- Neal, what are you doing?

- What do you think?

- That you're breaking into my home.

- Elizabeth invited me.

- She invited you yesterday, not today.

- Well, but the invitation still stands!

- And who told you that?

- Come on, Peter!

- No.

- Peter.

- No, Neal.

- Ok, can you at least get me out of here?

- You were the one who wanted to come in.

- Yes, exactly, I want to enter your house, not stay stuck under this window.

- Where's Neal Caffrey, the great thief?

- I'm not a thief, and I'm not thieving.

- You already stole something from me.

- Like what?

- Er, nothing.

- Alright, so, are you gonna help me?

- I think I should call the cops.

- Very funny.

- Could you tell me what you are doing here?

- June doesn't want me at her house anymore.

- She wouldn't do that.

- No, she would not. But Mozzie…

- Mozzie?

- I would rather stay away from my place. I mean, he snores while he sleeps.

- What? Was he sleeping with you?

- Yes…No! Not with me, Peter! Oh my god!

- Well, that's what it sounds like.

- He was sleeping on the couch.

- Right.

- Then I came here.

- Do you know that we have a doorbell, right?

- Of course!

- So…?

- Peter, I did not want to be found.

- You would stay at my home, without telling me?

- It was part of the plan: sleep on the couch.

- And for that you try to come through the window.

- Sure! Do you prefer through the fireplace?

- We don't have a fireplace.

- Exactly!

*Peter sighs*

- It's 2am, Neal!

- So, can I come in?

- For God's sake, go home!

- Peter, I've gotten stuck, how do you expect me to go home?

*Peter pulls Neal out*

- See? Thatwasn't so difficult.

- Now, go home.

- Peter…

- NOW!

- Why?

- You are being tracked via GPS, Neal.

- Oh, how astute are you!

*Peter does his bad cop face*

- I don't like that face.

- Don't joke with me, Caffrey.

- Ok, I'm being tracked, so what?

- It's 2am.

- Yes?

- And you're at my house.

- …

- What will Jones and the others think about us?

- They will think that I got stuck in your window?

- NO!

- No?

- Elizabeth's not at home.

- I can see that.

- Neal, can you please use your brain?

- My brain? I always use my brain!

- You're not using it right now.

- What are you saying? … Ah!

- Got it?

- Pretty much.

- Right.

- So, what's the matter?

- What's the matter?

- That's perfectly normal, nowadays.

- I know that.

- Do you hate that kind of thing?

- What? No!

- I mean, are you homophobic?

- CAFFREY!

*Neal stops talking*

- Go to my bed.

- What?

- NOW.