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I've never actually seen you steal anything before.

Well, that is one of the perks of being my plus-one. Let's go.

Hey, Sinatra, you want to tell me why you and Baton Girl are stealing my rock?

Oh, your rock? That's funny, because according to Article VI of the 1967 U.N. Outer Space Treaty, it's not yours.

Neal.

I got this, Peter.

Oh, you two know each other. That's cute. Now give me the damn rock.

I don't think so. Ballistics confirmed you shoot blanks.

Neal.

What?

He has my gun.

Okay.

So, what's it gonna be?

Sara, your baton.

I'm warning you.

And I'm educating you. The moon has no atmosphere, no free oxygen, and no surface moisture. That's why this rock is vacuum-sealed in nitrogen. Once it's exposed to our atmosphere, it crumbles to dust in a matter of seconds. Sara.

crumble Ó‚Ż‚é

I do like to smash things.

Yeah, and I'll shoot both of you.

Not before one of us smashes your rock. Let Peter go and it's yours. Everybody wins. Have it your way. Sara.

Wait!

Enjoy.

Matter of seconds, huh?

I may have exaggerated a little bit. It would have turned to dust in another billion years.

He's not making it out of here. You and Sara exit the same way you came in. Let the FBI know that Penny and Oz are both armed.

Peter, where are you going?

To get my wife back.

You've been a criminal less than a week, Penny. I don't think you're cut out for this.

cut out for “K‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚é

It's better to burn bright than slowly fade away, like you --

Like what? Peter and me? We are not boring. Hell, this is not even my first kidnapping.

Seriously?

Yeah. Every morning my husband walks out the door, a part of me worries if he ever walks back in. Do you have any idea what that feels like?

Yeah. I do.

Then stop him before he gets hurt.

You didn't stop Peter.

I tried. But whether I like it or not, people like you happen to people like us. That's life.

Elizabeth --

You know, I'm supposed to be on a romantic weekend with my husband right now, and instead, I'm stuck here with you, living your moment. Which, by the way, just caught up with you.

What? No!

Penny, it's over. Oz is going back to prison.

No, he is not going anywhere. We promised each other that we would not get caught. If it is over for him, then it is over for me, too. I was never gonna shoot you, just like you're never gonna shoot me. I guess neither of us are cut out for this, huh?

I never wanted to be good at this. Penny.

Hey.

Caffrey! Where the hell did you come from?

Inside. I'll explain later. Peter and Elizabeth are in there.

So are Penny and Oz, and they're armed.

With Peter's gun.

Okay, you guys hang back.

Let's move in!

Let's go!

El.

Penny and Oz just went out front.

It's okay. Building's surrounded.

That's just it -- I think they're planning on going out there like Bonnie and Clyde.

Honey, what are you doing?

What? They need our help. Come on.

No, they're not -- damn it.

Hey.

Come out peacefully with your hands in the air.

Oh, my God. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I got you the moon.

Come out quietly. Raise your hands.

You ready?

We don't want to hurt you.

Just stay close, all right? Maybe we can --

Penny, Oz, come on.

Stay back, Liz.

You can't go out there. You know what's gonna happen. Just tell him.

Penny, don't listen to her, okay? We have a love for the ages.

Oz, listen to me. There's a SWAT team out there with automatic weapon and body armor. You try to shoot your way out of there, and they will kill both of you.

Yeah, not if I kill them first.

Don't be a fool, Oz. This isn't you. I know you served three years for something that should have been a misdemeanor. You got a bum rap, and I'm sorry. You were using blanks so no one got hurt, but that's exactly what's about to happen out there for both of you. You love her?

misdemeanor Œy”ƍß

Yeah.

Do you really love her, Oz?

Yes!

Real love... is fighting like hell to hold on to every moment you have with her. It's making a life together and making it work no matter what happens. You want a love for the ages? I think that's great. Prove it. Make it last.

Listen, they're just gonna take me away from her.

No. They can take away a lot of things, but they'll never take away what you two have together. You go out there, and it ends. Give me the gun, Oz.

It could have gotten pretty ugly back there.

You understand why I --

I do. I'm just glad you're okay.

Take him away.

So, what's gonna happen?

She'll get probation, and this time, he'll get a fair trial.

Write me?

Every day.

Come on, sir.

We still have to give our statements, but it's not too late to try and get away. Maybe not the Rusty Egret, but --

I just want to go home.

Yeah. First...

They found it. Thanks, hon.

Nice.

Great. Okay. Hey.

Hi.

I just gave Sterling Bosch the good news.

Well, here's some more.

Isn't this evidence?

Nobody's gonna miss it, as long as it's back tomorrow morning.

How would you feel about being my plus-one tonight, no strings attached?

no-strings-attached –łđŒ‚Ě

You know I like a good party.

Thank you.

Yeah.

You asked Neal to lie to me.

You have every right to be upset, but you understand why I did it.

To protect me. I get that.

I knew you wouldn't let it go, even after the car accident. But, hon, the one thing that truly scares me is losing you. I had to do something.

Neal and I will always have secrets, but you and I -- we don't.

No more secrets.

Starting now. There was a file that indicated where Ellen might have hidden the evidence box. I checked it for prints. It was here in the house. Neal found it, like I hoped he would.

You wanted him to dog-sit Satchmo.

I'm helping his search without putting myself in harm's way.

in harm's way ŠëŒŻ‚ȏó‹ľ

And you didn't want me to know --

Because I didn't want you to worry. No more secrets.

So now that we're on the same page, what about you and Neal? He took the bait. Now what?

Hmm.

You cracked it?

It's a government code. Of course I did. It turns out that employer I.D. number is for a security company named Griffin-Moore, which is linked to the 50th floor of the Empire State Building.

Let's get that box and bring my father home.

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