White Collar s02e13 Episode Script

How goes the construction of our treasure map? The antenna? Slow and steady.
I'm trying to build everything as close to the original Do you know how hard it is to find vacuum tubes these days? I'm sure you'll figure it out.
Good work, Mozz.
Oh, I don't like that expression.
- Good work? - Well, "work" implies I have a job.
Apologies.
A careless word may kindle strife.
See you later.
June? Oh, you must be Neal.
You know my name but I don't know yours.
Ah, I see that you have met Ford.
Hi.
It's a pleasure.
Ford is an old friend and he's just moved back to Manhattan.
I miss the old neighborhood, to say the least.
I think you'll find that you two have quite a bit in common.
Is that so? So you'll be around for a while? June has been kind enough to make a few donations to my new apartment.
- We both know how generous she is.
- Thank you.
That looks like one of Byron's suits.
That reminds me.
Um, I have some more jackets in the backroom.
- Come.
Oh.
How did you know June's husband? Byron and I worked together.
Mm.
Partners in crime? Something like that.
Hey, is Peter around? Nope.
I need a favor.
What did I say last time you asked me for a favor? I should think long and hard before trying to pull anything on you.
- And? - And that if I ever did try you'd break one or both of my arms.
- I hate to repeat myself.
- I'm willing to risk it.
Can you run a print? It's not for me.
It's for June.
- Your landlady needs a print analysis? - A friend of hers dropped by.
He's up to something.
- You catch a name? - Ford.
It's probably a nickname.
- What did this Ford do? - Took some of June's things.
- Does she know? - Actually, she gave them to him.
- Out of the kindness of her heart? Yeah.
But he may be a criminal? - Sound like anyone we know? - This is different.
Afraid you'll lose your nice roof? There's something off about this guy.
Will you run it for me? Please? You know he doesn't like the vet.
I think he feels guilty.
Huh.
You wouldn't have been there if you didn't swallow my key.
Honey, he's a dog.
Dogs like shiny things.
You need to be careful what you leave around.
- So I should feel guilty? - I think an apology's in order.
I'm sorry.
- Aw, good boy.
- Thank you.
Come on.
We got some time.
You wanna have lunch? I'd love to But what? I'll take a rain check.
This is Burke.
Caffrey asked me to run a print.
He knows better.
Peter, you should see this.
All right.
- Everything okay? - It was until you told Diana to red flag a murder suspect.
Murder suspect? Jonas Ganz.
Person of interest in the Sturtevant heist a few years back.
Charged with armed robbery and homicide.
The only thing the prosecution could stick was GTA for the getaway vehicle.
- June knows him? - Yeah, she said he was a friend.
This friend has been in and out of correctional facilities for the last decade or so.
He had a lifer quality about him.
Said his first stint was for burglary in Lompoc back in 2000.
- Can I see that? - Yeah.
- Diana pulled the wrong print.
- There was only one print on the coin.
And she ran it.
Why? Because this isn't the guy I met.
The lab pulled seven points of reference from the print on that coin.
- It belongs to Ganz.
- Well, this can't be identity theft.
No, I don't think anybody would wanna pass themself off as this guy.
Peter, I dug up the intel you requested on Ganz.
I may have found our connection to the guy you met at June's.
- That's him.
- Looks like Ganz has a cellmate.
Bradford Tillman, a.
k.
a.
Ford.
Locked up for real estate fraud two years ago.
Sold non-existent land to a half a dozen corporations.
Another smooth talker.
If he shared a cell with Ganz, it'd explain the print.
But not why Ford doesn't have one.
I saw him touch the coin.
Superglue on the fingertips? Invisible tape? No, I shook his hand.
I would've noticed.
Look at this.
Says here, he's a known associate of June's late husband.
They were booked 20 years ago for running a rooftop casino.
Oh, out of your place.
Look at that.
Always did feel like home.
All right, Jones, get ahold of Ganz's probation officer.
Find out where he's staying.
Have Diana sit on him.
On it.
If Ganz and Ford are working our backyard, I want to know about it.
Right.
Ganz, you've got a lot of friends.
Hey, June.
I knew you wouldn't mind.
I was looking for this.
Photo album? Ford asked if he could see it.
Oh.
You two go way back.
Back then, the three of us were inseparable.
- Lenox Lounge.
- Yes.
Byron looked so handsome in that suit.
Even Ford asked if I still have it.
But I told him it probably wouldn't fit him.
It really is something.
Yeah.
- I think I'll take it down, let him see it.
- Mm.
Let me know if you need anything.
I promise.
Hey.
You mind if I come in? Sure.
Come on in.
Oh, thank you.
Oh.
It looks different now.
Yeah, bunco squad took the craps tables.
Oh.
Well, you know, Neal, the reason why I came is because I wanna set the record straight.
You know how it is.
You tell people that you've done time and they have a bad way of looking at you.
June told me a little.
But given your current situation, I was hoping that you'd understand.
Maybe I do.
You know, me and Byron, this was our place.
We had three games of five-card stud going around the clock.
- Good rake? - Well, we made a lot of green.
Especially since the joint was nicely juiced.
What, did you have a mechanic? Kid, I was the mechanic.
Running up cards in your own joint, that's risky.
Hello, hello.
- Hey.
- Hmm.
You boys talking shop? Oh, we were just talking about the good old days.
Old days.
Have you asked him? Oh, yeah.
I was just about to.
Uh, June and I would love for you to join us for dinner tonight.
- Of course.
Oh, that's wonderful.
Then I'll see you downstairs.
- Good.
Okay.
She's not like the rest, is she? She sees us for who we really are.
Is that why you're here? Well, I'm here because I'm looking for a second chance.
Good.
I was worried you were looking for something else.
I never found it because I haven't worn this.
I don't like this guy.
- You've never met this guy.
- He's trying to scam June.
But all we can assume is he's been in touch with a former cellmate.
Who's a potential killer.
That's not very comforting, mon frère.
Think this is what Ford's after? Maybe Ford's trying to finish something he and Byron started.
I can try and make it more legible.
Mind hanging around the house the next few days? I'll make sure she's okay.
We've got book club on for tomorrow.
I didn't know you two had a book club.
- It's very exclusive.
- So is this.
- Peter, what's up? - Ganz is pulling together a crew.
What kind of crew? - Not for rowing.
- Looks like muscle for hire.
- Planning another heist.
Yeah.
I wanna talk to Ford.
Bring him in the office tomorrow.
He's smart.
You won't be able to sweat it out of him.
You got a better idea? - How do you feel about dinner parties? I hope that's a non sequitur.
I have dinner with Ford and June.
You and Elizabeth should join.
You want me to bring my wife to a covert interrogation? It's perfect.
He won't suspect you're a fed.
- Then who am I? - Coworker.
And what kind of cowork would that be? I may have implied that you're not exactly a noble citizen.
- No.
I said no.
Peter Find another way.
Hello? Oh.
Hey, Neal.
Really? That sounds great.
Oh, I'm sure Peter would love to come.
Okay.
Perfect.
We'll see you tonight.
Ha, ha.
Neal just invited us to dinner.
Yeah, he's using you so I can interrogate a suspect.
Ha, ha.
Well, what's wrong with mixing a little business with pleasure? Plus you owe me dinner.
Uh, lunch.
That was a rain check for lunch.
And you're paying me with dinner.
This is gonna be fun.
Dress nice, okay? Okay.
Burkes.
Peter, you baked.
Pie.
Bon appéttit.
Peter, Elizabeth, I'm so happy you could make it.
- Oh, it's our pleasure.
- Come.
Mm-hm.
You must be Ford.
Peter.
- You're certainly not what I expected.
- Same here.
Neal tells me that you pull team gags together.
- We do.
- He's a hell of an outside patsy.
Yeah.
He's got that look.
- Patsy? - It's a compliment.
And this torch that I found Has got to be drowned Or it soon Might explode No way.
Make it one for my baby And one more for the road That long Long Road - So damn long.
- Ha, ha.
Neal, you never mentioned June had such a wonderful voice and you, by the way.
- Please.
- Oh, you should see how she moves.
- Oh, please.
Ford promised me a dance a long, long time ago.
Come on.
Well, if you need some company, let us know.
- "Us"? Peter, you dance? No.
He's terrific.
We took a salsa class last year.
Smiled the whole entire time.
Any pictures of that? I'd love to show the guys at the office.
Ha, ha.
No pictures.
Thanks, honey.
Thank you.
I'm gonna freshen this up.
Oh, my goodness.
That's amazing.
- Well, that was nice.
Thanks.
But I'm losing patience.
Ganz is out there planning God knows what.
We'll find the link.
We better, before I have to sing something from Pippin.
- I'll be right back.
Hang in there.
- No, no.
Stay here Peter, any requests? - Mozz, you got something? Asked around about Ford.
Word on the street is he masterminded the Nacosha job back in the day.
His credentials are impressive, to say the least.
- How come I hadn't heard of him? - The guys a whisper.
You know how it is.
In our business, no reputation is the best reputation.
Ah.
Find anything on that receipt I gave you? I have.
With the use of a hair dryer and Photoshop contrast.
- Why do you have a hair dryer? - Wanna know what it says or not? I'm listening.
I'm listening.
It's a receipt from a furniture store for a walnut leather coffee table.
Yeah, I've seen it, in Byron's study.
There's something else.
There's an additional charge for labor and modification.
You're saying Byron had it custom-made? It looks that way.
Are you having a party over there without me? Let me put that away for you.
Is that a photo album? Wow, honey, did you see that? I love photos.
They tell you so much about a person.
It'd be nice if I could see some photographs of yourself, Byron and Ford.
Byron what were you up to? You know what? I was looking for Byron's record collection.
In the library.
End of the hall, past the stairwell.
- Oh, okay.
Thanks.
- Sure.
- Wow, look at that.
- That was Byron's first new car.
A '64 Corvair convertible.
Where have you been? I was almost put on background vocals.
Come with me.
Right now.
- The plate was right here.
- Plate? Printing plate for the U.
S.
$100 bill.
You're sure? - Fair enough.
- Ford.
Where is he? - He's gone.
He just caught a cab outside.
- Where's Ford heading? - I don't know.
Nor do I.
- You're late, Mozz.
It's a travesty, really.
Had I been at dinner, it would've been a fascinating meeting of the minds.
- I didn't know you were invited.
- I thought there'd be hors d'oeuvres.
There's pie.
Did you bring ice cream from your truck? - How did Ford know about the plate? - He's known for years.
I'm curious.
The plate in question? Flexographic for the 100 from 1991.
- Smart.
- Unlike newer notes they'd have fewer security features.
No watermarking your Franklin.
No microprinting.
No variable ink, easier to duplicate, and it's still legal currency.
- What's old becomes new again.
- Since we can't find Ford let's figure out what he needs to make these bills.
- I'll need to borrow reading materials.
- Fine.
From where? The U.
S.
Treasury.
I'm not comfortable with this.
- Really? You're not comfortable? I've got the Men in Black bobsled team behind me.
These Treasury agents are a little skeptical.
You look like a 12-year-old who found the lingerie section of a Sears catalog.
Okay.
The plate is the real deal, but it's just a start.
You need the right press, right cutter.
Most importantly, the inks and paper.
- Can you forge these? - U.
S.
bills are tricky.
The ink maybe.
But the paper? I mean, the feel of that linen cut and blend is tough to duplicate.
So I've been told.
All right, we're done here.
Neal.
So could someone steal these things? You think that's why Ganz got a crew? - Makes the most sense.
- Hey, we were sitting on Ganz's place.
Guess who showed up? We grabbed him as he left.
No one saw.
Put him in the conference room.
Ha, ha.
You two really do work together.
Never lied about that.
Tell me about your relationship with Ganz.
I told him about the plate while we were at Rikers.
You traded information with Ganz for protection.
- Where did you get the plate? - Byron.
He stole it.
- From where? - From me.
I thought he would want in.
It would have been a big one for us.
Our, um, final score.
But he wanted to print the money himself? He didn't wanna print it at all.
He was protecting me from myself.
So coming back into June's life everything you said to her, it's all a lie? No.
If Ganz had found that plate in her house I came back to protect her.
Right.
Ganz has the plate.
What's his next move? I told him what else he needed.
- Paper, ink - Cutter, press.
The list was long.
Now, from one professional to another how come you don't have any prints? Pumice stone.
I rub my fingers with it every morning.
Wake up, brush your teeth scrape incriminating evidence off your fingertips? Old habits.
Yeah.
- You think he's telling the truth? - Maybe.
Ford wears a hat.
And? - I'm not him, Peter.
- I didn't say anything.
- Just commenting on the hat.
- Mm-hm.
You think he wanted to protect June? You don't.
- No, I think he's looking for that last big score.
People can change, Peter.
Maybe.
Look, the fastest way to shut this down is to get Ganz and his crew confessing to a premeditated crime on tape.
You wanna send Ford undercover? It's a big risk.
Not just Ford.
- Me? - Yeah.
Look, Ganz has two wheelmen, two pieces of muscle and a forger.
We'll need to take one of them out of the equation.
Can I make a suggestion? Took Ganz's forger out of play.
He had a nice little side hobby going.
Forged autographed Yankee baseballs.
Ready to introduce Neal as your pinch hitter? - Nice.
- You like what I did there? - I did.
That was good.
- I'm ready, fellas.
This is a one-way radio with GPS.
You don't use wires anymore? Not since Carlito's Way.
The FBI's gotten pretty slick.
You sure you're up for this? Son, I once walked out of the Met holding a Renoir.
- That was you? - That was me.
This ain't nothing.
Is that the guy? - Who else would it be? This kid is the best print man around.
Does this kid have a name? No names.
Less we know about each other, the better.
How long have you guys known each other? Five years.
A friend needed to get out of town so he came to my shop.
He hooked me up with the best work I've seen.
Photo ID, passports.
So we stayed in touch.
Used him four times since.
Five.
Don't forget that other thing.
- Well, that was between us.
All right.
Let's see what he knows.
It's like they're speaking criminese.
Give me the IDs.
Which one's the fake? Watch this.
They're all fake.
Hologram on the Alabama license is cemented with the wrong base.
Nuveen should be mixed at a 5-to-1 ratio.
This looks like 3-to-1.
Laminate on California's too thick.
And last time I checked, Illinois is spelled with two Ls, not one.
All right.
I'm sold.
- I'll need to know the required tools.
- We have the equipment already.
And we have the list.
I'll contact you this week.
I gave you the list, but now I'm bringing you good help.
Someone who's not gonna get busted for a phony baseball.
How did you know it was a baseball? Gear up, now.
I never said how the guy was busted.
Suddenly I think you know a little too much.
Let's not get jumpy.
You want an explanation, I'll give you one.
You say the word, we're in there.
I'm all ears.
You think someone talked? Maybe.
I don't know you.
And Ford has a tendency to get chatty.
Put it past him.
- Why should I? - Because I called the feds.
- You? Yeah.
I let word slip about a few indecent eBay transactions.
- Better be a good reason.
- Ford said this was something big.
And that you'd need a reliable bill maker.
And I wasn't about to risk my share on some halfwit hire.
- You knew about this? - Of course.
You're in.
You you wait on the sidelines.
It's on him to hand over your share now.
You trust the kid? Hell, no.
But what choice do I have? I'm gonna hold onto this for a while.
If Ganz had seen this, you probably wouldn't be breathing right now.
I'm on call? If Ganz contacts you, I want you ready, willing and able.
Now, he said he already had the tools.
What else does he need? Well, I saw Ford's checklist.
It's either ink, paper or both.
Ah.
You and Ford had a pretty interesting rapport today.
- I know where you're going.
- Don't need a crystal ball? You think he's a cautionary tale.
- You wanna be like him? - More fun than sitting in a cubicle.
Neal, if ever you do decide to grow up, you should realize this one thing: You can either be a con or a man.
You can't be both.
Ran accounts on everyone in Ganz's crew.
They're pretty dried up.
Probably paying for supplies in cash.
Be good if you could remember the aliases you saw on those IDs.
Joseph Dowd, Kenny Estrada and Dillon Fleakes.
You didn't ask.
What? Simple word association.
Dowd-crowd.
Joseph Dowd runs with a bad crowd.
Kenny Estrada, he won't say nada.
- You serious? - Got one for every cop and crook I met.
What was mine? Burke the jerk? Ha, ha.
Oh, come on.
Tell me what else rhymes with Burke.
Work, lurk, smirk.
Clerk works.
- What do you have? - Wait a second.
This is the original booking slip for our forger? - We printed him this morning.
- There are two colors of ink here.
He had dark green ink on his fingers before we brought him in.
Our forger already mixed the dye.
- Ganz is going for the paper.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
So I ran those aliases.
- Yeah? Who showed up? - Joseph Dowd.
- Runs with a bad crowd.
- What? Nothing.
What'd you find? He's staying at the Continental in Long Island City.
Paid in cash, but we got a charge off the card he laid down for deposit.
The Continental's right next to the BCU plant.
Supplies the Bureau of Printing with paper stock.
That's where Ganz plans to get his paper.
Get ahold of Serrano in the Treasury and Cavanaugh in Secret Service.
If they try to hit the BCU, we'll be waiting.
All right.
- Should? That means we move, Caffrey.
Hey, where's the book club? Oh, there's only so much to discuss when it comes to Kitty Kelley.
How's it going with Ford? - He's working with us.
- Oh, shame.
- He was a true legend.
- Hmm.
Byron had it better.
He wound up with the plate.
More than that, Mozz.
- June? - Yeah, and a home.
You think Byron wanted out of the life? I think he did.
That's why he hid the plate instead of using it.
Well, if he really wanted out, he could've destroyed the plate.
I don't know.
Temptation of that last big score is strong.
- Ford can't resist it.
- No.
Few of us can.
- Peter.
- Yeah? Ganz just shook his surveillance.
- I know.
Ganz is off the grid.
- So is Ford.
Apparently, Neal's not the only one who can slip the marshals.
I'll call the Treasury Department.
I want you to get ahold of the Secret Service.
This is Burke.
You need to get your people in place.
This thing could go down any second.
Relax, Burke.
The stock is safe.
We're moving it now.
The paper's in transit? Why wasn't I told about this? I want a team to Caffrey's place now.
I tell you, the guy's still got it.
Let's make some money.
- Neal, it's me.
- You're too late.
We'll be hitting the truck en route.
We need you to ID the archived paper.
You think you can handle it? This isn't what I do.
It is today.
Go, go, go.
Get out of the truck, now.
You recognize her? That's your daughter.
I'll be sure to take good care of her once you're gone.
Get out.
Out of the truck, now.
Get over here.
Open it up.
We got cops.
It's showtime, kiddo.
Get on the ground.
Face down.
Come on.
Come on.
What's taking so long? Get back there and help him.
Move it.
Move it.
Here.
This is it.
Talk to me.
N.
Y.
P.
D.
says the truck was hit two minutes ago.
Five-man team.
They got away.
There's a chance Caffrey was with them.
What about Ford? - No one matching his description.
He's up to something.
There's no reason he should run from us.
I got an APB out.
Good.
We need to find him, fast.
Hey.
It's good to see you, kid.
Any problems? It went down like you said.
They bringing in the papers? - Yeah.
One last score, huh, Ford? He's smart, isn't he? Time for you two to get to work.
Now, you be careful where you're pointing that banger, kid.
You ran a nice game, old man, but it's my rig now.
So can we print or what? I guess we don't have a choice, do we? Let's get started.
Can you? Thank you.
How much more are we printing? - All of it.
- That could take days.
Then it'll take days.
Smile, guys.
We got all the time in the world.
Ford was clever.
He let word about a potential job slip.
And let someone pull it for him.
You're like him.
I accept your accusation.
Let's pretend you've broken some laws.
Where would you go to hide? Someplace I've never been caught.
If he's pulling the strings, he's already got it set up.
And he's got his tracks covered.
Maybe not.
There's something about these photos that Ford tried to hide from me.
It's in here.
That's the Lenox Lounge off of 125th Street.
June's mentioned it before.
- What did she say? - Byron used to run the backroom.
- When? - About 25 years ago.
That building's still there, isn't it? - You said this place was clean.
- It is.
Then why are there police outside? Give me the case.
- I said, give it to me! Okay, okay.
- What was in Ganz's suitcase? Just a lot of newspaper.
You called those cops.
I thought I saw a cat stuck in a tree.
You were running this from when we met.
You knew that coin had Ganz's print on it.
Told him where to find me.
You put June's life at risk.
For what, Ford? For a score? I had a choice to make.
Walk away with a little something or a whole lot of nothing.
What is this? Guess someone's really worried about that cat.
Jonas Ganz? Are you for real, sweetheart? Is that real enough for you, sweetheart? He had that on him.
Keep the front locked up.
No one in or out.
Come with me.
How'd they find us? Unlike you, I've got a partner I can trust.
You really think you can make it? You said you had a choice to make.
I'm gonna give you another one.
Until the suspect is secure and Caffrey's safe, nobody moves.
It's not too late, Ford.
You can walk away from this if I back your story.
I'll give you two options.
One, get rid of that gun become a cooperating witness and take June dancing.
Option two? You take that case and run as long as you can.
I'm too old to walk down another midway, son.
Tell June l'm sorry.
Stand down.
Come on.
- Ford? - He went that way.
But this place was a speakeasy.
There are exits everywhere.
Suspect is exiting the southeast corner of the building.
He won't get far.
Ganz is out front.
Jones and Diana are picking up the rest of his crew.
I tried to help him.
You know, ahem there's one thing Byron figured out that Ford never did.
There's no such thing as a final score.
Only the next one.
Unless you figure that out you're gonna lose in the end.
You ready? Yeah.
June.
It's okay.
I've always known what kind of man he was.
Then why let him in? To remember what Byron and I had.
Even if it was just for a while.
Maybe I wanted to go dancing again.
May I? I found a junk guy in Queens who collects vintage radios.
It's a goldmine for parts.
I should have a working prototype Neal, are you listening? Do you ever think about how all this is gonna end? Oh, you mean the big score or the big house? Yeah.
- Is there another option? - Byron found it.
The true-love route.
You know, that's the biggest con of them all.
You're a cynic.
Of course.
You know what they say.
Old con men never die.
Our smiles just fade away.
So you got rid of the printing plate? It may have found its way back inside the table.
For a rainy day? Yeah.
For a rainy day.