White Collar

Previously on White Collar...

The Mosconi Codex.

This is no ordinary book.

- Neal. - Hello, Rebecca.

You two know each other?

I swear, I had my key card when I left work.

We figure out what's hidden in those pages

and get to it first.

I'm the reason the thief got in.

My hope was that the owner would let us study

and look at the Codex, and now it's gone.

David Siegel. Cause of death

was a gunshot wound to the sternum.

And we're no closer to figuring out who did this and why.

Dr. Summers, I need your help.

Just because a person starts doing good things

doesn't mean he wants to stop doing bad things.

I've been serving too many masters.

I'm through being everyone's puppet.

Which strings, exactly, do you plan on cutting?

All of them.

[Seagulls squawking, background chatter]

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Even the chip in the cover works.

How'd you pull that off?

I don't make them. I just sell them.

You son of a bitch.

Freeze! Hands in the air.

FBI! Don't move!

He's all yours.

- What? - Don't "What" me.

You know what. I gave you specific instructions.

"Sit down, make the deal, get arrested."

Three out of three not good enough for you?

I don't remember mentioning anything

about follow-up questions or interrogating the suspect

- before the arrest. - Interrogating the suspect--

What are you-- What, the chip?

- The chip. - I was gathering information.

- For you or for us? - If I were up to something,

you really think I'd do it when you had ears on me?

That's exactly when you'd do it.

I have a feeling this is about more than passports.

Oh, it's about passports. Also about the $2 million

that went missing in the last case.

Oh, Dr. Summers might have some insight

- into its location. - Dr. Summers had a tendency

to take bad guys who wanna be good

and turn them into worse guys.

What exactly happened during your therapy session?

She encouraged me to be the man I really am.

I think Lucy told Charlie Brown that

and only charged him 5¢.

And what kind of man might that be, exactly?

We were gonna discuss that at our next session.

Now I have to wait 20 years.

I think these belong to Jones.

Hey, where'd you get all these?

Confiscated in various busts around the city.

Most in the last few weeks.

It's first-rate and identical.

These were all made by the same person.

- You're sure about that? - Yeah, the eagle's eye.

There's a tiny dot in the center of this one

and in the one I bought from Ivan.

That dot is as good as a fingerprint.

So we're looking at a fairly large forgery operation.

You think Ivan's the artist?

No, he says he only sells them, and I believe him.

Anyone this good would take credit.

Think this has something to do

with the uptick of crime in Little Odessa?

I don't believe in coincidences.

Ivan's parking tickets.

Ten so far this year, and they're all

in the exact same spot.

I want traffic surveillance video

for the past six months on that address.

Already on it.

- Really? - Really.

Same spot, day after day.

- Right in front of the hydrant. - Mm-hmm.

There's plenty of metered parking down the street.

Why risk another ticket?

Doris Day parking.

I'm sorry. Doris Day what?

Spot right in front.

The kind of parking Doris Day miraculously finds

- in all her movies. - I never knew you were a fan.

Oh, I love 'em.

Place looks abandoned.

Yeah, not a bad spot for a passport forgery operation.

Let's get a warrant and check it out.

The history of cryptography-- oddly cryptic.

Any luck finding out what type of code this is?

Oh, I've ruled out transposition and Caesar shifts.

Oh, and Sudoku and Kenken.

Well, in a happy accident, you may have proven

the Riemann Hypothesis.

The only thing I've proven is that we need help.

I've studied every pattern, every symbol.

I can only conclude that it is of alien origin.

I think you're right.

Aha! Finally, you've come around.

I think you're right. We need help.

Oh.

Well, I do know a monk in Berlin

who dabbles in quantum mechanics.

You think Hagen's using monks?

I think Hagen is using you.

And me.

The only chance we have of getting a leg up on him

is by deciphering the Codex first.

Until then--

It's ticking clocks and phone calls.

All right, I gotta go.

Peter and I are headed to Little Odessa.

I do the talking.

We're just here on a routine visit.

Nothing more.

Well...

doesn't look abandoned.

Looks like someone brought it back to life.

Wow. Every time I see ice like this,

I'm ten again.

[Orchestral music over speakers]

- Oh, she's good. - Yeah.

First Doris Day, now figure skating.

It's nice to see your softer side.

Who are you? What do you want?

We just have a few questions

for the owner of this building.

Put that away, or you'll get all of us killed.

Hey!

This is private facility.

You're trespassing.

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We just have a few questions.

Questions for Katya,

the talk of Little Odessa.

Neal Micali, sports agent.

I represent some of the world's top athletes.

This is Peter Nevins,

figure skating coach to the stars.

Peter Nevins, coach?

Never heard of you.

Really? You ever heard of Tara Lipinski?

Or Michelle Kwan?

They would be ushers at the ice capades

if it weren't for this man.

Oh, yes. He's just--

he's just-- I simply help them harness

their own natural talents.

Sorry to be wasting your time,

but Katya has no interest in competing.

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Thank you for your interest.

- Now, if you'll excuse us... - It's not a problem.

We got another 20 girls to see by the end of the week, so...

- 27, - Is it 27 now?

- It's 27. - Listen...

you're talented.

Very talented.

Don't give up on your dream.

Sorry we wasted your time and ours.

Wait. This is not the right time.

But don't choose another girl yet.

Here.

We'll be in touch.

- Figure skating coach? - What?

You've been skating since you were a junior G-man.

But that was hockey.

We're talking body checks, not twirls.

Oh, come on. It's a good cover.

I don't need a cover. I could go in there

with a tac team and turn that place upside down.

Yeah, you could if you wanted to scare off the guys

we're really after.

Just admit it-- best way into this case

is on skates.

You got a ticket.

Come on, this is for your bio, not a mug shot.

- Come on. - Oh, you're killing me.

I don't have time for this. I've got ASAC work.

- I can't play dress-up. - Just smile.

Rebecca?

From the Gershon Museum.

Neal, from the FBI.

- Hey. - Hi.

- How are you? - I'm, uh...

terrible.

The museum world, it's really small.

I can't get another job.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is there anything I can do to help?

You? No.

You've done enough.

Whoa. Wha--

- I've been thinking about that day