White Collar

Previously on White Collar...

Neal. Ellen.

You and your father.

My mom told me he was dead.

But you told me the truth.

He was a dirty cop... And he's not dead.

Ms. Parker, you were Neal's father's partner.

That's it, isn't it?

Agent Burke, I'm in WITSEC for a good reason.

These marshals are here to take Neal Caffrey into custody.

He'll work for me in D.C. permanently.

You broke the rules.

I go back to work,

and you're placed under review and reassigned?

I'm sure it's only temporary.

It's the evidence warehouse, and it's the best I could do.

The marshals are shipping me off in a few weeks.

Everything I grew up believing was wrong,

and I ran before I got to hear the full story.

I want to know who he was.

When my dad went away, Ellen looked after me.

You grew up in Witness Protection.

I was 3 when the marshals took us away.

What happened?

We found a gun with his prints on it.

He killed a cop?

It was a long time ago.

I need to know who I am.

Agent Patterson.

Watching you, Caffrey.

Always good to see you, sir.

Ooh.

Patterson's not the only one keeping an eye on me.

Black-market prosthetics off a raid on the docks.

Counterfeit eyeballs -- very Rat Pack.

Hmm? Sammy Davis Jr. had a glass eye.

Mm.

We got to get you back to White Collar.

Oh, tell me about it. What's in the bag?

Oh, I made a detour on my way to the bank

to pick you up Manhattan's best sandwich.

Why did you go to the bank?

You don't want to know where I got the sandwich?

Marginally less interesting.

First FBI check since I got back.

Put it in my rainy-day account.

Rainy-day account?

Well, with what I get paid, all I can afford is an umbrella.

- Cute. - Good morning.

What can I do for you?

How did you leave things with Sara?

Non sequitur. Why?

Look behind you.

I'm an insurance investigator with Sterling-Bosch.

I'm here to see agent Burke.

Sara.

Neal. How was your island adventure?

You know, it was kind of like rum punch.

Seemed like a good idea at the time un--

Until the hangover? Yeah.

Yeah. Hi, Peter.

Sara. What brings you down here?

I'm working the Covington settlement.

Grant Covington -- hedge funder we targeted

during the sweep on insider trading last year.

We were getting close until he died.

Scuba diving in the Hamptons.

Forfeiture units seized all illegal gains,

and we closed the case.

Well, I'm cleaning it up on our end.

His death was ruled accidental, so...

The young widow gets the insurance money.

How much? $50 million.

Unless I can prove she doesn't deserve it.

Now, the NYPD ruled her out as a suspect, but --

You think Sophie Covington pulled one over on everyone?

Well, you're the connoisseur on crimes of persuasion.

That's what I want you to tell me.

And you're the expert on the case.

Now, there's a memorial at 1:00

marking the anniversary of Covington's death.

Who's up for a stakeout?

Neal has errands to run,

but that doesn't mean you can't pick my brain

over Manhattan's best sandwich.

Then I'll take over.

Fill in. Fill in.

Thank you.

60 minutes, Burke.

Great.

Well, the paparazzi are still interested.

A 21-gun salute -- that's what his will said.

Mmm, nice to see a year after his death,

Covington's ego lives on.

Mmm, that is a good sandwich.

Now that the death certificate's been issued,

Sophie's giving Covington his elaborate sendoff.

Maybe for the second time.

Think she made sure that dive was his last?

Well, she certainly had a lot to gain from his death.

That's Wilson Mailer, Covington's hedge-fund partner.

Suspected he was dirty, too, but nothing stuck.

Ohh, she didn't like that.

That's a familiar touch for a married man.

Oh, Covington's rocky marriage was all over the gossip rags

when we were investigating them.

El leaves them in the bathroom.

Hmm.

Well, perhaps that's why Sophie's so reclusive.

This is the first time I've had eyes on her

outside of a boardroom.

He's keeping his distance. Yeah.

He's too far away to be a curious bystander

and too subtle to be paparazzi.

Neal, you've hardly said a word.

Are you sure you're up for this?

Ellen agreed to help me look into my father

before she disappears into WITSEC again.

It's now or never. There she is.

Hello. How are you?

Good. Good.

After all this time,

I thought you two should know each other.

You must be Mozzie.

Charmed.

Is it safe for you out here?

Oh, as far as anyone's concerned, I'm, uh, long gone.

Uh, wild guess -- both of them are named Marshal.

Before I leave town,

I think it's time you met my old friend Sam.

I contacted him after we talked last.

Sam? Did he know my father?

He did. He's a cop -- undercover for a long time.

A hard guy to get hold of.

What was going on in my department

was bigger than your dad.

Sam was helping me get evidence on...the others.

Others?

When your dad confessed, you, your mom, and I

were thrown into WITSEC,

and there was no time to look for answers.

Work with Sam. Maybe you'll find what I wanted to,

that he wasn't a bad guy.

I just want to know the truth.

You want to help me finish planting?

I would love to, but I got to get back to work.

I, on the other hand, am known

for my work with Yamadori bonsai.

That's true.

Oh, forget-me-nots -- a fitting au revoir.

Look after her, okay? I will.

I'll see you soon. Thank you again.

You're a dear.

Let me get you some gloves.

Oh, sure.

Our delicate hands are roughly the same size.

We're at the southeast corner by the monument.

Neal?

Yep.

He scorched a lot of earth

when he left for his island adventure.

A little smoke damage here, but I wasn't totally unprepared.

You knew he was gonna run?

Something I've learned --

things get stolen, and people go away.

Most of the time, you don't get them back.

Detail, attention!

Forward arms!

Wonder if he got a permit for that.

Yeah.

Make ready! Aim!

Sophie's leaving before it's over. Fire!

Not quite the grieving widow.

Make ready!

Aim! Fire!

Make ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Make ready!

Aim! Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

I think you just saved my life.

You could be right. You okay?

- Sophie, over here! - Wait up, Sophie!

I have to go. I have to go.

Hey! Wait a second!

This way, ma'am. Come on. Sophie, excuse me!

Stay back!

Hey, you all right? What happened?

Somebody tried to grab Sophie.

Looks like your insurance-fraud case

just turned attempted kidnapping.

Well, you can add theft to that list.

She stole my hat.

Something didn't seem right so we got out of the car.

I saw Neal start to run, got there as fast as I could,

but the guy was gone.

It was a faded blue, grayish van -- no plates.

That's all I saw.