"As you're aware," "Matthew Keller pled down to manslaughter after you two brought him in for murder." "Yeah." "His sentencing was this week." "Yeah, 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." "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." "Uh, backgammon in Monaco." "Close." "And we were never partners." "Mm, a contemporary of Neal's." "... This I got to 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." "Agent Burke and Mr. Neal Caffrey." "Thanks for coming, gents." "I appreciate it." "Thank you, O'Donnell." "You're doing all right for yourself, Keller." "Eh, meager touches, but I get by." "Dominican rolled." "The, uh, tobacco is infused with Louis XIII cognac." "They're delicious." "Please." "You have information for us?" "I understand." "You're on the job." "How about you, Neal, huh?" "Is this business or pleasure?" "It's always a pleasure seeing you behind bars." "Well, 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?" "New game, Caffrey?" "There it is." "I feel like I've made a home for myself here, you know?" "I've nested." "And now they want to move me somewhere less welcoming." "Yeah." "Barksdale Supermax." "Don't think they chill the port there." "No, you're right." "Yeah, inmates don't realize that a white 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." "That's right." "You have a problem with them." "A seven-figure debt, as I recall." "And there's another reason why I want to stay here..." "Which brings me to my proposal." "Are 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." "Yeah." "Now, if I had information of a maker of forged passports," "I imagine that would be of value." "What are you looking for in exchange?" "I'd like to stay here." "No." "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 terrorists and... smugglers." "No promises, but if your information pans out," "I'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." "We're both running out of options, Caffrey." "It's your move." "Later, Satchmo." "Ohh." "El?" "Have you seen my jacket." "... The blue pinstripe?" "Yeah, I've..." "I've got it." "Okay." "Is it this one?" "Yeah." "Ohh!" "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?" "I know you had a lot on your mind." "Yeah, but I don't want to be the husband that forgets to pick up the dry cleaning." "That's sweet." "But I am." "Relax, okay?" "I'm not mad." "Yes, you are, and you're gonna hold onto it all day." "Really?" "Would I really do that?" "No." "Never." "Okay, you're the one who forgot the dry cleaning." "See?" "Now you scared the dog." "Oh, add that to my list of imperfections." "Okay, look, I don't want to be the wife that has to call and nag you to do things." "And plus, it's... it's a lot more effort to try and remind you, and 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 got to go to work." "Me too." "Have a wonderful day." "You too." "Yeah, that could have gone better." "You didn't help." "So, what do you think Keller wants?" "Well, he's set up like a king at Hawthorne Fed... smoking Gurkhas, sipping port, reading the times." "As much as I loathe schadenfreude, it would be nice to know that Keller's suffering." "Well, if they send him to barksdale, the Russians will take care of that." "Well, can you trust the suit to not keep him at Hawthorne?" "His transfer's 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?" "Well, Keller's used her to provoke you before." "He may do it again." "Keller can bring up Kate, he can offer Peter deals, he can even beat 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, Moz." "Clearly." "Look, she'll always be a part of me, but..." "I have to move on." "Okay." "Hey." "What's going on?" "Hey." "I figured out Keller's game." "He wants us to investigate this Jason Lang, forger-turned-photographer on the Lower East Side." "So he said." "Yeah, but here's where it gets good." "Keller and Lang were suspected of working together on the Bellmont bond forgeries three years ago." "They were partners?" "Yeah, but it went south, and Keller took two bullets." "From Lang's gun." "I spoke to the case agent." "He said that their partnership dissolved and Lang destroyed the bonds." "Keller's going for a trifecta... take out the man who shot him, secure his stay in a federal hotel room, 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." "Oh, don't tell me we have to make a deal with Keller." "Oh, relax, we're not gonna release Keller on an anklet..." "Unless June has a spare bedroom." "Oh, that's not funny." "No, you're right." "You're nothing like Keller." "'Cause he's a killer." "Well, 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 go visit Lang's studio." "All right, I'm just saying, you know, he had a Tiffany lamp..." "So did my mom." "What's going on?" "Nothing." "Oh, come on." "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've become the guy who forgets to do it so often that she had to pick it up without even asking me if I got it." "She was angry?" "No." "And that's bad?" "Yes." "I'm a constant disappointment." "She said that?" "Implied." "Maybe she finds your forgetfulness endearing." "I don't want her to find my forgetfulness endearing." "And the worst part is, when she left this morning," "I didn't call her "hon."" "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 voice mail, and say "hon" before you hang up." "Did I miss anything?" "No." "I'll call her as soon as we're done here." "Okay." "Hi." "Peter Burke, FBI." "Would you mind getting us Jason Lang?" "Thank you." "Jason 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." "Who told you that?" "Your record." "You were convicted of forgery in the past." "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." "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." "Mm, that'd 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!" "La..." "I'll follow." "Stay here." "Okay." "Lang?" "This was a setup." "Drop your weapon and your cell and get in the van." "Peter!" "Hello?" "You lost a key piece, Caffrey." "God damn it, Keller, this isn't a game!" "Of course it is." "Life is a game." "If you stop playing, Peter Burke will die." "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 going to betray you." "Well, why don't you let me deal with Keller, and... and you worry about yourself?" "I'm not worried." "Hmm, you should be." "Nah, you should be." "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." "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?" "I mean, 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?" "You should better protect your king." "Where's Peter?" "!" "It's stuffy in here." "Let's go for a walk." "I know you won't think twice about killing him, so I haven't told the FBI." "It's best not to discuss personal matters with everybody, Neal." "Well, 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 debts with the Russians gets paid." "How much do you owe them?" "$2.5 million." "Once my problem goes away, then... maybe then, I can help you with yours." "I don't have $2.5 million." "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." "It'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 onto 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." "We'll be in touch." "You're gonna lose, Keller." "Again." "Pis aller." "My move of last resort, Neal." "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's been taken." "Listen up... one of our own's been kidnapped." "Now, Graham, I want you to 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 till we find him." "All right, let's do it." "What did Keller tell you at the prison?" "He wants $2.5 million in exchange for Peter." "But Keller doesn't have Peter." "Keller's behind bars." "He's running this." "He called me on Peter's cell right when Lang drove away with him." "ERT is analyzing the phone and we put out an APB on the van." "Why does Keller want that kind of money?" "He's doing 20 years." "He needs it to pay off the Russian mob so they don't kill him when he arrives at Barksdale." "The FBI doesn't negotiate... period... particularly with someone who's already locked up and fearing for his life." "Sir, all due respect..." "Keller doesn't bluff." "He will kill 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 all over, but that gives him exactly what he wants... to stay at Hawthorne indefinitely." "You've already contacted the prison?" "We're sending his ass to Barksdale Supermax." "Come sundown, Keller's gonna be bunking with a 7-foot Russian named Ivan." "Diana, you stay with Neal." "Listen, Caffrey..." "Let us do our job." "We'll bring Peter home safely." "Would you give us a minute?" "Sure." "Thank you." "Moz, 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?" "All right, meet me at Madison Square Park in half an hour." "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." "Got to go." "W-wait, w-what?" "!" "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 end game." "No." "What are you doing?" "Well, they want me to go home..." "Sit tight." "But is that what you're gonna do?" "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever it takes to bring him home." "I'm supposed to be escorting you home." "I need to meet up with a friend first." "I hope you're not planning on making a side deal with Keller." "Look, Diana, if this were any other kidnapper..." "Rule one... never let someone emotionally involved do the negotiating." "Yeah, if you're willing to lose your hostage." "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 3-man job." "The game was pretty straightforward, and nobody got hurt." "But while they're walking away from the site, the third man says he thinks he left his passport behind." "While he's checking his pockets," "Keller put a bullet in his is head." "The guy's passport was in his back pocket the whole time." "Keller didn't wait to find out." "You were the second man?" "If I can engage him, I can make sure Peter's alive and figure out a lead." "I can't endorse what you're doing." "What do you think Peter would let me do?" "All right, 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 sack of hammers?" "I said bring one." "You said to surprise you." "Moz!" "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's developed a hammer fetish," "I imagine we're smashing something?" "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." "Mm." "It's where Kate and I used to come." "I used to think one day our kids would play on that playground." "I didn't know you thought about kids." "Yeah." "I thought we'd grow old here." "You were gonna propose?" "I had the whole thing worked out, Moz." "Remember that street violinist?" "Caesar." "I had him learn "Everybody Loves Somebody."" "He was gonna spontaneously 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." "I figured it was safer to leave it here than in a safety deposit box when I was in prison." "Well, any idiot can rob a bank." "That's the 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." "Well, 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." "Caffrey's on his way to the exchange." "Okay." "Did you check in with Ridgefield?" "Yeah." "The transfer's in motion." "Okay, all right." "Terrific." "Well, you stay here, all right?" "Don't talk to him." "Don't let him talk to you." "And, uh..." "Don't take your eyes off him." "That's nice." "Lang, did I hear you mention Ridgefield?" "Keep your mouth shut." "Ridgefield, the private security firm that the government's 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 kill me." "No." "No, I don't intend to kill you." "No, Keller does... once he's free." "Keep an eye on our friend." "Um, I'm selling magazines." "Uh, Suit Quarterly, anyone?" "No?" "Clearly, I have the wrong house." "It's... it's... it's okay." "He's... 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 killing me." "Listen, I don't usually give these guys much credit, but between them and Neal," "Peter's gonna be home in time for dinner tonight." "You know that?" "Moz, what you know?" "Neal's meeting with the bad guys right now 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." "No, there's never small fights." "It's..." "You don't resolve them, they fester." "And this is the first morning that we didn't." "I thought he would have loved that I picked up the dry cleaning." "Seriously?" "This is about dry cleaning?" "I-I'm sorry." "The longest relationship I've had is 11 days." "And then she deflated." "I'm kidding." "Go on." "The 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, Moz." "We work." "I don't want to 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 military 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, and then we'll release Burke." "You'll get I it when I have proof that Peter's alive." "Are you willing to let your agent die?" "Are you willing to let Keller down?" "All right." "Caffrey..." "We're gonna show Mr. Caffrey proof of life." "You can ask one question." "I'm going to text it to Burke, and he's going to text the answer back." "I want to speak with him." "One question." "Make it a good one." "What cellphone 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." "You're lucky your buddy's 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 real, you'll just never see Burke again." "100 bucks." "You can't beat that." "Thanks." "Sure." "Do you mind?" "Let me get this straight... you gave them a multimillion-dollar ring, and they still have Peter?" "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 multimillion-dollar ring?" "Oh, that's for another time." "I asked Peter for the phone number I used when I was first arrested." "What, and you didn't have one?" "Actually, I had 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 got to be it." "Peter wants us to stop Keller's transfer." "It's in progress." "Jones is with them." "Diana." "Jones, we made contact with Peter." "Good." "Is he all right?" "Yeah, but he wants us to stop Keller's transfer." "Why?" "I don't know." "Just do it." "Diana, the convoy is already on Lafayette." "Radio the drivers." "Okay, will do." "Ridgefield 429, this is agent Jones." "Come in." "Repeat..." "Ridgefield 429, this is agent Jones." "Come in." "You gonna respond to that?" "Let's do this!" "Don't move!" "Do exactly what I say and you live." "We're secure!" "Let's go." "Ridgefield 429, come in." "Come on!" "Hey, man, what are you doing?" "Sorry." "The fee's too high for excess baggage." "Come on, this wasn't the deal!" "He's out!" "He's out!" "Cover the other side!" "We've got a runner!" "Oh, whoa, whoa, okay." "Why is there a tree on your dashboard?" "It's a hybrid." "It's showing me how efficiently I'm driving." "You're not driving very green." "All your leaves are falling off." "Do you want to 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." "Jones, what's going on?" "Keller escaped." "Alright, 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..." "Caffrey!" "Berrigan!" "My office." "Um, go over to the hangar." "I'll meet up with you when it's done." "Keller's 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 this escape." "There's something he's not telling you." "Hey, I have the ring, so he's not going anywhere." "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?" "Maybe 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 shot him once, okay?" "And now I'm gonna finish the job." "The only thing is, you're not good with a gun." "You hold it with no secondary support." "Uh-huh." "And you use your trigger finger to brace for recoil, which means you shoot off target." "No wonder Keller survived when you first shot him." "You couldn't hit a man 3 feet in front of you with a full magazine." "Well, let's give it a try." "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 have killed Peter." "I'll deal with you later." "Right now, we've got a free criminal and a captive agent to get back." "Now do your job." "Get him out of here." "The exchange was the only way to contact Peter." "And 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, okay?" "This is Jones." "I've got Peter on the line!" "Peter, I'm gonna put you on speaker and start a trace." "Burke!" "Burke, it's Hughes." "Tell us your location." "I need to talk to Neal." "Where are you?" "Reese, put Neal on the phone." "I'm here, Peter." "Listen carefully." "I'm in a locked cell." "Lang is three feet away from me, knocked out next to his gun." "Keller is en route." "You need me to talk you through a jail break." "Yeah." "That's... 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 8x12." "It's made of cement and metal bars." "There's a locked, hinged door." "Clear a space." "8x12 perimeter." "Let's do it!" "The cell's in the middle of a Schmatta-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." "Okay, tell me about the door." "The cell door has an electronic keypad." "... Fassbinder ES-320." "Ah, Fassbinder chips are hardwired to a power source, plus a backup battery." "Can we disable it with anything here?" "Uh..." "Neal?" "I'm thinking, Peter!" "Think faster." "All right, look..." "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." "No, we need... 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 on the back wall." "I'm putting you on speaker." "Okay, all right, uh..." "Here's where it gets a little tricky, Peter." "Pull back the inside panel." "You'll see two hot wires and a neutral." "Strip the neutral." "Hang on, I got to make a quick wire stripper out of the soda can." "Look at you, improvising without me." "Done." "Okay, uh..." "All right, break the light bulb and attach the filament to the battery of your cellphone." "The filament conducts the charge..." "Which creates a surge, shorts the power, and the locking mechanism should release." ""Should"?" "It will." "Has it occurred to you that in order to use my cellphone battery... we're gonna have to disconnect." "It's the final step, Peter." "Hey." "Oh, God." "We've got a lock on his location..." "Textile shop off of 9th and 39th." "Burke, stay on the line." "There's team on their way." "There's no time." "Come on, Peter." "How long should it take if this works?" "A few seconds." "Please, honey, you can do this." "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's on his way, too." "FBI!" "Don't move!" "Jones, it's me!" "Peter?" "Yeah, 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 have 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 onto it." "Well, it's been missing for a couple hundred years, but, uh..." "It doesn't belong to me." "So..." "You may want to contact the Scotland Royal Museum." "What?" "Hey, hon." "Hey, hon." "Keller." "I saw the surprise party you set up for me." "It's 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?" "We'll take a break for a while." "What do you say?" "I'm gonna find you, Keller." "Well, that might be tough." "I'm already outside your radius." "Hey, Caffrey..." "You're starting to sound like a lawman."