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You know... I really thought I was gonna see both of them sitting on stools so close to each other they were touching. You know, Peter having a beer and Jill having whatever women have when they're sitting with someone else's husband.

All right, don't jump to conclusions.

Too late. Already jumped.

Wait at the bar. I'll pull a room number out of the desk clerk. If...there is a room number.

Mercenaries are gone. They must have I.D.'d us and snuck out the back of the restaurant. I want you to put the tac team on alert. I'm calling Peter.

SSG procedure. Radio silence.

Okay, start tracking Peter's cell phone now. He might be walking into an ambush.

ambush ‘Ň‚ż•š‚š

Elizabeth.

Neal. A man from Peter's file is in the bar. That's why they're here. It was the case.

I told you not to jump.

I'm sure Peter's looking for him. I think I could stall him. Call Peter for me, okay?

Elizabeth, don't do anything--

Hi.

Hi.

Um, are you staying at the hotel?

I'm, uh--yeah. Yeah, uh, I'm staying. You?

No. Just getting a drink. Are you in a rush?

What?

Well, sit with me. Have a drink.

Um...maybe later?

Why not now?

I have a meeting.

Um, how about you give me your phone and I'll give you my number and you call me in a 1/2 hour?

Okay.

Ma'am, your check.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

All right.

Thanks.

Promise to call?

Promise.

Neal, that's him. Did you get a hold of Peter?

No. Voicemail. Wait here. I need to see where they're going.

Oh, no, I'm coming.

All right, tell me everything that happened.

Well, um, okay, I flirted with him. He tried to flirt back, but he was not very good at it.

Keep going.

He seemed anxious to leave. He said maybe meet up in 30 minutes and he put his number in my phone.

He put his number in your phone? Let me see it.

What is that?

Some kind of new microchip. All Peter told me was that it's about security. I think we found what he and Jill are looking for.

Shouldn't he be waiting for us?

Like you said, we're early. He's playing it cool.

Honey, I told you, it's the wrong room.

Hey, I saw you the other day. Taking pictures...of us.

We're honeymooners.

We thought this was our room, but our key doesn't work, so I guess it isn't.

There's only one room on this end.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We don't--we don't want any trouble. We'll just be leaving, all right?

What's in the bag?

Nothing. Clothes.

Open it. Open it, or you go from honeymooner to widow.

Buyers or feds. Cash says that you're either one or the other. Third option.

We're newlyweds who don't believe in credit cards.

newlyweds VĽ•v•w

He's an old-fashioned kind of guy.

That I am.

I-I don't know who he is, but she's a buyer. The deal was supposed to go down today. Right now.

The chip!

I hid it on a woman downstairs.

What woman?

Wait. We're both buyers. Iranian interests. Well, at least I was until this morning. North Korea came calling. Our partnership wasn't gonna make it past the parking garage.

Son of a bitch.

Their country would be very grateful if the two of you joined our team. Extremely grateful.

Look, kill the both of them. You can take the money. I'll cut you in on my half of the chip. Just untie me.

All right, you have to go downstairs.

I have the chip. I'm going in.

Give it to me. I'll take it in.

Are you gonna help me get in there, or am I gonna have to knock?

Let's discuss this.

I don't know who you're working for or what they're paying you, but the North Koreans will beat it.

They can't even feed their own people.

Shut up.

What are you looking for, newlywed?

All right. You never saw this.

What is that?

It's something Mozzie and I made. Now go in there like you own the place. Show them the chip, but keep it away from them. Okay, try to buy me 30 seconds. Careful.

I asked you a question, newlywed.

I've got what you want.

Hon, get out of here now.

Th--that's her. That's the woman I stashed the chip on.

He's right. It's, uh--it's in here. It's, um--I have it. It's, um--it's, uh... it's--it's right here. It's--it's in the phone case.

Hey!

FBI.

Oh, that was incredible. But don't do anything like that again.

I don't know if I can promise that.

All right, we got two men down.

Another typical day at White Collar.

Well, I fulfilled one of my fondest dreams.

Yeah, what's that?

Working with you.

Aw.

It was fun.

We did talk about that at Quantico a lot. It lived up to expectations.

But you had bigger dreams back then.

Washington.

Soon?

Once I've tied up all the loose ends here. Yeah. I can't just bring anyone in to be Neal's handler. I gotta make sure they're up to the task.

loose ends –˘‰đŒˆ

Peter.

What?

There'll always be loose ends.

Yeah. Yeah, and there's one you might be able to help me with. Uh, this one is a cold case that has been gnawing at me for 20 years. Why California? You were top in our class. You could have had any assignment you wanted.

gnaw ”Y‚Ü‚ˇ

I took an assignment. First female SSG agent on the west coast. How could I turn that down?

I wouldn't have stopped you.

You wanted New York. D.C. That was your dream.

You ran.

You didn't chase after me.

You would have just run faster.

You're right. I would have. At least this way we can remember Quantico as the beautiful thing it was.

Let's do that. Where you headed?

Off to Miami. Another case.

Well, I hope another case brings you to New York again.

Yeah, maybe I'll bring my El with me. Male edition.

Good luck finding one. She's one in a million.

Don't be afraid to talk to her, Peter. About anything.

I should have talked to you about this a long time ago, but I can't stop thinking about him.

I can't shake the feeling that if I hadn't become ASAC he'd still be alive.

Just trust me, okay?

Can I open my eyes?

No, you can't. Step down--curb. Curb. Curb. There you go. It's not that big of a curb.

I don't like surprises. They never turn out good.

All right, we're almost there.

You know, you should know that walking the streets of New York blind is a recurring nightmare of mine.

recurr ‚ć‚Ý‚Ş‚Ś‚é

You can open your eyes.

It's the window from the codex. How did you ever find it?

Agent Gruetzner used some of his underworld contacts.

It's beautiful.

Not professional.

No.

Not professional at all.

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