White Collar

I hate this.

Every year... every year, it's like this.

Finally squeezed into a train at Union Square.

Couldn't fall down if you were shot. Come on.

It's impossible to catch a cab.

- Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter. - Thank you.

- Yes. - Thank you.

Enjoy your day.

It's Fashion Week.

- Peter... embrace it. Come on... - Yeah.

There we go.

Excellent. Good.

All right.

Oh, no.

Yes, all right.

Let me help you here.

Squeeze.

We are supposed to be interviewing our witness right now.

Peter, all right. Relax.

That's not gonna do it.

We're after an Israeli counterfeiter ... goes by the name of Ghovat.

We're going after "the ghost"?

We're going after the ghost.

What do you know about him?

I mean, this guy is nefarious.

I mean, counterfeit treasury bonds, dollars.

He's rumored to be the first guy to crack the microprinting on the euro.

Well, now we can add murder to that list.

Are you sure he called himself Ghovat?

Yes.

Okay. What happened?

I was at the party.

Why were you there?

Many models were invited.

It happened as I was leaving, when I went for my coat.

I was in the back room when the two men came in.

They were arguing.

They didn't see you?

I made sure to keep out of sight... in the closet.

They... started shouting at each other.

Then, suddenly, everything went... very... quiet.

The man who called himself Ghovat... I heard him leaving.

When I walk out, that's when I saw the other man.

He was on the floor, already... dead.

Okay.

Our men are gonna stay with you for now.

But if you need anything, day or night, you feel free to call me.

If you heard this man again, do you think you could identify him?

I will never forget his voice as long as I live.

Have you IDed the dead guy?

Foreign national out of Turkey, known associate of Ghovat.

Hmm, a falling-out over business.

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

My working theory... this has something to do with Fashion Week.

Yeah, well, assuming our ghost has something to sell, Fashion Week is a great cover.

He's got all his buyers in New York this week, with no bells going off.

Unfortunately, we've got 30, 000 buyers.

We've also got someone who can identify his voice.

Are you gonna share?

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

It's never stopped you before.

- We throw a party. - Is it your birthday?

- No. - Then you're crazy.

Okay, look, okay?

Look at this.

Monte Carlo, Cannes, Ibiza, Rio... this guy likes to have a good time.

We put women, booze, fashion all together in one spot... and what do we do, send him an evite?

He replies, "ghost plus one"?

No, we bring him to us.

We have Tara there in the room, listening.

She can I.D him.

Got to party don't... don't do this in the office.

A party?

The witness is confident she can identify him by his voice.

How do you know he'll show up?

We fill it with beautiful women.

I was addressing my case agent.

Looking at his M.O., he has a thing for models.

Yeah? Well, me too.

Hey, Jones! You like models?

- Love 'em. - Jones likes 'em, too.

Is there a plan in here somewhere?

Call me when one shows up.

Look. Caffrey, Ghovat... these guys are cut from the same cloth.

Neal's convinced that our ghost will show up.

I say we trust his instincts on this one.

We've never been this close to Ghovat.

I'll authorize 5 grand for this party.

God, you know, 15 would be better.

- We'll make 5 work. - Yes.

- And we'll get Elizabeth to help us. - My wife?

She's an event planner... best in the business.

She'll work with us on the price?

- My wife? - Your wife.

His wife.

- Don't hit me. - I'm sorry.

Royal Ossetra caviar.

This is gonna be perfect.

Neal, I just found springbank.

Whiskey. Perfect.

I got a Garioch scotch over here.

'65?

No, '58.

Oh, grab the case.

All right, come on, we got to itemize all this.

It's four bottles of scotch.

36 tins of ossetra.

- Booze and fish eggs. You got that? - Yeah.

Drop the watch, convict.

We're not on a shopping spree.

No, it wasn't for me. It was for you.

Oh, thank you, but there's nothing wrong with my old watch.

Honey, actually, that looks great on you.

Ah, a little out of my price range.

There's nothing wrong with enjoying the good things in life, Peter.

Then why do they always seem to end up in here?

Okay, so, we've got the alcohol and the food covered.

Now we just need the venue.

Don't worry.

I got that covered.

It's a loft.

Seized in a DEA bust.

1, 500 square feet, service elevator... it's perfect.

Is that chalk outline?

I'm sure they've cleaned that up by now.

It has everything you need.

Yeah, if five drunk frat buddies show up.

Aren't you supposed to be lining up supermodels?

Ah, 64 and counting.

Oh, Neal Caffrey throws a party, and 64 supermodels show up.

Oh, no, sorry, my mistake. My mistake. 65, actually.

These two are twins.

Is that another one of your supermodels?

No, it's just a friend.

He's got a place we can use.

You think your friend's place is better than mine?

Okay, it's better than mine.

Yeah.

Okay.

It's a lot better than mine.

Honey, I am really impressed with this place.

I mean, I could have a state dinner up here.

How did you pull that off?

He has a source.

But good luck trying to pry it out of him.

Hmm, sounds like fun. I'll work on him later.

She'll work on you later.

Okay, guys, I got 20 minutes to get fiber optics in play.

I want a camera on every single entrance and exit, starting with that one right there.

Okay. Let's go.

Hello. You're definitely in the right place.

You're also a little early.

And you must be Neal Caffrey.

I am.

Would you mind waiting inside for a little bit?

Actually, I think I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

Then let me escort you downstairs, at least.

You know, I got to say, I expected a little more.

- I mean, you're charming enough, but... - Who invited you, again?

The agency.

I thought you were a model.

And I thought you were supposed to be one of the smart ones.

Neal, this is Agent Lauren Cruz.

I just had her transferred over.

She's gonna be keeping an eye on you tonight.

So, where do you keep your gun?

All right.

Damn, Caffrey knows how to throw a party.

Agent Burke.

- What? - Hey, is that Miss March?

Jones, pull it together.

Sports Illustrated, not Playboy.

Doing okay?

Come on.

I'm with the most beautiful girl here. I want to see her smile.

Neal, straight ahead. Red shirt, dark jacket.

Seems pretty jumpy for a guy to be at a party filled with models.

So, let's mingle.

Excuse me.

Hi, I saw you looking around. Can I help you find someone?

- I know almost everybody here except for you, Mr. , uh... - Dmitri.

Dmitri.

Write down that name... "Dmitri."

I'm just admiring the view.

Yeah, beautiful crowd, right?

Quite stunning.

- Excuse me. - Yes.

Hello.

No dice, Peter. Not our voice.

All right.

Wait. He's speaking Hebrew.

What's he saying?

He's saying, "I'm waiting. Where are you?"

Ghovat is here. He's watching him.

Ghovat's here.

Peter, he's here. He's watching Dmitri right now.

I got it.

Back me up. I need you to flirt.

What?

- You're charming enough, right? - Yeah.