White Collar

Previously on White Collar...

This is a good office.

The one next door has a much nicer view.

They want me to run White Collar division?

Consider it a stepping stone to D.C.

- What's the gold for, Hagen? - Why does that matter to you?

Because I can tell when I've stepped into a trap.

You're gonna help set me free.

My new handler, is he in there?

Special agent David Siegel.

Neal Caffrey is a confidence man.

He preys on trust, desire, and impressionability.

- I'm no lap dog, sir. - Sure as hell fooled me.

Well, I hope I fooled him too.

- You were playing him. - I was handling him.

Curtis Hagen is back.

I guess an appellate court granted him a new trial.

- You think he has a chance? - No.

All the proof of his guilt is upstairs.

Hey, you paid the Piper.

That's the end, isn't it?

It's just the beginning.

- Here you go, sir. - Thank you.

I'm disappointed in you, Caffrey.

You're not a coffee fan?

You're never gonna fit in in this city.

Nah.

I saw by your anklet you were out front of Midtown mutual here.

I was wondering if I was gonna see you at work.

- I'm reformed, agent Siegel. - Uh-huh.

Just a man trying to get his fix on the way to the office.

You're gonna waste a lot of time keeping an eye this close on me.

I don't plan to.

I was looking for you 'cause I need your help.

Why? What's the case?

I'm looking for an apartment.

Well, apartment hunting isn't exactly my area of expertise.

But New York is. I figure if anybody knows an area to move to, it'd be you.

Oh. Where you live in the City reflects who you are.

So who is agent David Siegel?

Recently divorced.

Figured you already know that from some kind of tell I have, or...

Phantom ring.

You start to play with it, then realize it's not there anymore.

- Ah. - Yep, just like that.

That I do.

So I'm a... I'm a man starting over.

What better place than New York, right?

All right.

How do you feel about ironic eyewear?

Sad for humanity.

That rules out Williamsburg and Greenpoint.

Gentrifying areas with a little danger?

I prefer my danger to be work-related.

No Bushwick then. What's your price range?

- Price doesn't matter. - It does in New York.

Unless you're secretly rich.

You're secretly rich.

Surprised Neal Caffrey. I guess I'm doing something right here.

It's easy then. Greenwich Village.

Plenty of culture, central location.

And as a native of Chicago, you will appreciate the best pizza in New York.

I'll check it out.

Why'd you choose where you live?

It's in my radius.

Right, right. Yeah, radius.

Are we talking Hilton rich?

Hearst?

- Do you own your own yacht? - Not in the office, Caffrey.

I don't want anyone to know about it. Is that clear?

All right, you want to give a con man a secret?

You live a dangerous life, agent Siegel.

God, the finger point again.

I'll get to work.

I guess that one's for me.

Her name was Stephanie.

What, your ex-wife?

My yacht.

- I knew it. - All right.

- Shh. - I knew it.

You've grown power-hungry with the pointy fingers, you know that, right?

And please tell me you don't do it to Elizabeth.

Curtis Hagen was granted early release from prison today.

And like his namesake, the Dutchman

will probably disappear into the night again.

How'd he get off?

Some evidence was damaged in the warehouse.

His lawyer saw an opening and took it.

- Takes me back. - Hmm.

Look how far we've come since that case.

- You've come. - Excuse me?

Well, you're in Hughes's office, with a well-deserved promotion.

I'm still on an anklet, just with somebody new holding the leash.

You've gone from an incarcerated con man

to an invaluable part of this FBI team.

That is nothing to sniff at.

Hagen's free. I'm not.

You're right. He's free... For now.

He's a career criminal. He'll make a mistake.

And when he does, we'll catch him.

Or at least you and Siegel will.

We'll keep an eye out.

Good.

Meet me in 30

- See you later, Peter. - See you.

Interesting choice for a meeting place.

Are you deciding on your next forgery?

I left that behind me, Mr. Caffrey.

Hmm.

Prison changed me, as I'm sure it did you.

It didn't, actually.

No, apparently not. What a pity.

I did what you asked. Hagen, you're free.

You did. It was a lovely start.

No. I'm done.

It's over.

I'm the one who decides when it's over, not you.

Is that all you called me here for?

- To threaten me? - Not at all.

There's something here I want to steal.

And here I thought prison changed you.

It did.

No more forgery, no more getting my hands dirty.

You see, you're gonna steal it for me.

Season 5, Episode 3 "One Last Stakeout"

So you find me amusing?

Well, you realize you've shot yourself in the foot, right?

I'm on an anklet, which means the FBI knows I've been here.

So if I boost this painting, they'll know it was me.

Then I'll be back in jail and no good to you.

Oh.

Well, I suppose you're going to have to be extra clever then, aren't you?

At which, so far, you're failing.

I don't want this painting.

This Karen Kates is the most valuable piece in the museum.

To some, perhaps.

The Mosconi Codex.

You want me to risk jail for a little light reading?

This is no ordinary book.

And well worth that risk.

To you, maybe.

Yes, to me.

And what's important to me is now what's important to you.

You have 48 hours.

This book's binding is attached to an A90 pressure plate.

If I move it an inch, this place is going to light up with alarms.

Don't move it then.

I only need chapter 13.

Oh, great.

Excuse me.

I'd like to request a book for study.

I can get you an application. Which one would you like?

The Mosconi Codex.

You and me both.

- Hi. - Hey.

So, can I check out the Codex or...

Oh, uh, sorry.

I wish I could, but no one can check it out.

I mean, it can't even be opened.

A book that no one can open.

- That's cruel. - I-I agree.

And this one, the Mosconi Codex,

it's a riddle,

wrapped in an enigma,

wrapped in a shatterproof glass box.

I mean, I would give my left arm to peek inside it.

Sorry. I-I'm rambling.

It's just the Codex. It's a pet obsession of mine.

I respect a good obsession.

What makes it so valuable?

Well, so before he died, Mosconi claimed

that the greatest wealth in the world was within its pages.

Oh, that's an easy thing to claim for a book that no one can open.

That's true.

I mean, it could be the key to enlightenment

or a list of his favorite recipes.

Why not take a look inside and find out?

The owner gave strict instructions

in the lending that it can't be opened.

The owner. Hmm. Who is the owner?

- Anonymous. - Of course.

Adds to the intrigue, doesn't it?

So we're just left to judge a book by its cover.

So there's no way to find out what's inside?

No way.

Though Mosconi did gild the first page of every chapter,

so we know there are 25 of them.

25, yeah.

Taunting me with their secrets.

Yeah.

What, just a town car? Is your limo in the shop?

How's agent Siegel working out?

Still checking my anklet a couple times an hour.

That's good. That's his job, like it or not.

I've started going to coffee trucks outside banks and museums.

You're toying with him.

How are things with you?

Owner's box at Yankee Stadium for tomorrow's game.

Elizabeth, myself, and my favorite pinstripes.

- And a bunch of politicians. - I let Elizabeth handle them.