White Collar

Any leads on who killed Ellen?

No, not who killed her.

Sam? Not even a last name.

But there's this.

An e-mail account not linked to anything else

the marshals found at Ellen's apartment.

When I run one of Mozzie's tracking programs,

I get this.

Somebody's still checking it, regularly,

at Internet cafes around D.C.

You think it's Sam.

Ellen told me to trust him,

that he's my best chance for answers.

But if it is Sam...

What do I say?

You tell him you want to meet on neutral ground.

"We'll meet on your terms."

No, you can't let Sam control the meet.

Neal! Neal!

Let me in!

Neal!

Hey.

Someone's trying to kill me.

What?! Why am I not surprised?

No time for sarcasm, Suit.

Calm down, okay? You're all right now.

I almost ate a bullet. I've been on that ride before.

It shakes you up. I can't calm down.

Mozzie, breathe.

Take a seat...

And tell us what happened.

Okay.

It all started when June and I paid our weekly visit

to the market of lost treasures.

Hester's Storage sells the best abandoned units.

Okay, we got a 5'x10' here. Get a good look.

At a storage auction,

you only have a few moments to gauge the unit's worth.

People see "fragile," and they think "valuable."

But an arrow pointing in the wrong direction

reeks of foreclosure trash.

Ooh, look at that toy.

That is an antique Lionel Crane.

John-John had one down at the Cape.

Okay, time's up.

We're gonna start the auction.

Give me $25.

Now, $25 right here. Looking for $50.

$50. I got $50 right here. Looking for $100.

$200, $300, $400, $500. That's $600 right here.

Looking for $700.

$700 going once. $700 going twice.

It's sold, right here at $700 to the gentleman.

You used June as a plant

to up the price of worthless units.

Well, it helps drain their resources

so I'm flush when a valuable unit comes up.

And June was okay with that?

Most likely, it was her idea.

All right. What happened?

June was crushing it,

but I still hadn't seen a desirable unit, until...

Corner unit. Get a look.

Okay. Let's start the bidding.

We're gonna start the bidding at $25.

- Anybody give me $25 right here, looking at $50. - $25.

$50, anybody? $50 right here. Looking at $75.

$100! $100 right here. $200. $300, looking for $400.

$400! $400, looking for $500. $600, looking for $700.

$800! Looking at $800. $850, for $900.

$900.

$975?

$925? $900 going once.

What's the matter -- Low on funds? $900 going twice.

Till next week, Mini-Me.

Sold, right here at $900 to Mr. Dapper.

Let's take a look at the next unit. Follow me.

Oh, these old cameras are great.

They don't have the prism that flips the image --

a natural gravity defier, if you will.

Oh, Moz.

Of all the units... Why this one?

It's a cache of chaos.

Pinhole cameras.

Maybe find some daguerreotypes,

some forgotten Vivian Maier photographs.

Whoever this guy is, he was definitely onto something.

Or on something.

I'll leave this to you.

Thanks, June.

I'd stumbled onto something interesting.

The flotsam of an unusual mind? Eh, perhaps.

But whoever this, uh, C.H. is,

he'd certainly given me my money's worth.

Of the two keys I found -- one modern, one antique --

the modern key opened the obvious door.

Anyone home?

You walked into the house?

I'd bought it, didn't I?

No. You didn't.

Seriously, Suit? What would you have done in my situation?

I would never be in your situation.

Get to the part about the gun.

Fine.

Naturally, I made myself at home.

You started cleaning?

Well, a layer of dust would do my sinuses no good,

and it led to a fortuitous discovery.

You found yourself a secret passage?

In the library, behind a bookcase!

And it gets even better.

You're a nightmarish Goldilocks.

Minus the golden curls. Keep going.

Well, I spent a few days settling in.

Now, I've lived by myself long enough

to know when I'm not alone.

He wore all black, and -- and he was tall --

like "Ichabod Crane" tall.

Where's the flag, 7-2-3?

He called you 7-2-3?

And he wanted a flag?

I had no clue what he was talking about, either.

Well, that makes all of us.

So I had to think fast.

The flag.

Of course. I was expecting you.

Take me to it now.

I have a set of rules specific to this situation.

Sure.

Establish eye contact... Follow me.

...force him to acknowledge my humanity...

Slowly. No sudden moves.

...then run like hell!

You are dead, 7-2-3!

Taxi!

So, I popped out on the street,

hailed a cab, and came right here.

So, all this is a case of mistaken identity?

Yeah. He thinks I'm someone named 7-2-3.

And that you've got a flag.

No, no. Not just a flag.

A flag he's willing to kill for.

NYPD did a search of Mozzie's new house.

They found an open window,

empty liquor bottles, and a slept-in bed.

How about the secret passage behind the bookshelf?

That, they also found, along with a broken vase.

So Mozzie's not entirely crazy.

They're calling it a tall tale of an illegal squatter, which --

Isn't entirely untrue.

Except for the "tall" part.

What do you have, Jones? Dead-end city.

Our storage unit is registered to a P.O. box

owned by someone whose signature is totally unreadable.

And whoever they are,

they stopped paying cash two months ago,

so the facility sent the required late notices

and auctioned it off to your guy, Mozzie.

What about the house?

Well, it's owned outright by a Robert Townsend, since 1781.

Yeah, he's real dead.

Well, a family trust was set up

early last century to maintain it.

The last executor died years ago,

but the trust keeps up the payments.

We could get more on the trust

with a federal grand jury subpoena.

This isn't a federal crime,

and you're fresh out of the bureau doghouse.

All right.

Anything on the initials "C.H."

That Mozzie found on the robe?

Nada. Nothing.

Anything on who or what the name 7-2-3 might be?

Nope. Zilch.

Maybe I can track the family lineage

without using FBI resources.

Guys, I'm sorry, but I have to get

my land-fraud case to the a.U.S.A. by noon.

Neal, could you -- help Diana research the family.

Mind reader.

We found more on Robert Townsend.

He was part of the Culper Spy Ring.

If I recall from history class,

George Washington created the Culper spies

to aid the continental army during the revolutionary war.

Please tell me you're not talking

about those Culper spies. Yes, I am.

They sent intel

from British-occupied New York using codes.

And they used numbers, not names.

Don't tell me. 7-2-3 was Robert Townsend?

You got it.

Why would the gunman call Mozzie

a code name of a dead revolutionary war spy?

This book presents a possible theory.

It caused some controversy

when it was published six months ago.

It claims Culper descendants

have been keeping the spy ring active since the war.