ハイライトは"Can't get enough."

David Siegel. Found on the corner of Linden and Central in Bushwick. Cause of death was a gun wound to the sternum. He bled out instantly. We retrieved a shell casing from the scene. 9-millimeter caliber round from a Smith & Wesson 539 series. This image was taken from a traffic cam in the area. The subject is still unidentifiable. 15 days have passed, and we are no closer to figuring out who did this and why. The working theory stands that Agent Siegel was a victim of an indiscriminate mugging gone wrong. His wallet and firearm are still missing. Our division has dedicated all of its resources to this investigation. But the truth is we had caseloads beforehand, and those caseloads still need to be resolved. So the joint operation center will remain in this building, and a team of agents will continue to pursue all leads. The remainder of you will resume your active assignments. The best way we can honor David Siegel is by doing our jobs. Counseling remains available to anyone who still needs to talk. That's all.

sternum 胸骨 indiscriminate 無差別の

You okay?

Yeah. I am. What's going on?

You got any updates on Caffrey's status?

His house arrest is still in effect.

Yeah, well, he can't stay there forever if you're gonna use him. He needs a handler.

Ah, bonsoir.

What's with the bathrobe?

The water pressure's weak in the guest room. I needed to borrow your shower.

How much longer are you staying here?

Just until I get myself on some financially secure footing. Okay if I air dry on the terrace?

secure footing 足場を得る

No, Moz. Tell me how I can help.

Big Brother burned through all of my resources. No safe houses, no capital. What's worse, the Federal Bureau of Invasion has confined you to this impenetrable dog pound.

confine 閉じ込める impenetrable 難攻不落の

It's my apartment.

A sublimely spacious cell.

sublimely この上なく

Does that make you my cellmate?

I prefer the term "mis-incarcerated."

That sounds like you just won a prison pageant.

pageant コンテスト

A, I could. B, I'll think of a better term. Still working on the codex?

I'm trying to keep my mind occupied.

And it's not working.

I can't stop thinking about Siegel. Can't stop wondering if it was my fault in any way. If Hagen somehow--

Stop right there.

The body was found in Bushwick. That's where Hagen and I met a few hours earlier. It's not a coincidence.

Coincidence is fate's favorite tool. You're condemning yourself because there's no one else to blame.

condemn 非難する

I can't do anything while I'm stuck here. I'd be better off with a new handler or even thrown back in prison.

The Suit will never let that happen.

New assignment?

The department needs a few wins right now.

Is that why you called me in?

We're going back to work.

We? Oh, Peter, thank you, but you don't have to do that for me.

I'm ASAC. I make decisions around here, and I've decided that I'm going to actively pursue investigations. That's what we do.

Where do we start?

Accounting scam.

Can we start over?

You don't get to choose. I choose.

Our first case should be a good one.

This is a good one. Now, look here...

I just fell asleep.

Don't grab me. I'm cooperating.

Well, calm down, or I'm gonna throw you in cuffs.

Hey, what's going on?

Guy strolled into the lobby two minutes ago. Said he needs to talk to the FBI. Found this on him.

I need to confess to a crime.

Looks like it is gonna be a good one.

Nate Griffith. In and out of lockup since '98. Liked to knock off banks for a while there, didn't you?

That was a long time ago, okay? I had dues to pay, and I paid 'em.

Mm-hmm.

I've been trying to do right by my family ever since.

Your family.

I've got a son. Andrew. He's-- he's seven.

Why don't you walk me through this?

Okay, okay. So I'd heard about this securities vault in Manhattan that supposedly had 2 million in cash in it.

Who told you about it?

Just heard. I don't know.

Look, the more you withhold...

I'm not trying to, I swear.

What's the name of the company?

It's Kaplan Securities. So I-I figured out how to bypass the lock system in the rear of the building. I just went straight to the vault, and I cleaned it out.

What did you use to crack the vault?

I think I had the combination.

You think?

Look, I'm telling you the truth. All right, look, you gotta understand, this whole thing--it's like some sort of bad dream. It's only coming back to me in bits and pieces. But all I know is that I couldn't stop.

bits and pieces 断片的に

Where was the rest of that money?

It's--it's in Grand Central in a locker, um-- in number 941.

Combination. Yeah, see, this isn't a game. With your priors, you're looking at ten years.

I know that. Look, an hour ago, I was walking to Grand Central to get the rest of the cash, and I just-- I kept thinking about what I'd done, how I'd broken that promise to myself and my family. And then bam--I get hit by this cab, outta nowhere. That's how I got this. Look, it was a wake-up call. I cannot set a good example for my son if all I'm gonna do is relapse.

relapse 再発する

We found those in Griffith's bag--could explain his behavior.

He's got a pill for every color of the rainbow. Xanax, valium, ativan...

Heavy doses too, all authorized by the same psychiatrist. Dr. Mara Summers.

Here. Drink this.

Thanks. You don't seem like those other guys.

That's 'cause I'm not. In fact, I used to be a lot like you.

You robbed banks?

I did a lot of things. The point is I was able to turn myself around just like you're trying to do. You can be straight with me. Is there anything else you remember?

I know you're trying to help me, but I honestly can't, Mr. Caffrey.

Don't ever call me Mr. Caffrey. It's Neal. Come on.

All right, keep looking. Update me in 20. I sent a team to check the lockers at Grand Central. There's nothing there.

This gets stranger by the minute. I don't like it.

Really? Guy walks into the FBI with stacks of cash and begs you to cuff him. I'd think that was your catnip.

I don't have catnip.

Oh, everybody has catnip.

Yeah? What's yours?

Real Housewives. Can't get enough.

Can't get enough はまってる

Money has Griffith's prints all over it. We're running the serial numbers.

What do you have?

Texture feels funny in the top-left corner of every bill. I'm gonna need a closer look.

texture 手触り

Marked bills. Cash could've been used in a controlled buy or payoff.

Or it's from another score.

Yeah, is it possible our guy stole money that was already stolen? I think Neal and I should check out that vault.

FBI here to see the manager.

That's him there.

Familiarize yourself with the database starting with the client roster on your desktop. After that, I want you to categorize this month's financial packages by date and time. Are you getting all of this?

Yes, sir.

Good. Back to your desk, then. Ah. Apologies, gentlemen. It's his first day. How can I help you?

Special Agent Peter Burke, and this is my coworker Neal Caffrey.

How you doing?

We're here about the break-in that happened last week.

Break-in?

This morning a known felon walked into our offices to confess to emptying the contents of vault number four.

Oh, impossible. None of our clients have reported anything missing, and I assure you our security is top-notch.

Actually, you could use an upgrade. The U.L. approval on your vaults is class I. That means they can be breached in 30 minutes or less. I mean, you need the right cutting wheel and carbide drill, of course. My advice, go class III.

Could I see the vault?

Uh, we're very protective about our clients' possessions and anonymity. Without a warrant, this is all the info I can give you. Feel free to call if you have further questions. Gentlemen.

Well, if the cash in the vault was illegally obtained, it makes sense that whoever owns it wouldn't want to report it missing.

Unless they want to go to prison too. But this is all speculative. It's not good enough for a warrant.

Louis!

If we can't get a look at the vault, maybe we can find out who owns it.

Louis!

Thank you.

What's the play?

Well, Kaplan Securities is going to have more than one new employee today. You still have that brochure?

Yeah.

Thanks. Okay.

Watch your fingers.

Peter...

You've done this before.

Instant glue. Well, it'll do in a pinch.

do in a pinch 困ったときに役立つ

You frighten me.

Actually, you're usually the frightening one. You have any pictures in your wallet?

Can I help you?

Eric Roberts. I'm your supervisor.

Mr. Epstein didn't say anything about you. I have to call and--

What, you and Mr. Epstein are the only employees here? Look, I know you have those financial packages to work on, but this man takes precedence. Mr. Wilcox is a premier importer and exporter up and down the East Coast, and he'd like to open an account.

take precedence 上位にある

He would.

That means start-up papers.

That isn't protocol. We have a system.

You better make this work.

Very good, Mr. Wilcox. I've been here for five years, you've been here for five seconds. Start up paperwork. Third office, down the hall, left-hand side.

Of course. Of course. I'll be right back.

All right. Vault number four. Keep a lookout.

Yeah. Technically I should get a court order to go through that computer.

Well, good thing your CI doesn't need one.

Neal.

There are 250 clients in this database. Narrowing it down by vault number. I found it. Vault number four. That's strange. It's not registered to a person.

To what, then?

To a corporation. Niteowl Holdings.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, sir.

That's good enough. Go.

Louis!

It's a dummy corp. Someone is using Niteowl as a front.

Whoever Griffith stole from covered their identity nicely.

Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen, I got a lead on those marked bills. Two months ago, a Manhattan mutual truck was cleaned out. Now it's the bank's policy to mark all currency in case any kind of theft occurs. NYPD had a suspect, just couldn't nail him.

Shane Jacoby. Priors for assault.

And likely CEO of Niteowl Holdings.

So Griffith and Jacoby don't know each other, but they're linked. How?

I might've found that link. Shane Jacoby received a court-ordered treatment from a psychiatrist who prescribed Griffith his meds.

Dr. Mara Summers.