White Collar

Previously on White Collar...

To our best and final score...

What is it?

Part of the original German u-boat manifest.

You still think Caffrey has the art?

I don't know.

Whoever stole it, if a single item on this list

shows up anywhere -- We got 'em.

Yeah. We got 'em.

Did you find the safe?

The manifest wasn't in there, Moz. I'm sorry.

Neal: Oh, come on, Sara, you've always known who I am.

Sara: Yeah, you're right.

I guess you figured out everything I have to offer.

Caffrey, please take care of yourself.

Van Dyck -- "Portrait of a Boy."

Where are you?

There it is.

Degas -- "Masked Dancers."

Oh, come on.

Moz, thank God you didn't sell it.

Hey. Moz: They know about the treasure.

They're on to us.

What are you talking about? What happened?

"Ghost ship found with Hitler clones"?

"And priceless art."

Our priceless art. Ooh, ooh.

They're also on to a vegan vampire

ravaging community gardens.

Look, there's no need to hit the panic button.

Neal, this is where our treasure has reached

what Malcolm Gladwell would call a "tipping point."

Forensics doesn't talk, nor does Peter.

Yeah, but the suit and his suit cohorts

brought in D.C. Art Crimes, one of whom

was willing to spill the Nazi beans in a hotel bar.

Uh-huh. She thought I was Interpol.

My point exactly.

I get it, Moz. Secrets can't be kept forever.

But no one can trace this to us.

Except Hale, who I've already lined up to fence the Degas.

Oh, and Sara,

the half-suit who suddenly broke things off.

I'm gonna see her today. I'll find out what she knows.

Skip it. Let's just go.

Vámonos. We don't have the means.

We will if we sell the Degas.

No. That is too high-profile.

The FBI only has a partial list.

The odds are miniscule that the Degas is even on it.

But if it is and we sell it --

We'll be long gone before anyone can say "Degas away with it."

And wherever we go, I am telling you,

the FBI, Peter, will not stop until they find us.

But we can't leave until we have that list. All right?

Much as I'd love a candy-apple set of lock picks,

I thought you might want this back.

Thank you.

I'd love to catch up, but I'm late for a meeting.

Was it the passports? No, it wasn't.

Then what was it? I know you, Sara.

You wouldn't have cut out like that unless you had a reason to.

Okay, fine. It was the passports.

You had brilliantly forged I.D.s,

and it dawned on me -- you're a con man.

Are you happy? No.

I want the truth.

Neal... I saw the treasure.

I saw it on your laptop. You hid it from me.

You hid it from Peter, and you're hiding it from the FBI.

And now you're here to find out if I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.

It's not as cold as that.

Really? Then what is it?

Now you owe me the truth.

Were you gonna say goodbye to me?

No.

Sara. What?!

Would you have come with me?

Would I have come with you?

How would that have worked?

We'd just go.

The whole world at our feet?

I came so close to asking you.

But you didn't.

No.

Well, then, there's your answer.

Peter: Sara.

This explains why Neal isn't picking up his phone.

Well...

I would hate to keep Neal from his crime-solving duties.

Take care, Sara.

It's good to see you, Peter.

You too.

You've come to collect me in person.

I'm hesitant to ask, but why?

We got word on Matthew Keller.

Matthew Keller -- Neal's ex-partner.

That's stretching it.

As most of you know, last year,

Keller broke out of prison

during his transfer to a maximum-security facility.

He also arranged to have you kidnapped.

I remember that. Unfortunately, he got away then.

But up until this week, his trail was cold.

Jones?

Keller recently turned up

on some security footage in Egypt.

Apparently, he's been taking advantage

of the political unrest in the region.

While the people and police take to the streets,

he takes priceless pieces from museums.

Classic Keller.

Well, this time, he did well for himself.

He stole this -- You're looking at

a one-of-a-kind 3,500-year-old amulet.

Once in the tomb of Narmer the First.

The amulet of the lost pharaoh.

The new Egyptian government considers it a national treasure

and, obviously, irreplaceable.

Do we have any leads on where Keller may be?

He's off the grid again, but the Egyptians believe

the amulet's been smuggled into Manhattan.

The bureau wants us to find it and return it.

We exercise extreme caution, given Keller's involvement.

He's in our city -- We bring him to justice.

Neal, let's talk.

What do you think Keller's up to?

It's too early to tell.

Whatever we think he's doing,

he's probably three steps past it by now.

Why risk doing business in the U.S.,

with someone in New York?

Oh, he's always been brazen.

Mm.

Think they're on to us?

Has Keller contacted you?

No. Why?

As hard as we've tried,

versions of what happened to Adler's sub have leaked out.

It's hard to keep a secret that big.

Yeah.

Keller's a smart guy.

He starts putting those rumors together...

You're wondering if he made the same assumption you did.

If he's thinking you're in possession

of $1 billion worth of lost artwork,

that's a reason big enough to draw him back.

For it, and for you.

If he thinks I stole the treasure,

let's use it to take him down.

We found it -- the New York connection

between the Egyptian stolen amulet and Keller.

Great. Anybody we know?

You tell me.

The Egyptians believe

the shipment was sent

to an ancient-civilizations expert in Soho

named Raquel Laroque.

I know the name. She's an egyptologist.

Apparently, that's her day job.

She's a fence?

And a damn good one.

Check out her concealment technique.

The shipments she gets

look like Egyptian gift-shop tchotchkes.

But in reality...

They're highly durable X-ray-proof molds

built around real, priceless artifacts.

The mummy returns. Sexy.

Thought you might like that.

Ms. Laroque has put out word

that she's in the market for a restoration tech.

She needs someone

to extract the artifacts without damaging them.

It's challenging work.

Mm. Know anyone who can pull it off?

Talk to your crime super-friends and make it happen.

We get this amulet, we're one step closer to Keller.

All right.

Hey, what do you know about Raquel Laroque?

Not much beyond she's an egyptologist.

I hear she's spicy.

What does that mean?

I don't know. Not all my information's helpful.

Hale.

What's up, man?

Ooh!

I heard Moz did some work on your mobile office.

Yeah, I'm still learning all the bells and whistles.

Mozzie refuses to write down instructions.

Obviously, we don't want

any public record of our modifications.

I'll settle for that Degas you keep promising.

It's coming. Soon.

Yeah, we had a minor complication.

What if we could get you something better?

Well, my buyer has his heart set on that Degas --

Before we can move any of it,

do you know a fence named Raquel Laroque?

I do.