204 By The Book
[Mozzie and Neal are walking on the streets.]
Neal: You're wearing an ascot.
Mozzie: You know, the Duke of Windsor considered ascots the elegant morning wear.
Neal: Great, if this were 1874... Or you were about to open that Shackleton Brandy you intercepted.
Mozzie: I'm not allowed to look debonair?
Neal: You on your way to undercut that antiques dealer? Making your bookie pay for tea at the Carlyle?
Mozzie: You know, this... what you're doing... uh, projecting your boredom with your humdrum, 9:00-to-5:00 existence onto my day, where I am free to color outside the lines as I choose.
Neal: Don't let me stop you, Picasso.
Mozzie: If you'll excuse me... I have somewhere important to be.
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[Mozzie is in a café. The waitress, Gina, comes to him.]
Gina: A.B. Tattersall? Read his last one in a day and then couldn't sleep... the way the murderer tips off the detective and then gets caught in his own double cross.
Mozzie: Mm-hmm. He's a master of denouement. I'll lend it to you.
Gina: I will try not to drop it in the bathtub this time.
Mozzie: Good morning, Gina.
Gina: Good morning, Mozzie. I like your tie thing. You know, orange is my favorite color.
Mozzie: Really? I had no idea.
Gina: Whole-wheat toast, half a grapefruit, and soft-boiled egg coming right up.
Mozzie: So, which of our fair city's bounties did you explore this weekend?
Gina: I just picked up shifts. You'll have to tell me about your adventures.
Mozzie: No, no. I can't say.
[Two men enter the café.]
Gina: Mozzie, do you really have friends at the FBI?
Mozzie: You know I'm not able to speak to that.
Gina: I'm serious. Do you?
Mozzie: That's a...Definite maybe.
Gina (to the men): Hi, Vince, Mike. Do you guys need a table?
One of the men: You got a break coming up?
Gina: I'll just close out. Mozzie, I'm gonna take my break a little early today. Um, do you need a refill?
Mozzie: Gina, is everything okay?
[She puts a paper on Mozzie’s table.]
Gina: Oh, you know what you should really read? “Snap of the twig." I got really caught up in it.
[She left with the two men.]
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[Peter and his team are in conference room working on a case.]
Peter: Good work, everyone. We're closing in. Whoever cracks this identity-theft ring on the Upper East Side wins this... my Quantico pen. Don't make 'em like this anymore.
Diana: The victims all used their credit cards at a silent auction last month. Check the list of people who worked the event.
Jones: Organic produce, dry cleaning, gyms... all set up on monthly accounts. Maybe someone got in this way.
Neal: Well, it's written all over their faces. What? They share a dermatologist. Someone from the office is selling patient information. I want that pen.
Peter: Blake, run indices on all these, starting with Dr. Botox and his office staff. When I get back from lunch with Elizabeth, let's see who gets the pen.
[Neal leaves the room and goes to the lift. When he’s in he receives a SMS which says: “20thfloor”. On the 20thfloor a man enters the lift.]
Neal: Moz, what are you...
Mozzie: No names!
Neal: What are you doing in a federal building dressed like Truman Capote? You want to explain why you're here?
Mozzie: I have a friend in need.
Neal: Girl from the diner?
Mozzie: You know about Gina?
Neal: Yes, I...
[The elevator stops at a floor.]
Mozzie (to the employees): no, no. No, no. Sorry.
Neal: Yes, I know about the girl from the diner. What I don't know is why you wore an ascot to meet with her.
Mozzie: Oh. Gina likes orange. And she's in trouble.
Neal: What kind of trouble?
Mozzie: The serious kind. These two guys came into the diner. Gina got really nervous, and she told me to read a book.
Neal: Wow. That's definitely cause for alarm.
Mozzie: Neal, it was "Snap of the twig," and she knows I already read it!
Neal: That's your proof?
Mozzie: You sound like the suit. Right before she walked out the door of the diner, she asked me if I knew anyone in the FBI.
[The lift stops at 18thfloor.]
Mozzie (to the employees): Oh, uh, my friend is very claustrophobic. He could get violent. It's okay. It's okay.
Neal (to the employees): Don't get near me. Don't get near me.
At 20th floor:
Peter: At this rate, I'm gonna have to kiss my wife, put her in a cab, and grab a hot dog on my way back here.
[One lift arrives.]
Diana: Finally!
Employee: Excuse me. Oh. Watch your back.
Peter: Obviously the universe is trying to rob me of my lunch hour.
In the lift:
Neal: Okay, look, let's give it 24 hours. If she...
Mozzie: We might not have 24 hours! Do you know what the plot of "Snap of the twig" is? It's about a girl who gets in too deep and ends up being kidnapped. She said she really got "caught up in it."
[The elevator stops at another floor.]
Mozzie: Do you guys smell that?
Neal: Is that burning insulation?
Mozzie: Oh, sometimes these things can just...
[The door close.]
Mozzie: Gina was trying to send me a message. It was a cry for help.
Neal: This isn't the kind of case that Peter normally handles, if it's even a case.
Mozzie: They owe me, Neal. I have never even asked for one favor before.
Neal: Okay. I'll look into it. Can you give me Gina's last name?
Mozzie: Oh, and then some.
[He gives a file to Neal.]
Neal: This is a little creepy.
Mozzie: Oh, that's nothin'.
[The elevator stops and Mozzie leaves. Neal supports the 21th button.]
On the 21th floor:
[The lift arrives an Neal exits.]
Diana: Took long enough.
Neal: You guys do know we have stairs, right?
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[Neal is at the FBI’s offices.]
Neal: How's your first week going?
Employee: Better than Harvard and Quantico combined. Psyched to be on Agent Burke's team. The guy's a legend.
Neal: He is. By the way, I got a name to add to that list he gave you. Gina Destefano.
Employee: I'll run it right after lunch.
Neal: Any way you can run it now? Turns out to be the one, you get that pen.
Employee: I get the pen?
Neal: Oh, yeah. Come on.
[The employee searches on his computer.]
Employee: Here's her phone records.
Neal: Interesting... Gina makes a couple calls from the cell phone at the same time every day, texts, too. Not today. It all stops at 9:15.
Employee: Bank and credit cards.
Neal: No atm withdrawals. Cards are quiet.
Employee: Does this woman work for the dermatologist?
Neal: I like the way you think.
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Mozzie: Gina's been taken. I just know it.
Neal: Maybe she's sick in bed.
Mozzie: No one goes off the grid like this.
Neal: How'd you make a file on her and not get her address?
Mozzie: You know, I don't just go around looking up people. I'm not some kind of a stalker. She's unlisted. There is a line, Neal.
Neal: Well, the FBI crossed it for you.
Mozzie: So, now what do we do?
Neal: You could knock.
Mozzie: I can't knock. She's unlisted. How do I explain how I found her?
Neal: Here, I'll do it. I'll tell her I'm looking for the last tenant.
Mozzie: Oh, no, don't!
Neal: She doesn't know who I am.
Mozzie: You ever wonder why you've never been introduced ? She meets you, and suddenly I become the quirky friend.
Neal: What do you suggest, Moz? There you go.
[Mozzie knocks at the door and hid himself against the wall like a kid.]
Neal: What are you... oh, my God. This is really mature. Anything?
Mozzie: This does not bode well. Peephole reverser. The place is trashed. Oh, God. We got to get in there.
Neal: All right, you better start thinking of ways to convince Peter this falls under exigent circumstances.
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Elizabeth: Bite, chew three times, swallow, think. Honey, you're either having a gastronomic epiphany, or it's a case.
Peter: It's Neal. There was this thing with the elevator.
Elizabeth: Thing?
Peter: When he stepped off, he was shifty.
Elizabeth: Uh-oh. I know how you are with shifty.
Peter: No, you... you know what? You're right. You're right. Enough about Neal. This is our last lunch together for a week.
Elizabeth: You gonna survive without me?
Peter: Did you forget I did a lot of the cooking when we first met?
Elizabeth: Yeah, I have all the take-out menus in the top drawer.
Peter: That's what I love about you.
[Peter’s cell phone rings.]
Peter: Oh, sorry, honey.
Elizabeth: That's okay.
[He switches on his cell phone.]
Peter: Agent Blake, don't you eat lunch?
Blake: Yes, sir, but I thought you'd want to know Caffrey was right about the dermatologist. But there's no connection with that other name he had me run.
Peter: Oh, right... the name Neal had you run. What was it again?
Blake: Gina Destefano.
Peter: Gina Destefano. Wait. Hold on, Blake.
Elizabeth: You know, when Mozzie was over sweeping the house, he mentioned some waitress he was bonding with over mystery novels... I think that's her.
Peter: Yeah. Blake, keep monitoring. I'll be back soon.
[He hangs up.]
Peter: Mozzie has a crush?
Elizabeth: It happens.
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Mozzie: Coffee table askew. Clothes put back upside down. Work of an amateur.
Neal: Well, you're right. Someone was looking something.
Mozzie: Hey, look at this. I made this for Gina.
Neal: Wordplay. Hope you used protection.
Mozzie: She likes codes. And she kept it.
Neal: To use when she files the restraining order? Uh, Moz.
Mozzie: Boyfriend? He's follicly and vertically challenged like me, only...Better.
Neal: Hey, hey, he's a-a version of you. Prints. If we find any, I can run them back at the office. Gloves?
Mozzie: Always.
Neal: Thanks.
Mozzie: Neal, I'll bet you a first-edition Faulkner that those two goons from the diner have a rap sheet from here to New Jersey. Oh. Here. Brush. Drawers?
Neal: Yep. Oh, come on. No prints. Looks like this place has been wiped. Someone left a message in fingerprints.
Mozzie: Gina. That's from "the harpist's revenge." Call in the cavalry.
Neal: Wait. Wait a second, Moz. Sal's. That's a cigar bar down by your chess club.
Mozzie: Well, so, what are we waiting for? This is a kidnapping! Time is of the essence! Uh, Patty Hearst?
Neal: Yeah.
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[Peter, Jones and Diana are in the investigation room watching the tape of the surveillance camera.]
Diana: This little guy gets on at 19 but works the camera angles to avoid detection.
Jones: And of course we know this little guy.
Peter: Yes, we do. I'm surprised he got this close to the office. What do we know about Gina Destefano?
Diana: 34 years old, U.S. citizen.
Peter: Is she still a waitress?
Diana: At Margo's diner. Good girl. No record. Today's pattern of cell use was unusually silent until she made a call about a half-hour ago.
Jones: We traced that number back to Tommy Barnes.
Diana: Multiple incoming and outgoing calls... probably a boyfriend.
Peter: Tommy's not so squeaky-clean. Priors for b&e, selling stolen merch.
Diana: Works as a limo driver.
Peter: Could be an errand boy for one of those numbers rings we've been keeping an eye on, on the east side.
Jones: Peter, look at this.
[Jones gives a file to Peter.]
Peter: Where are Neal and Mozzie?
Diana: What's the problem?
Peter: Pull Caffrey's tracking detail!
Employee: Already on it.
Diana: Peter, what's going on?
Peter: Look who Tommy's linked to.
Diana: Christopher Navarro.
Peter: I need someone to find out where Caffrey is right now!
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[Neal and Mozzie are before the enter of the Sal’s. The door is close. Neal picks the lock.]
Mozzie: I'll keep watch.
Neal: All right.
Mozzie: Hurry up!
Neal: I'm hurrying, Moz.
[Neal enters in the bar. Mozzie stays outside. Inside the bar, Neal follows the walls to avoid discretion. He stops because he hears voices. In a room, Cristofer Navarro and some men are sitting around a table. Neal in hidden in a corner of a room and listens the conversation.]
Cristofer: Enough! I don't care about a girl. I care about my money. Our driver drops off a package, walks out with $100,000 cash. My cash. In Colombia, we'd all go for a walk in the jungle right about now.
A man: So that's what we do?
Cristofer: Really, Vince? We go for a walk in the jungle to get my money back?
Vince: Yeah, but it's a park.
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[Peter and Diana are in Peter’s car. Someone is talking to Peter by the radio.]
Voice: You've reached Neal. Big Brother's watching, so leave a message at your own risk.
Peter: Text him. Neal and Mozzie better not get involved in Navarro's business. He has a low tolerance for outsiders.
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[Neal’s cell phone is ringing.]
Cristofer: Someone's in here.
[Neal runs away et goes to hide himself in another room. He blocks the lock for nobody can come.]
Cristofer: Open it. Let's do this face-to-face. He's going for the roof.
[Peter and Diana enter in the bar.]
Peter: Everything all right in here?
Cristofer: We're closed for business.
Peter: Special Agent Burke, FBI. Got a report... someone broke in here. Thought I'd do my duty and stop a crime in progress. But I see...[He looks at Neal.] You men are already on that.
[Peter makes a sign to Neal. Neal arrives.]
Peter: If this man entered your place of business illegally, you have every right to press charges.
Cristofer: I care deeply about the trees. I don't want to waste paper on this guy. And don't worry, officer... we all have permits for these guns.
Peter: I'll be back another time to check those permits. I can understand why the proprietor of a cigar lounge is so heavily armed... you never know who you're gonna find in your humidor.
[Peter, Neal and Diana leave the cigar lounge.]
Peter: Where's the little guy?
Neal: Moz! Come on out.
Mozzie: Suit, I must say your timing is impeccable.
Peter: You two can fill me in from the beginning back at the bureau.
Mozzie: He wants me to go to the bureau?
Neal: Yeah, Moz, if you want the FBI's help, you got to go to the bureau. Just do it for Gina.
Mozzie: You know what they do to guys like me at the bureau?
Neal: I do, Moz. I do.
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[The door of the elevator of the 21rd floor open. Diana Peter and Neal exit the elevator. Mozzie stays in here.]
Neal: One foot in front of the other. Come on, Moz. Moz? Hey, you want some coffee? Hello? Rain man. Come on. Let's go. You're okay.
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[Neal and Mozzie are sitting in Peter’s office. Peter puts two cups of coffee before them.]
Neal: Thanks.
Peter: All right.
[Mozzie changes his cup with Peter’s cup.]
Neal: Moz...
Mozzie: That's what you'd expect me to do.
[Mozzie changes, for the second tile, the cups of coffee.]
Peter: All right, this is not a game. That guy that you walked in on... Cristofer Navarro, Colombian. Washed his hands of drugs, moved on to weapons and racketeering. Knows his way around a machete and a handgun. He's been on our radar for a long time. How'd he get on yours?
Mozzie: An acquaintance of mine left Margo's diner this morning and has not been seen since.
Neal: He was worried about her, so we stopped by her apartment.
Mozzie: Where we found a clue.
Neal: When we dusted for prints.
Peter: You dusted for prints?
Neal: That's what led us to Sal's.
Peter: Where, on half a hunch, you walked in on Navarro. If you'd come to me, we could have done this right. Now Navarro's spooked. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with Gina?
Mozzie: Intellectual. Literal. Ongoing.
Peter: Is he stalking her?
Neal: I'd have to look up the legal definition.
Peter: I hate to break it to you guys, but your girl, Gina, has a boyfriend. Tommy Barnes.
Mozzie: A version of me.
Peter: If you were a low-end criminal and drove limos as a part-time job.
Mozzie: Yeah, if.
Neal: Wait a minute. I overheard Navarro say that a driver stole $100,000 from him. Tommy rips him off. He goes after the girlfriend.
[Diana enters the office with a file in her hands.]
Diana: Got another ping on Gina.
Peter: Well, so much for being off the grid. 20 minutes ago, she used her credit card to buy nuts from a shop in Tompkins square park.
Neal: One of Navarro's guys said something about a park.
Mozzie: This is a clue. Gina is allergic to nuts. She told me she was hospitalized for it when... check her file.
Diana: In '07. Anaphylactic shock.
Peter: A nut allergy?
Neal: It could work.
Peter: I'll take Navarro down any way I can.
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[Peter, Neal and Mozzie are in a park to collect some information about Gina.]
Peter: The cashier remembers her. She was here an hour ago. She sat right there on that bench.
Neal: Was she with anyone?
Peter: She didn't notice. She said she looked scared.
Mozzie: No traffic or security cams. The only place in the city Big Brother isn't watching.
[Peter calls Jones.]
Peter: Jones, I need credit-card receipts from every shop in this area for all purchases made in the last two hours.
Neal: You don't care how many "I heart New York" key chains sold.
[Peter hangs up his phone.]
Peter: You want to know who bought them. We get names... Find out where they're staying. And welcome them to our fine city by confiscating their camcorders. We'll give them back.
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[Peter, Neal, Mozzie some employees are in the conference room watching tapes of the park.]
Employee: Ugh. Do they know what birds do on that statue?
Neal: That's like licking the Eiffel Tower.
Mozzie: Are you even looking for Gina?
Peter: Yes, we're looking for Gina. We've been looking for Gina in eight different languages, and we'll keep looking for Gina.
[An employee brings some food.]
Peter: Thank you.
Mozzie: Uh, there's provolone on my smoked-turkey ciabatta. Did you tell them I wanted provolone?
Employee: What? No. I...
Neal: Do you want half of mine?
Peter: Can't you just take it off?
Mozzie: Do you have any idea what happens if I ingest even the slightest essence of dairy?
Peter: Please, tell me. Don't spare me any details. What right do I have enjoying my delicious deviled-ham sandwich after spending my day looking for your girlfriend?
Neal: Look, Peter, you got on board.
Peter: Well, yeah, I was dragged on board. You dragged me on board.
Neal: I dragged you?
[Mozzie pointed something in the record.]
Mozzie: Uh, there she is!
Peter: All right, play it again. Slow it down. Zoom in there... right there on the park bench.
Neal: Her eyes. She looks to the right. Moves her hand a little, too.
Peter: We've been looking at this park from all angles. If we combine all the footage, we can put together coverage of this entire area, get a look at who she's communicating with.
Mozzie: Tapes 3, 7, 12, and 15 have everything we need, plus this one, of course.
Neal: He has perfect recall.
One moment later:
Peter: She's waiting for something.
Mozzie: Look. Vince and Mike, from the diner.
Neal: They're dropping back, don't want to be seen.
Peter: That's what the call was. She told Tommy to meet her. They used her to draw him out.
Neal: Classic move. She warns him. She can't let him walk into it.
Mozzie: He's leaving her there? Class act, this Tommy.
Peter: There! Rewind it and blow it up.
Neal: What was that?
Peter: Let's find out.
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[Mozzie, Peter and Neal are in the park searching for Tommy’s cell phone. ]
Peter: Tommy dumped his phone.
Neal: He doesn't want to be tracked. Can I see it? There's an unchecked message. Must have come in after he ditched it.
Peter: Put it on speaker.
Voice: 5:00 P.M. tomorrow. East corner of Houston and Norfolk. Just you and the money, or you'll never see the girl again.
Neal: Navarro has no idea Tommy didn't get this.
Peter: And we have no idea where Tommy is. If he doesn't show up tomorrow...
Mozzie: Then Gina's dead.
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[Peter, his team and Mozzie are in conference room.]
Peter: Navarro is going to a lot of trouble over a hundred grand. Why not put a hit on Tommy, sit back, and wait?
Diana: Okay, Navarro's after you, you've got a briefcase full of cash, and you need to disappear... what do you do?
[Everybody are watching Neal.]
Neal: You guys. Well, the first thing I'd do is get rid of my phone and credit cards.
Peter: Which he did.
Jones: Hop on a plane.
Neal: Airport security's tight. You pay cash for a ticket, that's a red flag. Plus it's risky. You sit in one place too long, people remember you.
Mozzie: Oh, and bus stations are the first place you people always put "wanted" posters.
Peter: Trains are no good. You get on one, you're stuck.
Neal: Unless you're a fan of the jump-and-roll, which I'm not.
Diana: I'd just drive. But Tommy doesn't have a car.
Jones: And all the limos at his company are in his lot.
Mozzie: You could boost one, but that's risky.
Neal: And you can't get a rental with cash anymore.
Peter: Cash. What about a taxi?
Neal: A couple grand will get you across a few state lines.
Peter: Diana, get eyes on the airports, bus, and train stations. Start with the cab companies. I'll prep tactical.
Diana: Come on.
Peter: Jones, you're on audio.
Jones: Yep.
Mozzie: Hey, what team am I on?
Peter: You're not. Neal's taking you home.
Neal: Hey, you're sidelining me now? Disappearing is what I do. Did. But I am a wealth of information.
Peter: Mozzie is too close to handle a ransom situation. I'll call if I need anything. That's it.
Neal: Come on, Moz.
Mozzie: Suit.
[Neal and Mozzie leaves.]
Peter (to Jones): Keep an eye on those two.
Jones: With pleasure.
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[Mozzie and Neal are in Neal’s flat.]
Mozzie: I knew something was wrong at the diner. I should've done something.
Neal: Don't blame yourself, Moz. Peter will find Tommy. He found me. Twice.
Mozzie: He knew you. He knew where you'd go.
Neal: When he found me, I wasn't running away.
Mozzie: Yeah, you were running toward something.
Neal: Toward someone. Kate. You think Tommy's the kind of guy who'd stick around for a girl?
Mozzie: All I know is that Gina's the kind of girl worth sticking around for.
Neal: Peter works one side, we'll work the other. Let's say Tommy is a version of you. You decide to wait around, and when things cool off, you find Gina and take off together.
Mozzie: All I'd need is one thing.
Neal: A new identity.
Mozzie: In times of crisis, people tend to go where they feel safe. Tommy grew up in Tudor city.
Neal: You got a look at his file.
Mozzie: With one eye. The only decent I.D. Guy left in the east 40s is Devlin.
Neal: Devlin? Oh. You two go way back.
Mozzie: Ever since that Spanish Harlem job went bad, he secretly hates me. If he wasn't so jumpy... I mean, if you can't handle stress, try needlepoint.
Neal: All right, so, Devlin won't just hand over a name. Is Jones still outside?
Mozzie: Apparently we're deserving of 'round-the-clock supervision.
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[Jones is hidden in a street to watch Neal and Mozzie. Neal had find him and calls him on his cell phone.]
Jones: What do you want, Caffrey?
Neal: I need you to do me a favor.
Jones: I'm not doing anything illegal.
Neal: Did you ever see "Scarface"?
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[Neal and Mozzie are walking in the streets. Davlin is buying some food.]
Man: Thanks a lot, man. Thanks. Yeah.
Devlin: Neal Caffrey! Man, it's been a long time. Hey, Moz. You're looking good.
Mozzie: Devlin. I see you haven't lost your penchant for shameless self-promotion.
Delin: You guys are a long way from home.
Neal: Yeah, we were just in the neighborhood, thought we'd grab some coffee.
Devlin: What's with him?
Neal: This guy over there, he's...
Mozzie: Neal! He's a fed. We noticed him following us a while back.
Devlin: You serious?
Mozzie: Powdered sugar? What are you doing, man? A fed?
Neal: What? He believed me. As if I'm gonna tell Devlin that guy works for Navarro.
Devlin: What? That guy works for Navarro? What are you guys into?
Neal: Nothing, okay? Guy from around here named Tommy Barnes stole 100 grand from Navarro. Word is, somebody made him a fake I.D.
Devlin: Oh, crap, man.
Mozzie: Navarro thinks I did it.
Devlin: Holy crap, man.
Mozzie: Here he comes. Vouch for me, all right, Devlin? You owe me from that Spanish Harlem debacle.
Devlin: Moz, I got your back, man.
[The guy arrives.]
Jones: You.
Mozzie: You got the wrong guy. I swear!
Devlin: Look, man. Hi. I know who you are, okay? I don't want any trouble. That guy there, he was just bragging about an I.D. He made for a guy named Tommy Barnes.
Mozzie: I did no such thing! I don't have a death wish!
Devlin: Hey! He told me Tommy's new name is Sam Brennan. Okay? Sam Brennan. That's what he said.
Jones: Both of you better come with me.
Mozzie: I won't forget this, Devlin!
[Mozzie, Jones and Neal leave Devlin and walk on the street.]
Jones: Oh, you guys have more fun than we do.
Neal: Whatever, Travolta.
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[Peter and some employee are in conference room.]
Peter: Surveillance outpost is being set up a block from the drop site. Cameras and mikes on exterior. Tactical is on the move. Any questions? We will bring Tommy in. There will be a drop.
[Diana enters the room with a file in her hands.]
Diana: I have good news.
Peter: I need good news.
Diana: A taxi driver came forward. A man matching Tommy's description caught a cab near the park yesterday. Said he'd give him $5,000 to drive him to Chicago without calling it in.
Peter: Why's the driver talking?
Diana: Because Tommy only gave him $400. He made him turn around at the Jersey turnpike. But look at what he paid with.
Peter: These are sequential bills.
Diana: Tommy hasn't made any withdrawals, so he's using the money he took from Sal's.
Peter: Navarro's laundering money through Sal's.
Diana: That's why he wants that particular 100 grand back.
Peter: Because it can be traced. This could blow up Navarro's entire enterprise.
[Peter phone is ringing.]
Peter: Yeah, Jones?
Jones: Peter, I'm with Caffrey and the little guy. We got a tip that Tommy Barnes has a new I.D.... Sam Brennan.
Peter: Thanks, Jones.
[He hangs up.]
Peter: All right, run the name "Sam Brennan." Hit the hotels and motels. He'll be the one paying cash.
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[Peter and Diana are in the streets. A man passes next to Peter.]
Peter: Tommy. Your name's Sam now, remember? Special Agent Burke, FBI.
Diana: Same sequence as the bills from the cab. Rest in your safe in the hotel?
Tommy: Yeah.
Peter: Get E.R.T. On it. Let Neal and Mozzie know we've got Tommy. We need to talk.
Tommy: All right.
Peter: Come on.
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[Peter asks Tommy in the interrogation room.]
Peter: How'd you get your hands on this money?
Tommy: A few nights ago, I did a drop at Sal's. There were some briefcases. Nobody was looking.
Peter: Navarro has Gina. We don't know where. He's threatening to kill her. There's a way to make this right.
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[Peter, his team, Mozzie and Tommy are in a basement.]
Peter: Snipers on the north and south rooftops. Mobile and foot units around the perimeter. We'll have undercover agents placed as vendors. But watch this area... it's a blind spot, access to the subways. We don't have enough manpower to cover the trains. I want you ready to move in when we get Gina's coordinates. Remember, the color of the day is orange.
Mozzie: Uh, Gina's favorite!
Neal: He'll stay out of the way.
Peter: He'd better. All right! Let's move out!
[A part of the team leaves the room.In a corner of the room Diana is talking to Tommy.]
Neal (to Mozzie): Stay here.
Diana: This lets us hear everything you say and track your location.
Mozzie: Just in case Navarro tries to take you.
Tommy: What?
Diana: It's a precaution, that's all.
Mozzie: I don't want to scare you with statistics, 'cause you don't look to me like much of a math guy. If this goes wrong... and these things go wrong a lot... then he's gonna take you... if not, then...
Diana: Neal!
Mozzie (to Diana): What? You do realize Navarro's gonna think he bought that flashy watch with the money, right?
Neal: What are you doing, Moz?
Mozzie: I'm explaining the risks when he's out there. Gina's life in his hands... he doesn't screw it up!
Diana: Get him out of here.
[Neal takes away Mozzie from Tommy.]
Peter: No. I want him where I can see him. That chair. Don't move. Don't speak. Sit. Read a book.
Jones: Okay, folks, Navarro's here with two guards, and they brought artillery. Looks like mp5s and acps.
Peter: This is it! Everyone in position! Everyone in a vest! Tommy, you ready?
Diana: We got you covered from every angle.
Tommy: No, I can't go out there.
Peter: Look, if Navarro sees anyone but you out there, we risk losing Gina.
Mozzie: I'm confounded by what Gina sees in you! You ran away once, but you turned around and came back. Man up!
[Tommy starts running away.]
Peter: Tommy, get back here! Hold on.
(to Mozzie) You're three seconds away from being arrested.
(to Tommy): Tommy, if you love her, then you have to go, and I mean now.
Neal: Just walk out there and give him the money.
Tommy: H-he's gonna kill me.
Jones: Uh, guys... We got a problem at the drop point.
Peter: What do you mean, a problem?
Employee: All right, stand down, stand down.
Neal: Where's Mozzie?
In the street:
Cristofer: Not another step.
In the building:
Peter: He just walked into the drop.
In the street:
Cristofer: Who the hell are you? Search him.
Mozzie: I work for Tommy. I'm his intermediary. Hands! I can get you the rest.
In the building:
Peter: Where is he going with this?
Diana: Let's hope he gets there fast.
In the street:
Cristofer: Tell Tommy I can guarantee quick... But not painless. He'll know what I mean.
Mozzie: You're an idiot! You think Tommy's phone was encrypted? Your message was intercepted by the feds. You think this is a secure spot? Look up. There's a sniper. There's another one. Guy tying his shoe... Agent. Lady with the fruit cart... Agent. We're surrounded. They've been on to you since Sal's.
Cristofer: How did you know about that?
Mozzie: Oh, please, this is right out of the book. Page 73, paragraph 2, line 5... And paragraph 4, line 7. Right out of the book!
Cristofer: Where's Tommy? Where's my money?
In the building:
Peter: This is not blowing up under my watch. We got to move.Go! Go!
In the street:
Cristofer: You know so much. You know a way out?
Mozzie: Subway was the only place they couldn't cover. Lucky for you, I got a metro card.
[They begin walking on the street.]
In the building:
Peter: He knows that is our blind spot! What is he thinking?!
Neal: Page 73, paragraph 2, line 5. Is that from the FBI field manual?
Peter: No.
[Peter’s cell phone ringing.]
Peter: It's Hughes. Yes, sir? I know that. Yes, sir. Well, I wanted the manpower.
[Neal opens Mozzie’s book.]
Neal: "Perfect." "Exchange."
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[Cristofer, his men and Mozzie arrive in a building.]
Cristofer: I want this done.
Mozzie: First thing's first. Let me see the girl.
[Vince opens a door.]
Vince: Come on.
[Gina enters the room.]
Gina: Where's Tommy?
Mozzie: Tommy's fine. I'm here instead. Call me the broker.
Cristofer: Call Tommy. Get me my money.
Mozzie: I see the girl's unharmed. Good for you. I want a chair, and I want coffee. No milk, no cream. That's right... lactose. Then I'm gonna tell you how this is gonna go down.
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[Neal is in his flat. Peter enters.]
Peter: What's the "perfect exchange"? Whatever it is... money for a painting, drugs, or a person...
Neal: the hand-off's always a problem. It all comes down to trust.
Peter: How do you know the bad guy won't shoot you, keep the money and the valuable jewels, masterpiece, bond certificate?
Neal: Exactly. So, one night, over a bottle of Armagnac, Mozzie and I figured out the perfect way to do it.
Peter: That why you're wearing your cat-burglar outfit?
Neal: I'm a New Yorker. We like black.
Peter: Mm-hmm.
Neal: Let's start with the "where."
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Cristofer: Where?
Mozzie: A neutral location. Tommy comes unarmed. So do you. Guns won't make it past security.
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Neal: Security is key. You need metal detectors, but not scanners. You want to get a bag of money and a canvas in.
Peter: Just so I'm clear, Gina's the canvas?
Neal: Right. You also need a building with a public space on the roof. We decided on the Sutherland.
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Mozzie: You'll meet tomorrow at the Sutherland library. On the rooftop. Don't worry. There's no books up there.
Cristofer: What time is this elaborate meeting?
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Neal: The meet has to happen during business hours. You want people around to distract from the hand-off. The Sutherland’s book collection is valuable enough to warrant guards.
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Mozzie: No funny stuff. Tommy hands you anything other than a briefcase, you make a stink, the guards come in and detain him. You decide to make him pay for stepping out, same thing happens.
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Neal: It's designed to keep both sides in check and on task. It's about the exchange, nothing else.
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Mozzie: Everybody wins.
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Peter: I like it... Except for one thing.
Neal: What's that?
Peter: Nothing's perfect.
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Cristofer: You just brokered yourself a deal.
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Neal: It's perfect because one side will always try to outsmart the other. Navarro knows that Tommy can't walk in with a weapon.
Peter: So Navarro's gonna make sure that there's one waiting for him when he gets there.
Neal: We stake out the library.
Peter: Wait until one of Navarro's guys show up.
Neal: He'll keep an eye on the place, make sure Tommy doesn't have the same idea. Then he'll plant the gun. We'll just follow Navarro's guy back to Mozzie.
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[Peter and Neal are waiting in a car.]
Peter: I know this is boring, but stay awake.
Neal: I haven't slept since this whole thing started.
Peter: Stomach hurt?
Neal: A little bit.
Peter: Got that parched thing happening?
Neal: Yeah. My mouth's a little dry.
Peter: Well, hold on to that feeling. Remember it the next time you decide to infiltrate the den of a mobster on a whim or something equally cockeyed.
Neal: Thanks for sharing your feelings, Peter. I know that's sometimes difficult for you.
Peter: You're welcome. That looks like Navarro's guy.
Neal: He's here to plant the gun.
Peter: We follow him back to Mozzie, it'll all be over.
Neal: I hope so. Oh, that's reassuring.
Peter: The "perfect exchange." When did you pull it off?
Neal: A certain FBI Agent came into my life. I didn't get the chance.
Peter: So it's hypothetical.
Neal: Yeah.
Peter: What happens to the middleman?
Neal: We didn't have one.
Peter: When Vince tells Navarro that the gun's in place, he's got his meeting time, location, and a stashed weapon.
Neal: Mozzie's about to become irrelevant. I want to go in there.
Peter: Hold on.
[Peter leaves the car and walk toward Vince. He points a gun at his head.]
Peter: Take me to Navarro.
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Gina: Mozzie! Mozzie. How did you end up here alone?
Mozzie: I followed your clues. You did leave them for me?
Gina: Yes, yes, from our talks and our books. But I was just hoping you would share them with the FBI or the cops.
Cristofer: Cut the talking! Sal's was a dud. Set up somewhere else. We got to find a new place for the money.
Man: I'll make some calls.
Gina: Tommy wouldn't come for me, would he?
Mozzie: Let's not think about that now.
[The elevator arrives.]
Cristofer: Good. Vince is back.
Mozzie: This is it. Get ready.
Gina: What's happening?
Mozzie: Something big, I hope.
Cristofer: Mr. broker... Seems I don't need you anymore.
[A man points a gun at Mozzie.]
Mozzie: Oh, damn it! There is no middleman!
Gina: What does that mean?
Peter: FBI! Drop your weapon! Drop it! Stay where you are!
[Mozzie strikes the man and catches the gun.]
Peter: Put your gun down.
Cristofer: You keep showing up. I don't like surprises. And I don't like feds.
Peter: You know what else you're not gonna like? Prison. Drop your weapon.
Cristofer: Oh, I don't plan to go to prison.
Jones: FBI! Drop your weapons!
Employee: Drop your weapons now! Put them down!
Peter: Looks like your plans just changed.
Employee: Now! Weapons down right now!
Neal: Moz! Hey. You okay?
Neal and Mozzie: Middleman.
Neal: Yeah. We might want to rename the "perfect exchange."
Peter: I got it, I got it. Deep breaths, buddy.
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[Neal and Gina are at Margo’s.]
Mozzie: So, have you talked to Tommy?
Gina: We broke up. Today's my last day at the diner, though. I've been saving, and I think it's time for an adventure of my own. I'm gonna go to California.
Mozzie: "It's goodbye, but we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
Gina: Kerouac.
Mozzie: He also went to California. I wouldn't do well there. I like my shoes to cover my toes. "You're cute, too."
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[Neal and Peter are in a street.]
Neal: How many dinners with Elizabeth have you missed because of me?
Peter: I don't keep count. Well, I've lost count. But Mozzie had you worried. How does it feel to walk a mile in my shoes?
Neal: I prefer Italian leather.
[Mozzie arrives.]
Neal: How's Gina?
Mozzie: She's showing signs of a bodyguard complex. I told her some distance between us would be good.
Neal: Yeah, a guy like you needs his space.
Mozzie: So, we heading to the bureau?
Peter: I got the FBI on board with Caffrey, but you? I don't even know your real name. And I've looked.
Neal: Thanks for the pen, by the way.
Peter: What pen? I got...
Neal: Earned it. It's mine now.
Peter: Give me that pen. It's not yours, no.
Neal: I'm gonna keep it there. Peter...
Peter: you got to give me the pen.
THE END