White Collar

Previously on White Collar...

I moved your portion of the treasure out of the country.

It's still worth more than either of us

could ever spend in a lifetime.

I don't want to run anymore, Moz.

I'm -- Agent Kramer.

Head of the bureau's D.C. Art Crimes unit.

So you're the one who taught Peter everything he knows.

Neal's my C.I. He's also a friend.

"The U.S. probation office is convening a hearing

to discuss the commutation of your sentence."

You could be a free man.

You've already served two years of a four-year sentence

while confined to a tracking anklet.

I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

This is my home now.

Caffrey's got a lot of secrets.

But if I keep digging, who knows what will turn up?

If Kramer digs up these things --

Neal could get the maximum.

He could go back to prison. For a long, long time.

You're covering for him.

You box him in, he's gonna run.

These marshals are here to take Neal Caffrey into custody,

and he'll work for me in D.C. permanently.

You understand this is best for everyone, don't you?

I do know that he has a good heart.

Do you think Mr. Caffrey is reformed?

As long as he's on that anklet, we'll never know.

As long as we treat him like a criminal,

he'll always think that he is one.

Should Neal Caffrey's sentence be commuted?

Yes. Neal should be free.

I'm saying Neal should be free.

I can tell you one thing --

I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Peter, Caffrey's cut his anklet.

Neal's gone.

That person you saw on Roosevelt Island --

Who was it?

E. Parker, Witness Protection.

When this is over, I'll tell you everything.

Kramer thinks you know more than you're saying.

Until the dust settles, keep your head down,

close some cases, and forget about Neal Caffrey.

Peter.

Peter.

Jones. Hey.

What'd you bring me? Work-up on another mail fraud.

Foreign lottery?

Magazine sweepstakes.

Oh, variety -- spice of life.

Is this where Caffrey sat?

Who's that at Neal's desk?

No idea.

Well, it looks like he knows you.

He's got quite the swagger, doesn't he?

You didn't blink first, did you?

No, I didn't. Oh.

I've been invited to the party.

Peter, this is agent Kyle Collins.

He's with O.I.A.

What brings the Office of International Affairs

to White Collar? Neal Caffrey.

It's been six weeks,

and the bureau hasn't turned up one lead

on its poster boy for reform,

which is why Caffrey needs to be captured

and locked away for a long, long time.

As you're aware, we've got agents

flipping over every mattress Caffrey's ever slept on.

But those other agents aren't Peter Burke.

I've given my statements.

Everything I know about Neal is in the file.

Everything that's official, maybe.

But agent Kramer seems to think

that you may have left out the good stuff.

Kramer sent you.

You know, he shed quite a bit of light

on your relationship with Caffrey.

Agent Collins, if Burke says it's all there, it's all there.

"Neal Caffrey has 27 known aliases,

"speaks eight languages,

"including conversational Swahili.

He'd avoid countries with extradition."

That's helpful.

"He has a weakness for beautiful women and..."

I love this bit of insight.

"He runs."

Hmm. Yes, he does.

Are we done here? No.

Agent Burke, I'm gonna find Neal Caffrey.

And you're gonna help me do it.

Buenos días, Rodrigo.

Señor Maine!

¿Está listo?

Sí, señor Maine. Está listo.

Wow.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Hey, you didn't pay for that!

Here.

For his papayas, Hector.

Oh, thank you, señor.

See you in a little bit, buddy.

Okay.

Pardoname, uh, usted conoce "Mi Valero"?

Sí.

Sigueme.

Buenos días, Maya.

Oh. Hello, again, New York.

"Mi Valero."

That's the last time I tell you one of my favorites.

That almost sounds like regret --

something you said you didn't believe in.

After a few caipirinhas, I say a lot of things.

Ha!

Oh, your usual table has ears.

Oh, Barry? He's harmless.

He wants to unionize my servers.

Viva healthcare!

More or less harmless.

Say yes to dinner tonight.

I'm sorry. I have to work.

You're the proprietor.

I like you, James. I do.

But men like you are trouble.

Men like me?

Men who come here to escape their past.

Oh.

I think you're confusing me

with the guy who steals Hector's papayas.

And if you are, I'm offended.

Estoy tambien.

So you're an honest man who has nothing to hide.

Open book.

You're from New York. That's all you've told me.

It's the best city in the world.

Then why'd you leave? To live here.

In paradise. I'm sorry, New York.

Your open book is a work of fiction.

Maya, come on.

One moment of honesty. That's all I'm asking.

Maybe then I'll consider dinner.

If it isn't Barry Soetoro -- carefree treasure hunter.

Just so I'm clear, you can have any woman you want,

and the one woman you choose

is the only woman in the entire archipelago

who doesn't want you.

You have your pursuits, I have mine.

Well, she has no reason to assume we're hiding anything.

Except the fact that this island has no U.S. extradition treaty

and we showed up with limitless wealth.

You miss it?

Of course.

But what's regret gonna get me?

Nothing.

And you're James Maine -- rich, carefree island resident.

Neal Caffrey, on the other hand, is --

Is a wanted fugitive.

Too bad the FBI won't forget that.

You think he's in Milos? Sparta maybe?

You know, there's nothing in his file

about an affinity for Greek philosophy.

'Cause you're not gonna find Neal studying trinkets.

And why is that?

He disappears through reinvention.

The man you're looking for isn't the one who sat at that desk.

The day Caffrey fled,

you said you followed him to Roosevelt Island.

Mm-hmm.

You claimed you didn't know why he was there or who he met with,

and yet you had agent Clinton Jones

flag the name E. Parker,

but you failed to mention the part about E. Parker

in any of your official statements.

We couldn't confirm the details.

You tried to go through WITSEC? No help.

I'll let you know if that's true.

Did you leave out anything else?

He likes Tanduay rum.

Nope. I've got people on the ground in the Philippines.

Hmm.

Then clearly you know more than I do.

Aw, that's a shame.

I liked picturing Neal and Moz touring the coconut palace.

Well, if Collins has his way,

you can start picturing Neal in sing sing.

That's if he's lucky.

You want me to kick Collins' ass?

Hmm. Six weeks.

Six weeks of chasing down leads.

El, he's my responsibility.

If anything were to happen to him...

Honey, Kramer backed you into a corner.

You had to let Neal go. You know that.

Yeah, and now I know that Collins has access to WITSEC.

He's got a leg up.