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Where'd he go?

I don't...

I can't believe he'd do this.

Guess whose anklet just started transmitting.

Where?

Wall Street.

Go, we'll wrap it up.

Why are you here so soon?

Making sure you don't rob me.

Ignoring that. Are those new suits?

We're underneath Wall Street, Moz. We have to blend in.

So you've already been booked and processed by the FBI?

Keller wouldn't do it. I didn't have a choice.

I won't trust Burke with my freedom.

I'd say these bags will buy you a lot more than your freedom. That's $10 million. Take it and go.

Freedom isn't freedom if you have to duck every cop on the street, Neal. If you can't buy a beer without thinking the bartender made you. And always on the move. Always on a hustle.

I thought you preferred that lifestyle.

I do. But it ain't cheap. That's why I'm gonna take all the money.

I-I told you we couldn't trust him.

We had a deal, Keller.

Yeah, you're right. We did. My Knife begs to differ.

beg to differ “ŻˆÓ‚ľ‚Š‚Ë‚é

So does my gun.

You got over your fear pretty quickly.

It's a means to an end. Drop the Knife. Kick it to him. Moz, take what you can and go, all right? I'll follow.

You want me to move these bags on my own without being noticed?

You'll figure it out. Go!

Don't go too far, Moz.

Just you and me, huh? So what are you gonna do?

Something that should have been done years ago.

Got a lot of history, you and me, Neal. I guess time flies when you're having fun, huh?

You think it was fun for me with you back out, waiting to see what kind of pain you'd bring to me or the people I care about?

You shouldn't worry about me anymore. Panthers have got it covered. And they'll find out that you set them out. Because in the deepest, darkest prisons, Neal, word travels fast.

Well, at least that word won't come from your mouth.

You don't got it in you.

Been a long road for us, huh?

This is where it ends.

You really still think we're that different?

Oh, I do. I know we are.

Look around you, buddy, hmm? I mean, here we are... filthy basement, lying to everyone we know, sitting on millions of dollars in stolen cash. Face it, pal... you and me, we're the same, always have been. Two bad guys who destroy all the good around us.

filthy ‰˜‚ę‚˝

That's not me.

Maybe we should ask Kate. We all know what happened to her. Poor kid. She was dead the moment she laid eyes on you.

lay eyes on –Ú‚É‚Ć‚ß‚é

It looks like you were right. Maybe this is the end for us. Hate to say it, Neal, but it's time to go gently into that good night, old friend. What's funny? You son of a bitch.

That's the one good thing about you, Keller. You're so damn predictable.

Keller!

Get out of my way! Get out of the way! Hurry!

Hey. Keller!

Come here. Come here. Relax. Relax.

No, no, no!

Relax. Relax. Don't come any closer, Burke. Don't do it.

You let her go, Keller!

I'm tired of taking orders from you, so right now we're gonna do this my way. So do as I say, and she lives. We all do. Except for Caffrey. Might be too late for him.

What did you do?

It's a sad day, Peter Burke. But if you leave now, there's still time to say good-bye. Do the right thing. Don't do this. Do the right thing.

You got him?

Yeah.

Move, move!

You need to step back, sir.

All right. We're gonna get you out of this.

I don't think so.

Don't... don't say that.

You're the only one who saw good in me.

Stop it, Neal.

You're my best friend.

Sir?

We need to go. Let's go! Ready? Up!

Would you like to see him now?

No, no. It's not possible. This isn't him. Of course not, this isn't him. This isn't Neal. Same as JFK, the decoy hearse. They took Kennedy's body out of his casket at Andrews Air Force Base and brought him to Bethesda Naval Hospital. There were two different caskets.

hearse —ěžlŽÔ casket Šť‰ą

Stop it, Mozzie! Just stop it! He's gone.

No, no, because it's Neal. He can't be gone.

Mozzie, he's right there. You need to look at him. You've gotta look, Mozzie. He's dead. Look.

It can't be him, Peter. Neal always had it figured out. There was always a way out. It didn't matter how tight the scrape, Neal could always slide past. He could always get away.

scrape ˘“ď‚ȏó‹ľ

Not this time.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

One identification badge, 16 credit cards, various names, 12 hotel key cards, various hotels, a .38-caliber bullet for evidence. One white pocket square, one key, one tracking anklet.

You're free.

You're free.

‘ß•ß Neal Caffrey's greatest con!

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