor.

He sure knows how to make friends.

He's one of the most beloved
cons in the world.

And no criminal record.

He's a pro.

Makes me wonder
if that would be you --

If you hadn't caught me?
I'd like to think so.

If Gordon Taylor's in town,

it means he's here to do a job.

He's a key suspect

in some of the biggest heists
in the past decade.

Wow. Antibes. That the location
of his last job?

No, that's his villa.

They say you can hear his parties

all the way across the Mediterranean.

That's not true.
Reminds me of college.

Regardless,
Taylor is a contract thief.

We need to find out who hired him

and what they're planning to steal.

How is it Taylor
doesn't have a record?

Oh, he has a saying --

"Nobody gets caught.
Everybody gets paid."

And so far, he's lived up to that.

He also has a very loyal following,

and it helps
that the public loves him.

Even his victims say nice things.

Check this out.

Oh, this was a heist he ran in Paris.

He dove out
of a second-story window

onto this guy's Peugeot.

Two weeks later, Taylor
sends a check to the owner

to cover the damages.

Claimed he heard about the car
on the news.

Because he's popular,

it's difficult to find witnesses
willing to talk.

He's careful, and he's smart.
This isn't gonna be easy.

We need to find out
what he's hitting and when.

He hires locally.

Neal, talk to the street,

figure out what kind of crew
he's putting together.

Diana, follow the money trail
surrounding his trip.

Jones, cover surveillance
on the hotel.

I want intel on everyone he meets.

You got it.

Boss, you got a minute?

Yeah.

Can I speak freely?

Of course.

When Agent Kramer was here
last week, he told me

he doesn't think Neal deserves
to have his sentence commuted.

Kramer told you that?

He wanted to know
what I planned to say

when I testify at Neal's hearing.

He didn't say anything to me.

He knows you consider Neal a friend.

Can I ask...

What am I gonna say at the hearing?

I haven't decided.

Kramer's sending some of his people

to pick up Neal's old prison letters.

His letters to Kate?

We always suspected
they contained codes,

but we could never crack them.

Maybe he thinks he can.

Give Kramer what he wants.

If he asks me to go behind your back?

I can't imagine he would.
If he does?

If he does, do it.

But I want you to tell me about it.

I may be jeopardizing

a wonderful career opportunity
back in D.C.

I thought
Christie hated D.C.

She does.
And I work for you.

"Without leaps of imagination,

you lose the excitement
of possibility."

Are you quoting Gloria Steinem?

She's not just for feminists.

She has unlocked
what's missing in our lives.

We need jobs.

If she only knew who she inspired.

Oh, she does.

But not any job.
A good job. A big job.

Well, I have to be careful

about taking those kind of jobs
at the moment, okay?

Look, I know this is risky
with your big hearing coming up,

but this is too good to pass up.

You are looking at the first man hired

to be part of Gordon Taylor's
next score.

No, no, no, Moz.
The FBI is after Taylor.

Peter and I are chasing down his crew.

Me! You're looking for me.
I'm his crew.

Pull out.
You're gonna get caught.

Taylor never gets caught,
and everybody gets paid!

Have you already said yes?

Yeah, of course I did.
No one says no to Taylor.

And he asked me about you
to be his possible point man.

He asked about me?

Point. Man.

All right, there's a way
we can still do this,

but you're gonna have to work with us.

"Us" --
you mean the suits?

Yeah.

Unh-unh.

You're already in.

Taylor's going down
one way or another.

Yeah, I don't want to be the one
to bring him down.

Look, if we do this right,
no more anklet, no more prison.

I'll be free, Moz.

Look, Neal, I --
I want to help you.

R-really, I do,
but not in this way.

Come on.
The guy's a legend.

All right, how about this?
You keep your integrity intact.

You said Taylor was asking about
me, so set up the meeting.

Then you've done your part.

If he takes you on,
I will not wear a wire,

I will not testify,
and I will not lie to Taylor.

You won't have to. It'll be like
we're really doing the job.

Yeah, without the fun.

Or the threat of prison.

Like I said.

This case takes us home, Moz.

Home.

That's an apropos analogy,
considering the target.

Why?
What's the target?

Taylor's gonna hit Yankee Stadium?

It's a good job.

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Got to hand it to you.

Took you all of 24 hours
to find out Taylor's target.

Well, not only that,
but as an added bonus,

I've figured out a way
to work Mozzie into his crew.

Really?
Uh-huh.

Are you in his crew?
Not yet.

But I'm thinking that's
the way to go on this one.

Me and Moz on the inside.

Any idea what Taylor's going after in there?
Nope.

I don't know what you're planning,

but you are
one week away from freedom,

and you are really
playing with fire here.

You're welcome.
Mm-hmm.

Let's go to the ballpark.

You're in a good mood.

My dad took me to a day game
when I was 8.

Decided then and there I wanted
to play for the Yankees.

Yeah, you and every other
8-year-old at the game.

Yeah. I did end up
getting pretty good.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

I imagine a shelf somewhere

loaded with
little-league trophies.

Wow. Yankee Stadium.

New house that Ruth built.

New cathedral of baseball.

The new Bronx Zoo.

Hmm.

You must be Geoffrey,
head of security.

Special Agent Peter Burke.

Neal Caffrey.

Well, thanks for the heads up.

Looked over the file you sent.

He's never used a weapon
or a threat of violence?

No, but we can't relax.

We know Taylor intends to strike
somewhere in the stadium.

We're trying to identify
the likely times and targets.

Well, the vaults below are secure,

but we handle millions in cash
from concessions every game.

You should vary
the pick-up and drop-off times.

And of course, the public
has easy access to the museum.

I think we should see that
for ourselves.

All right.

This is awesome.

Okay.

You know, we can't even place a value

on most of these pieces of history.

They're each
one-of-a-kind.

Is all your memorabilia in this room?

Well, most of it's
concentrated in here,

but we also have championship trophies

and retired jerseys
throughout the building.

Got to be millions
of square feet to cover.

We should get blueprints.

Hey.

Slugger.

Right.

Uh, could we trouble you
for building plans

and a chart of the display cases
and security cameras?

Sure. Why don't you wait here
while I pull it all together?

I, uh --
I get the feeling

you'd like to look around
a little more.

Thanks, Geoffrey.
Sure.

Go ahead.

Being here, all this...

reminds me of watching games
with my dad.

Your dad take you to a lot of games?

No. Mostly we'd
watch them on TV.

He'd run an extension cord
out to the porch,

put on our Yankee caps,
crack open a beer.

Way to go, dad.

Well, root beer for me.

During commercials,
we'd throw the ball around.

Sounds like something to go home for.

It is.

And when I go back, we still do it.

Except now I drink real beer.

Hmm.

Oh, man.

What I'd pay to have that bat
in my collection.

I bet it's a lot of money
for that piece of wood.

"Piece of wood"?
Yeah.

I mean, take away the fact
that DiMaggio swung it,

it's just a bat.

But some guy named Pollock
can splatter paint on a canvas

and you think it's worth
millions of dollars.

"Splatter paint on a canvas"?

You stand in front
of one of Pollock's works,

the chaos fades away
and you see the discipline,

the balance of restraint and abandon.

Like when DiMaggio
stepped up to the plate.

Great art has a broader meaning.

It captures a time,
a place, an emotion.

This bat was used to set
the all-time hit-streak record

the same year
Hirohito bombed Pearl Harbor.

For four,
five at-bats a day,

Joltin' Joe let Americans forget
that we were going to war.

A time, a place, an emotion.

This bat, those balls, these pennants

got this country through
some tough times.

They still do.
Gives us something to root for.

And if you work hard,
swing for the fences...

Ah.

...anything's possible.

That's how you feel about baseball?

That's how a lot of people feel
about baseball.

Yankees security is sending over
more surveillance footage.

Great.
Where's Caffrey?

Prepping for his audition
for Taylor's crew.

A bit like putting a drink
in the hands of an alcoholic.

Reformed alcoholic, I know.

And it's more like a bottle.

But putting Caffrey side by side
with someone like Taylor

is the best way to nail him.

Here's some surveillance
from the hotel.

Yes, I know. It's Mozzie.

He's Neal's in.

How convenient.
Mm-hmm.

So long as he stays on our side,
we don't ask questions.

We've granted Mozzie immunity.

To preserve his street cred,

you want us to arrest him
if we catch him?

And make it look real.
Oh, I will.

Same for Caffrey.

Taylor knows a lot about Neal,
but our backstop has held up.

That he was released two years ago

but remains a person of interest

in a number of elegant
high-profile crimes.

Any other questions?

Good.
Let's make the Yankees proud.

Billiards.
Couldn't be a better audition.

Don't get cocky.
The man is unparalleled.

He has won
the Taylor World Championship

so many times they named
the tournament after him.

Are you jealous?
I'm ecstatic for him.

It gives me hope knowing

that Taylor and his villa on
the French Riviera even exist.

Of course I want to be him.

I assume his game is eight ball.

Oh, it is.

Winning is important, but more so,

he says he can learn everything
he needs to know about you

by how you play pool.

Hmm.
How competitive you are,

what risks you take,
your level of confidence...

Did you get any more info
on what he's after?

Oh, Taylor is true to his rep.

He promises no details
until the game is afoot.

It's a good way to keep a crew honest.

Yeah. We could learn
a lot from him.

Oh, and when you meet him, he's
gonna give you a big bear hug.

It seems like he's just
being effusive, because he is.

But what he's really doing is --
giving me the pat-down.

Exactly.
Got it.

Oh, that must be your cue.

To do what?

No, I mean your new cue.

Hello.

Hi, June.

Now, while I still have
serious reservations

about your participation,
I felt compelled

to give you the best shot at success.

Gentlemen, may I present Lord Byron.

June, I love you.

I mean, Byron must have
run the tables with this.

You know, for some reason,
every great con man in the world

needs to master the game of pool
at some point in his life.

I was 9 years old.

There was a pool hall
on my way home from school.

A pool hall in St. Louis,
Missouri.

Must have been full of hustlers.

Yeah.
I was one of them.

Neal.
Mm.

Thank you.

Hi, Peter.
Hi, Sara.

What's going on,

aside from that mustard stain
about to happen?

Oh. Thank you.
Can I get you anything?

No.
Here you go.

No, that's all right.

The board is putting together

a list of character witnesses
for Neal's commutation hearing.

I'm sorry -- his what?

He didn't mention that to you?

No.

Commutation hearing?
So Neal might be set free?

It's possible.
And why would they do that?

After Keller's arrest,
the board of corrections

recommended an early release for Neal.

Well, good for him.

Yeah.

Only Caffrey, huh?

Well, could be.
It's far from settled.

How do you think it's gonna go?

The board knows that you testified

against Neal at his trial.

Yes -- I was very upset
about that Raphael back then.

Oh, but somehow, you were
able to get past that

far enough to start dating him.

So if I testify,
my relationship with Neal

is likely to come up as public record?

It might get a little uncomfortable.

No, no, no. It's not
the relationship, Peter.

It's why we broke up
that poses the problem.

I'm gonna assume pleading the fifth

is not ideal at these hearings.

No. No, it's not.

Honestly, I don't know where
Neal and I stand right now.

You might want to think about it.

Here comes your 2:00.

Hi.

Neal Caffrey.

Welcome.

So, uh, you're a pool player.

Yeah, I like to play.

Of course, I don't know
if I'm in your league.

Well, there's only one way
to find out, isn't there?

Let me just finish up.

You're up.

So, Neal, tell me about yourself.

When did you get out?

18 months and 17 days ago,

not that I've been counting.

I've never been
to the big house, myself.

It does not look like fun.

It certainly forced me
to be more cautious.

I can tell.

You haven't given me
very many choices.

C'est la vie.

So, what do you think, Neal?

Let the boss win
so you can get the job?

Absolutely not.

Correct. I prefer honesty
over ass-kissing.

Thought you might appreciate
the challenge.

Of course, I don't mind
the occasional puckering up.

Excellent effort.

Except you've left yourself
with no shot.

Eight ball, corner pocket.
What if I can make that shot?

I don't think you can.

If I make that shot right now,
will you hire me on the spot?

Listen, Neal, you play
aggressively, but with grace.

You think ahead,
and if half of what I've heard

about the u-boat treasure
is true,

then I definitely want you on my team.

But you're
over-reaching,

and that is a very bad sign.

I can make the shot.

You make it, you're in.
You miss, you walk out the door.

All right.

Welcome aboard.

Same place tomorrow morning,
we'll go over the plan.

I'll be there.

It's open.

Hi, Neal.

Sara.

Hi.

This is a surprise.

Yeah, today is that kind of day.

Oh, you need my help on another case?

No.

Peter told me about
your commutation hearing.

Oh, yeah. That.

Yeah, that.
Congratulations.

Thank you.
How long have you known about it?

A while.

Yeah?

You didn't say anything
about it when we...reconnected.

Yeah.

Look, I didn't bring it up

because I didn't want to ask you
to appear at the hearing.

You didn't trust what I would say?

No. We worked together,
and it went really well.

Yeah, I thought so.

I didn't want you to think

it was because I needed you
to say nice things about me.

Oh.

Well, I appreciate that.

Don't do it again.

What?

Neal, what are we doing right now?

Talking?

Yes, we're talking. We're
being open with each other.

That is what we need to do.

I don't need you to protect me

by hiding things from me, all right?

'Cause that's where
we got tripped up last time.

That, and a multi-billion-dollar
u-boat treasure,

you know, explosion.

All right. Tonight,
you and I are gonna talk.

Not about your hearing,
but we are gonna talk.

What do we talk about?

Everything.

Quid pro quo.

I am an open book.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

I think I know where to start.

Of course you do.

How many other former fiancés
do you have?

Okay.

And do they all practice tai chi?

Stop it. It was just the one.
Really?

It was the one.
Are you sure?

Is your real name Neal?

That is a very long story.

It sounds like a really good story.

It's really boring,
and I'd prefer it, frankly,

if you started with something
a little more innocuous.

Gonna have to work into it?
Yeah.

Hi!
Good morning.

Peter will be down
in just a second. Come on in.

You, uh, want some breakfast?

I would love some.
Good.

Thank you.

This place looks great, by the way.

Thanks!

You're, uh, awfully chipper
this morning.

So are you.

El, you are a tigress!
A tigress!

Honey!

Oh, I know when you --

Hey, Neal.
You grab some breakfast?

Hey.
I'm not hungry anymore.

You're early.

I'm excited to get started
on this case.

Excited to work with Taylor?

Excited to bring Taylor to justice.

Oh.

Have you ever heard of
Robert Withrow, Jr.?

Wealthy, entitled son
of Robert Withrow, Sr.,

and owner of the Withrow Hotel?

The one and only.

Diana followed Taylor's
money trail back to him.

That would explain why he's
staying at the Withrow Hotel.

Well, his passion for baseball
raised some eyebrows.

He collects priceless
baseball memorabilia.

The Yankees say he's tried to buy

some of their most significant
pieces over the years.

But they're not willing to sell.
Enter Taylor.

Exactly.

That's Geoffrey, from the Yankees.

Why don't you finish your breakfast,

then we'll wire you.

Geoffrey, good news.

I never realized how much
Peter loves baseball.

Well, you know, the twins drafted him.

Wait, he played pro?

He had an amazing slider.

Played in the minors
right after college.

Wow.

And two weeks into spring training,

I blew out my rotator cuff.

Honey, I'm sorry. I thought Neal knew.
It's okay.

I'm gonna finish getting ready.
You guys, have a good day.

All right.
Love you.

Love you.
See you.

So, that's it, huh?

You only got to play for two weeks?

Mm.

I went under the knife,
and they were able to repair it.

Three months later,

I was back in the rotation
with the triple-A club.

So you still had the slider?

Yeah, but that was the problem.

I could throw it, but the doctors said

if I continued,
I'd destroy my arm for good.

That was in my head
every time I pitched.

So I left.

I had a choice --
I could continue down that path

or find a new passion.

It's a tough call to make.

You never look back and wish
you played in the majors?

Oh, of course I do.

There's no bigger dream
than playing in the show.

Standing on that mound, right
in the middle of the stadium,

listening to the crowd
chant your name.

Ah.

In hindsight, if I'd kept playing,

I would have destroyed my arm.

Then I never would have been
able to pass the FBI physical.

And I never would have caught you.

Come on.
Time for our show.

Caffrey's anklet's off,

he's wired,
and inside the billiard room.

Jones, when you played ball,

did you ever imagine
having walk-out music?

Hmm?
You know, walk-out music,

to get the crowd going
when you walk out to the mound.

Yeah, I know what it is.

I never set my sights that high.
I take it you did.

"I go to work,"
except it'd be "I go to Burke."

Kool Moe Dee?
Really?

Yeah. Yeah.
I was a closer.

"I go to Burke."
That's definitely old-school.

It works.
Yeah, it works. Uh, they're in.

As I of yours.

That thing at the Del Monico
a few months back...

Was that just Neal,
or was it the both of you?

He's not one to brag.

Oh. I respect that.

It was me, not him.

Looks like our cover story's working.

They think Caffrey was involved

with the Del Monico diamond heist.

You know, Kramer actually
asked me about it.

He ask you anything
about Neal's old prison letters?

Diana said he's sending a team
in to scour them for codes.

No, just about Neal's old crimes.

By the end of the conversation,
he had me thinking twice

over whether we'd be doing the
bureau and Caffrey any favors

by letting him out early.

Mozzie, they were
out of the Gosset Brut,

so I had them open a Grand Cuvee '96.

Oh. '96 Grand Cuvee.

My usual.

Neal, I know how much you love
the Caspian Osetra Caviar

so they're bringing up an ounce.

Much appreciated.

You think this is
what his life will be like?

Who? Neal?

When his anklet's off.

There is that chance

we'll be hearing
this same conversation.

Yeah, only then it'll be
a lot harder to monitor him.

Yeah.

Huh.

Robert.

- Let's talk outside.
- No, that's nonsense.

I wanted to see
what my money's bought me.

Gentlemen.
What's going on?

This is a friend of mine.
I'm your boss. Who are you?

What's going on over there?

This is a jammer.

Without it, we only talk
about the weather.

Every frequency's killed.

We almost had
Withrow and Taylor on tape.

Instead we're out here with nothing.

Okay. Here's the deal.

The only thing I know about you guys

is that you're a bunch
of professional thieves,

so I'm sure
you won't take it personally

when I say that I don't trust
any one of you.

But you hired me.

It's my job to deliver on our agreement.
Yeah.

And I know that you will,

because Paul here's gonna
make sure by going with you.

This isn't working for me.

Guns get you caught, hurt, 10 to life.

No guns. No outsiders.

It's non-negotiable.

Then this is where we part company.
No hard feelings.

Gentlemen, thank you very much indeed.

I'll be in touch shortly
to pay you for your time.

I hope we can work together
again soon.

Hold on. Hold on.
You can't just walk out of here.

They know who I am.

That's because you waltzed in here

and introduced yourself to everybody.

Nobody's leaving.

Robert, please.

Neal.

If the feds can't hear us,
this may turn into

the last 10 minutes
of a Tarantino film.

If they could hear us,
they'd be here already.

Yeah, and we die in
a slow-motion hail of bullets

while Nancy Sinatra plays
ironically in the background.

All right, don't zip up
your boots yet, Nancy.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

It's all right, Neal.
I've got it under control.

Understood, but I just had a thought.

It seems to me if Mr. Withrow
trusts Paul,

then we should trust him, too.

Use him as our breaker,

so long as he doesn't change the plan.

And Taylor has a good reason
for the no-guns rule.

Stadium security does not mess around.

We'd need weeks
of additional preparation,

and even then,
it's not worth the risk.

Paul joins us,
but we leave the weapons here.

That's just my two cents.

Are you willing
to put Paul on your crew?

I've got men on every exit.
What now?

Keep monitoring from here
in case they come back online.

I'm gonna check in
with Yankees security

to get an op order for today's game.

I have a feeling
this is going down soon.

We'll let you know
the moment they move.

Great.

Yankee Stadium.
The museum.

What's our target?

George Herman Ruth's
first official home run ball,

hit against the Yankees
on May 6, 1915,

at the Polo Grounds.

It's priceless, not for sale.

Mozzie, you're first up.
How'd the hunt go?

Oh, good.
This ball is from 1921.

Excellent.

Your job will be to detail this
to perfection.

Neal, how's the Babe Ruth signature?

He couldn't tell us apart.

That's what I like to hear.

When Mozzie's finished,
you sign the ball.

Then at the stadium,
you make the switch.

They're gonna catch on it's a forgery.

Yeah, Neal's right --
I can make this passable,

but an expert will nix this
on closer observation.

Exactly.

We want them to know that it's stolen,

just after we're gone.

Duran, you're gonna play lookout

while Smitty sets up the video feed.

Paul --
trustworthy Paul --

you now have the most important job.

You'll pretend to admire
the Babe Ruth ball...

smash the glass...

...and run away,
leaving the ball there.

Security will pursue.

That would be me.

And Neal will switch out
the real ball for the fake ball.

And meet me
in the upper-deck hallway

in a camera-blind spot
to make the pass.

And then you'll give me the ball
at parking K-5.

Exactly.

Neal...

Nice watch.

Thank you.

Take it off.

You're a security guard.
They don't wear $5,000 watches.

In fact, all of you,
cellphones, watches,

communication devices in the bucket.

From now on, no outside contact.

Thanks for the update, Diana.

Kramer's people are here.

I wasn't invited in.

You let me know if you hear anything.

Peter, I've got the op order.

They've approved two additional teams.

All right. Great.

If we don't hear from Caffrey
in two hours, we move in.

Yes, sir.

Sara.
Peter.

Is this a bad time?
What's up?

I've made a decision.

The burnt amber is calibrated
ever so slightly warm.

Oh, here. Practice.

I need to get a message to Peter.

He's inspiring, Neal.

He's skilled, strategic,
magnanimous...

Commutation, Moz.

I thought a lot about what you said,

and I want to testify on his behalf.

Okay.
The cost of freedom.

What do you want the note to say?

I'll hide it under the stitching.

We talked. A lot.

And...

While he is never going to be
a model citizen,

he's also not the brazen thief
that he was six years ago

when I went after him
for that Raphael.

Hmm.

Excuse me.
Yeah.

Yeah, Jones.
What's up?

Tail them and stay low.
I'm on my way.

What's going on?

Neal's about to rob Yankee Stadium.

Gather 'round, gentlemen.
It's game time.

I want to see this ball
that I'm paying for.

I don't want any of you
walking out with the real one

when I'm stuck with the fake.

Let's see.

Mozzie?

Uh...of course.

Unh-unh-unh. Fingerprints.
Come right over there.

If they find Peter's note,
then cue up Nancy Sinatra.

It's good.

Wait, what's this?
The two red stitches in a row.

Uh, t-that's
for your benefit.

It'll fool most of the experts,

and of course it's not
on the real ball.

So you'll be able to tell
the difference.

Nice work, Mozzie.

I knew you were the man for the job.

All right, gentlemen.
Let's go.

Hi, Peter. Game on.

Diana, I'm at the stadium.
What's our status?

We got this place covered.

Any sign of Taylor and his crew?

They're here,
used the V.I.P. entrance.

Taylor and Mozzie are holed up
in the Delta Suite.

Is Withrow with them?

Negative. We believe
he's still at the hotel.

What about Neal and the others?

They spread out in the crowd.

Geoffrey's got extra men at
every hot point we identified,

so as soon as they surface,
we got 'em.

All right.
I'll meet you in five.

Here's the pitch.
Right on schedule.

They may be on to us.

Looks like there's
additional security.

Guess we'll have to give them
someone to catch.

Hmm.

Batter up.

Hey! Stop right there!
Get him!

I confess.
I confess.

We've got a vandal in the museum.

Secure the room.

No, no. I got it.
You guys can take him in.

All right, everybody.
Clear out of here, please.

Okay? Can you back up?
Thank you.

Looks like he broke
clean through the glass.

Get everybody out of here.

Runners on the corners.

Like clockwork.

I-I have to tell you,
Mr. Taylor,

this is a first-class
operation from top to bottom.

Well, you and Neal
are a pleasure to work with.

You're not having
nearly enough fun, Mozzie.

Oh, I cloak anxiety

with indifference
and reserved chatter.

You know, I might have some work
coming up later in the summer.

How do you feel about Paris?

J'adore Paris, mon frere.

Good.

Good.

You're up.

I don't know anything about any heist!

Last chance.
You sure?

I accidentally bumped into the case.

Get him out of here.

Well, he's got to be the decoy.

This just doesn't add up.

I mean, why didn't he take the ball?

Because he left it
for someone else to take.

I want to see the ball
that's in that case now.

All right.

I'm on deck.

Okay. Good luck.

Thanks.
See you around.

Agent Berrigan,
someone's approaching the suite.

Description?

5'10", brown hair, slender build,

wearing a jacket and cap.

Moving in now.

I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!

False alarm.

They just don't have the bats
to put runs on the board.

Come on, Peter.

What do you make of that?

The pattern on the stitching's off.

Yep. It's supposed to consistently
alternate red, blue, red, blue.

This patch here, it's red and red.

Is that a common mistake?

No. But I'll have to check
this ball's documentation.

You know, it's nearly 100 years old.

That'll take too long.

What are you doing?

Bear with me.

Wait!

Ohh, I can't believe you did that.

Thank you, Neal.

We don't have much time.
Come on.

Caffrey took a real chance

writing a message in that ball.

Oh, Neal may be the expert

in spotting forged paintings
and bearer bonds --

And gems.

Antiquities, counterfeit money.

Pretty much any kind of document.

Anyway, baseball's my thing.

There's Withrow.

There it is.
Go. Go.

FBI! Hands in the air!

I was just
scalping tickets.

Taylor, turn around slowly.

I'll take that.
Hey, now.

Careful with that thing, man.
It's priceless.

Yeah, it's gonna cost you
four to six years.

I have a well-maintained
reputation as a crook.

Make my arrest look real.

Say "Ow."

Ow!

Where's Taylor?

He called an audible
and sent us instead.

Did Neal tip him off?

Now, that's
an ungrateful thank-you

from the cynical eyes of the law.

Have you ever considered

there are some criminals
who are too smart to get caught?

No.

Pig!

What are you doing, Moz?

Pantomiming his wholly
unexpected capture, I'm sure.

It's not just
the New York summer heat.

The air thickens
when things don't feel right.

Mozzie said something, didn't he?

Everyone gets paid.

I hope this little operation of yours

has built up enough good will

that you'll be joining Mozzie
in Paris in a few months.

You still think I'm a thief?

Fish don't do well out of water.

Agent Berrigan, I think
you should take a look at this.

Neal coded his letters.

And we cracked it.

Don't know what they mean yet,
but we will.

They cracked
Neal's letter code to Kate.

This isn't good.

Coming.

Hey!

Thought we were meeting at the office.

Can I come in?
Sure. Come on in.

You okay?
You seem a little tense.

Yeah, just got
some things on my mind...

One of which is Taylor.

How do you think he got away?

He runs a pretty good game.

He does. You want to know
what I think?

Sure.

He's not the most brilliant criminal,

and his thefts
aren't high-tech.

But he knows people.

I think he charmed Mozzie,

the same way he does
everybody else, and in the end,

Mozzie liked him too much
to see him get caught.

That's one theory.

But you got Withrow.

And you saved the baseball.

Which reminds me,
I got something for you.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

Get ready.

What?

That's my rookie card.

Sure is.

You know, I got to say,
knowing you played pro ball,

I don't know, made me see you
in a whole new light.

Really?
Yeah.

There's a lot more
to Peter Burke than I know.

Hmm.

How did you get this?

I have my ways.
Hmm.

I got something else for you, too,

for saving a piece
of baseball history.

Come on.
You're gonna love it.

Can I keep this?

Sure.

Not that expensive.

How did you arrange this?

I have my ways.

You ready?

Yep.

Let's go to Burke.

I'm standing on the pitcher's mound...

in Yankee Stadium.

I know.

Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me you played pro?

Ahh, there are things in
the past that live in the past.

Not my life anymore.

Oh.

Some of the things we've done
are pretty hard to forget.

Honestly, Peter...

Hmm?

...do I have a shot
at commutation?

Hmm.

You know, the one thing
that I took away from my injury

is that, on days like this,

don't worry about
the future or the past.

Enjoy the moment?

♪ Work, work, work

Yeah.

♪ Work, work

Yeah.

♪ Work, work

♪ Work
♪ I go to work

Whoo!
Got some sauce on it!

♪ Work ♪ I go to Peter Burke

All right, are you ready?
I'm ready.

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