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NARRATOR:
Previously on Rogue...

I know you killed them.

Those three American soldiers
did not die
in a helicopter crash.

I know you were
in the Swat Valley.

The same place that those
Special Ops soldiers

delivered 10 million in cash
to a warlord named Massoud.

I know that you robbed them

and I know
that you executed them.

ETHAN: And you think
I'm capable of that?

Yeah. Actually, I do.

Cheat, he was gonna
get us caught.

That's the fucking chair, man.
That's the fucking chair.

RAY: So, you killed Cheat?

It's gonna be okay.

(GROANING)

Ray!

Spud!

What the fuck did you do?

I'm not looking
over my shoulder.

This ends today.

I love you, man.

(GRUNTS)

I'm not done with you yet.

I heard that was your M.O.

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTING)

The CIA were giving
millions of taxpayer dollars
to a Taliban gangster.

We were this close
to getting Massoud
to the negotiating table.

And it's all gone to shit

because of four
small, short-sighted,
greedy motherfuckers.

Now, you keep your mouth shut.

You're our greedy
motherfucker now.

The Feds are serious
about re-opening
your shooting reviews.

That's bad for you.
And that's bad for me.

So Ethan Kelly
just gets away with it?

Scream and shout all you like,
this is never coming out.

Well, if anyone knows
about covering shit up,
it would be you.

Is that a threat?

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-(SIGHS)

I'll get it. Can I help you?

-(TASER SOUND)
-(GRUNTS)

EVIE: Mom, who's at the door?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

I'm ready.

I'm ready now.

There we go.

People call me
a conspiracy nut.

But that's just a way
to dismiss what I have to say.

What I write about

aren't conspiracies,

they're simply the way
powerful people do business.

Ready?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can you state your name?

Norma Jean.

But you call me Marilyn.

Are you aware that
your net worth is almost
45 million dollars?

Oh, my!

Now...

And this is very important.

When did you
start running guns?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Whatcha watching?

-Big things, C.C. Big things.
-Dude. Your nose, man.

Jesus, Hutchings. Do you
have to do that shit in here?

(SIGHS)

I'm feeling good tonight, C.C.

My story's finally
coming together.

I'm back in the game,
my friend.

-Going to meet with
the last big piece right now.
-Uh-huh.

Woodward, Bernstein,
Assange, Adam Hutchings.

C.C.: (LAUGHS) Right.

Mmm!

How about another
drink for good luck?

I give you another one,
you run someone over,
it's my ass.

I see you.

-Asshole.
-Shit. I gotta go.

-Dude, you're not driving?
-It's not my car.

-It's still a car.
-(CHUCKLES)

Hutch?

Hey.

Here ya go, Frankie.
Stay warm.

Oh, fuck.

(SIREN WAILING)

(CAR HONKING)

(SIREN WAILING)

HARPER: (OVER RADIO)
Anything?

DIAZ: Nothing yet.

HUTCHINGS: Hey.
He's here, right?

You said, he's gonna be here.

He better be here.

DIAZ: Incoming 12 o'clock.

Who the fuck is this guy?

This could be a customer.

We got movement. South corner.

Cups is in the house.

Hey, hey, hey.
Ears up, Diaz.

HUTCHINGS: Hey, man.
This is my shot.
This is a big deal for me.

I'm not carrying anything.

CUPS: He said
he'll be here in five.

HUTCHINGS: He said he was
gonna be here at 11.

It's 11:10.
What the fuck, man?

I mean, he said 11,
I'm here at 11.

Fuck!

Deakins, you know
anything about this?

No, but whoever it is,
he's high on something.

CUPS: Yeah.

All right, I got you.

All right.

-He said he ain't comin'.
-Fuck's sake.

-What the fuck, man?
He just said...
-What?

Things change, all right.
Just relax.

HUTCHINGS: Okay.

Okay, so, what do we do?

CUPS: Me?

I'm gettin' my
frosty black ass

into a hot bed with some
warm-ass pussy, man.

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck!

What the fuck is going on?

LOWRY: Deakins, Finnigan?

You follow the white guy.

-Go!
-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

HARPER: Come on.
You're gonna lose him.

I go any faster,
he'll make us.

Come on.

He ran a red.
Let's pull him.

What the fuck's he doing?

You think he made us?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(EXPLOSION)

-HARPER: Shit!
-Holy shit!

PATRICK: Shit! Jesus!

What the fuck are you doing?
Hey, hold on.

-(HUTCHINGS SHOUTING)
-Deaks, get in the...

-HUTCHINGS: Help me!
-Holy shit!

-Deaks! Deaks!
-(HUTCHINGS SCREAMING)

(EXPLOSION)

I'm gonna be a father, guys.

Gotta be responsible.

Look, you do this,

you never have to
worry anymore.

You're gonna live
the good life.

(SIGHS)

We agreed to
talk to him, Ray.

Not kill him.

Everything we've done
up to now was
for that business,

so we could be our own men.

These weren't the kinda men
we were trying to be.

How'd it get this bad, Ray?

You never were one of us.

(GUNSHOT)

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: All right,
it's time to go.

Just give me a minute.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS
OVER PA)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

MAN: Your flight for Chicago
leaves in two hours.

All the info you need
is in there.

That's Marty Stein.

After meeting him,
you'll connect with
Lloyd Roberts.

He's General Howard's guy.

(INHALES) It's been a while
since you've been home, huh?

It'll be nice,

you'll be able to drop in
on your dad.

We have a very tight
fucking leash on you, Kelly.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Tell me you got a name
on the driver.

PATRICK: Forensics is into it.
But I wouldn't hold my breath.

The guy was like,
in a million charred pieces.

How about a VIN on the car?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Look, Deak, please don't go
full Monk on me here, okay?

You said it yourself,
the guy was all coked up.

His car exploded.

He slammed into a dumpster.

Gas tank was leaking.

-Still...
-Three words, Deak.

Fast and Furious.

-Never saw it.
-Serious? They made
like 14 of them.

And I'm talking about
the real fucking guy.

Yeah, well, the real guy
didn't meet with a scumbag
banger before he went boom.

You know what I'm thinkin'?

I'm thinkin' a couple of
Maxie's dogs, extra kraut
and onions.

Hey, I hope your Cl's
not expecting a raise.

Fucking Lobo.

Look, he said that
this was going to be
a big deal. Maybe it was.

Some white guy
doesn't randomly show up

to talk to Cups
in the middle of nowhere
then dies in a fireball?

All right, here we go.

All I'm saying is
maybe it wasn't an accident.

All right, look, you wanna
dick around with conspiracy
theories, you go right ahead.

But you're gonna have to
account for the overtime.

-Perfect.
-Right.

I hope you're
thinkin' Maxie's.

Lobo.

Fucking...

...Lobo.

(RINGS DOORBELL)

-Mr. Kelly?
-Yeah.

-Come in before
we both catch our death.
-Thank you.

Mr. Stein will be
right with you.

Can I get you something?

Coffee? A pastry?

I'm fine, thank you very much.

Well, just call
if you change your mind.

-I'm Elizabeth.
-Pleasure to meet you,
Elizabeth.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Jerry Hotchkiss next door
and Herb from
across the street,

they both buy
snow blowers, yeah.

Top-of-the-line,
gas-powered this,

electric that, guaranteed to
move 18 inches of snow,
without breaking a sweat.

What happens last year,
first snow?

They last, maybe,
five minutes.

Clog. Dead.

Nada. Nothing.

So, what do they do this year?
They run out to Sears

to buy the new
and improved model.

I give 'em till
Christmas tops.

-Marty Stein.
-Ethan Kelly.

(SIGHS) That's the problem
with America today.

Whatever it is,
someone'll sell you
a new and improved model,

whether you need it or not.

Well, nobody's ever improved
on a shovel, have they?

Bingo!

-You like that, huh?
-What is it?

The Trial by Franz Kafka.
Pages from
the original manuscript.

-I'm impressed.
-Fuck that.

I'm the one who's impressed.

Leaving Harvard Law school
to fight for your country,

they should put
your face on a stamp.

No, a mountain.

-What did you do? Two tours?
-Three.

And then you go
and get yourself shot
in San Francisco.

-That's a hell of a thing.
-Hmm.

Thank you, Betsy.

Thank you.
You forgot my friend here.

Oh, I'm fine,
thank you very much.

She's a good woman. Betsy.

She's been with me,
oh, my God,
I don't even know how long.

Our secret, yeah?

Middle of the day,
she'll ground me for a week.

Why am I here, Mr. Stein?

You're right. Time's money.

Especially, when you
bill by the half hour.
Sit down.

Thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, what do you
know about me?

Uh, you went to Loyola Law.

You started your own firm
and now you have
30 lawyers working for you.

Even I can Google, son.

You haven't been inside
a courtroom in 20 years.

If the other side forces you
into a courtroom,

you've already lost.
What else?

I know you once
dated Laura Linney.

(LAUGHS) I did.

Took her to a Bulls game.

Her father was a client.

You drink Michter's Bourbon.

You claim to have
a 15 handicap but it's...

It's really 12, isn't it?

No, no, no, it's a 15.

I just play a whole lot better
when money's on the line.

I don't like losing.

And I don't like being tested.

General Lance Howard
is a very good friend of mine.

I've known him
for a very long time.

I tell him I'm in a jam,

and I need help
getting out of it,

he recommends you,
says you're pretty good.

Well, I guess
that depends on, uh,

what it is that
you want me to do?

(LAUGHS)

God damn it,
I love you Harvard guys.

Okay.

Someone snatched a redwell
from my office.

There's some very
sensitive information
about the firm in it.

My problem is
some son of a bitch

pain-in-my-ass reporter
Adam Hutchings somehow
got his hands on the contents

and now he's hassling
my employees.

He knows things
he should not know.

Information that only someone
from inside my firm
would have access to.

I represent some
very high-profile people.

It gets out that
I can't keep confidential
information confidential,

my business, my career,
my whole ball game
is shot to shit.

I need you to find the leak.

I understand.

Come here. (CLEARS THROAT)

-This is a thumb drive.
-(CLEARS THROAT)

With background information
on everyone who
works at my firm.

Start at the top
with the partners,

and work your way down
to the woman who cleans
the pisspot at night.

-All right.
-There's also some cash,

keys to an apartment
in one of my buildings
and keys to a Buick Lacrosse.

I hope that's okay.
I only buy American.

I'll see what I can do,
Mr. Stein.

Ethan?

If I didn't say it before,
I'm saying it now,

thank you for your service.

Hey, Lobo!

-Not here, man. Not here.
-Get in the fucking car, Lobo.

Hey, Lobo!

LOBO: Hey, man, she's
gonna get me clipped.

Where the fuck we going?

You're going to jail.

For what?
I gave you everything.

What you said was there was
a big deal going down
last night at the Yards.

What happened last night
at 11 p.m.?

Nothing happened.

So they switched up,
that's on me?

Who was the white guy
at the Yards, Lobo?

Man, I don't know
white people.

And I wasn't even
there last night.

Hey.

I don't know this
fuckin' dude, man.

Why don't you use your
facial recognition and shit?

All right, Patrick, pull over.

You're about to throw
a 14-month relationship
out the window.

What, you want me
to ask around
who the white guy was?

That's the general idea, Lobo.

Get me a name.

Find out what
he was doing there.

And this is where
you get out of the car.

Oh, man,
we drove like five miles.

This is not a car service.

Get some exercise.
Get your heart rate up.

Freddy Miller.

-From Stein?
-ETHAN: Yeah.

No offense but I'm supposed
to be meeting
with Lloyd Roberts.

None taken.

He here?

He wouldn't miss this
for the world.

Freddy, you mind?

Marty Stein represents
about 600 clients
in a variety of businesses

including sports, medicine,
the arts, manufacturing
and finance.

Hmm.

Justice Department has been
after him for a year or so.

Perjury, witness tampering,
conspiracy, fraud, bribery.

Never been able to
lay a glove on him.

IRS has lost count of
how many audits they've done.

What does this have to do
with the DOD?

(ETHAN CLEARS THROAT)

LLOYD: That's our
Embassy in Kampala.

Our boys in Mogadishu.

Now we believe
one of Stein's clients

is involved in
contravening US sanctions.

He's supplying arms
to our enemies overseas.

Through Stein, we get him.

Maybe save some lives.

So that's my job?

Your job is to do
what I tell you to do.

You're here to get
Marty to like you.

Trust you. Use you.

Or you're of no use
to either one of us.

Well, maybe I'll talk
to General Howard.

As far as you're concerned,
I am the General.

-I'm kinda hungry.
How's the food here?
-Hey!

Fuck you, Kelly!

Look, I don't like you.

I don't like that you killed
three of our boys in Pakistan.

I don't like that
you did it for money.

And I really don't like
that I had to clean up
all the shit you left behind.

Just so we're clear,
if it were up to me,

you would have bled out
in that hospital
in San Francisco.

The bottom line is

I'm sick and tired
of cleaning up your shit.

If I have to use
the mop even once,

I promise you, you got
yourself a one-way ticket
to Leavenworth,

capped off with
a needle in your arm.

I'm watching you.

Understood?

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

One big happy family, huh?

Roberts wants you to use this.

What did you find out?

Well, this bangin' attorney

is at the top of
Marty's food chain.

Apparently, she likes
to hang out at a place
called Edison's.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

EVIE: She wouldn't
just leave like that.

I mean, we were sitting
on the couch watching TV.

DETECTIVE: I know
it's hard, all right.

But maybe sometimes
she just needed to get away...

-I mean, I know I...
-Are you even listening to me?

Look, sir,
she's in trouble, okay?

I know she is.

Okay. Okay.

Look, I'm not
supposed to do this.

Here's her
credit card records.

This was issued to
an undercover alias

your mom used last June.

And this

was taken yesterday

on the I-80 outside of Reno.

She's fine.

-She's just...
-You can't tell
anything from this.

Thanks for nothing.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Four, man.

Three shots Stoli, 21 bucks.

Thanks.

Go ahead and keep it.

-Very generous. Thank you.
-Cheers.

JAKE: Ooh.
SOPHIE: Boom!

SOPHIE: Did you feel that?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

SOPHIE: Oh, it's very funny.

SCOTT: That's kinda rough.
SOPHIE: Yeah.

See if you're still laughing
when I jam this
cue up your urethra.

JAKE: Oh, nice talk.

It's about as close
as you're gonna get

to actually hitting a ball.

(LAUGHS) On either
of these two anyway.

JAKE: Funny girl.
SOPHIE: I don't have a shot.

No, you got a shot.

SCOTT: No, no, no!
No coaching.

-Sophie's gotta
do this herself.
-Yeah, no coaching.

Come here for a second,
let me show you something.

You see the three?
Look at the three.

Slide it by the fourth bank,
side pocket.

-Maybe you don't scratch it.
-Maybe.

Well, "maybe" is good
for what you got there.

Well, go ahead then.

No, no, I don't...
I'm an innocent bystander.

-Please, after you.
-Oh.

It's a lot easier to stand by
than it is to stand in.

I insist.

Fellas, you all right?

-Go for it.
-Sure?

-Knock yourself out.
-ETHAN: Okay, thanks.

(ETHAN CLEARS THROAT)

SOPHIE: Shit!

(LAUGHS)

I could've done that.

I'm a little out of practice.
There's not a lot of
pool tables in Jaghatu.

Ah, Afghanistan! Army?

173rd Airborne, yeah.

SCOTT: Cool.

-Rangers?
-Yeah.

He's on my team.

(SIGHS)

SCOTT: I didn't even
tell you what it is.
SOPHIE: Hmm.

You do that, Scotty.

Now why don't you
lay it all out for us?

Oh, I will.

See, he knows I said so.

One comment and I'm out.

Marty doesn't give a fuck
what you think about Betsy.

Who's Betsy?

That is the question, Ethan,
that is the question.

And I'm just standing there
with my dick in my hand.

At least that won't get you
in trouble with the wife.

What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?

Peace and love, folks,
I'm out.

Boy, you coming?

Yeah.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You know, at this pace,
I think I'm gonna need

-a little bit more ice.
-(LAUGHS)

(BLOWING)

Well, aren't you
a delicate thing.

Hmm.

West Coast has kinda
got me soft, darling.

Pace yourself there, soldier,

'cause I'm gonna need you
at full attention tonight.

That's big there, yeah.

Hmm...

It's just right.

SOPHIE: Mmm!

ETHAN: Ah!
SOPHIE: Oh!

-Fuck me.
-Oh!

(GROANS)

Jesus, what happened?

PATRICK: I knew you were
in it for the brownie points.

Lowry wants the report
on his desk, first thing.

PATRICK: This job would be
fun if we didn't have to work.

(HARPER CHUCKLES)

Speaking of, CPD finally
got back with an ID

on the vic in the crash car.

His name is Ron Keeler.

He's a dentist.
Lives out in Barrington.

They just notified
next of kin.

So what's Ron Keeler
doing with Cups in
the middle of the night?

I figure, first thing,
we swing by,

talk to the widow,
see what's what.

You're gonna share
with the class?

I know that's not a coffee pot
in the drawer.

Come on.

Since when do you
drink whiskey?

Since I was 12.

(LAUGHS)

What's going on?

Deaks?

Talk to me.

It's my dad's birthday.

To Papa Deakins.

He kept a bottle of that stuff

on the top shelf
in the kitchen.

Take a couple shots
every night before dinner.

So, this one night,
when I was 12,

I climbed up on the counter,

poured myself a glass...

(SNORTS)

...burned my toes.

So, of course I just

filled it with enough water
so he wouldn't notice.

Mmm. They do notice.
I got scars to prove it.

That night at dinner,

I take a big gulp
of my iced tea,

and I swear, I...

It was like my insides
were on fire.

He just looked
at me and winked.

Didn't say a word.

So, now every year
on his birthday...

I could pound a few
with a guy like that.

He'd put up with you
if he was still around.

Shit.

I'm sorry.

He'd be fuckin' proud of you,
you know that?

(CHUCKLES)

So, you ever kill anyone?

What's your guess?

The way you fuck,
I guess, yes.

(LAUGHS)

You?

SOPHIE: In the courtroom?

Hell, yeah.

Mmm, I bet.

What about your colleagues?

The pretty boy, uh,
what's his deal?

-Scotty?
-Mmm-hmm.

He's a drama queen.

There's always
something with him.

Seemed like he was ready
to throw down tonight.

(LAUGHING)

His boss took over
some of his deals.

Oh, yeah?

Thinks he's being
sidelined so

he's pissed.

Kinda maybe deserved it.

-How is that?
-He got caught

cracking jokes
about the boss',

um,

untraditional relationship
with his housekeeper.

I don't even know,
what the hell does that mean?

Trust me,

you don't wanna know.

Come join me when you
get your legs under you.

Believe it or not,

I think you missed a spot.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, fuck.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Oh.

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

AJ? Hey, man.

This is Kelly.

WOMAN: All right, I'm gonna
do some restocking,

I'll be downstairs.

ETHAN: AJ!

(LAUGHING) Oh, Kelly!

Come here, AJ.
Come here, man.

Look at you, you look
like a fuckin' hippie.

AJ: Get over here!
Good to see you, man.

-Man, it's been a long time.
-Oh! How've you been?

-I'm good.
-You're lookin' good. Come on!

Let's get a drink.
Sit down, sit down, sit down.

-Nikki, vodka! Bring a bottle.
-NIKKI: You got it!

ETHAN: So, tell me.
How are you?

Oh, take a look around, fella.

Nasty snatch and
cum-stained carpets.

-I mean, this is
the life right here.
-Yeah.

You always were the dreamer.

Yeah, well, I guess
it's not that bad.

-At least I'm not getting
shot at anymore.
-Shit.

I've been home
for what, a day,

and I've already
heard more gunfire

than when I was
on my first tour.

Yeah, well, Chicago.

The Middle East
of the Midwest.

Yeah, it's hard to remember
why I left.

Cheers.

Cheers.

How are the boys?

The same.

-For the most part, yeah.
-Yeah, I bet.

Shit, man, I'm so
jealous of you guys,

startin' your own thing.

Being your own bosses.

Yeah, it's, uh,
it's been a real trip.

(STUTTERING) You guys
looking for another partner?

No, no, no.

No, I'm just fuckin'
with you, Kelly. Jesus.

Besides, I'd miss out
on all this.

-There's, there's something
that I need from you, AJ.
-Oh, yeah?

You still got
the connect on the
get-out-of-town package?

I mean, the passport, ID,
transport, all that shit?

Everything okay?

No, man I, I've,
I fucked up bad this time.

Fucked up.

I have some people that
I gotta get away from

and I mean, quick.

-Okay.
-I gotta disappear,
you got me?

(STUTTERING) Yeah, man, yeah.
I do, I just...

...never thought
I'd hear that from you.

Yeah, well...

Life works in funny ways.

Well, the neighborhood's
turned to shit.

(CHUCKLING)

It's not so bad.

So, when did you, uh...

Uh, just a few days ago.

-For good?
-ETHAN: No, no.

Did you, uh,
did you redo the porch?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, looks good.

Mom will like that.

-You think so?
-Yeah.

You know, um,

German still makes
the best bear claws in town.

I actually don't
have time, Dad.

Yeah, sure. (STUTTERING)

I know... I should, uh,
get to work anyway. Well...

There's a real conniption
if I'm late.

Hmm.

Okay.

(SNIFFS)

(PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING)

(EXHALES)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

May I help you?

-Mrs. Keeler?
-Mmm-hmm.

Agent Deakins, DEA.

This is Detective Finnegan
of the police.

They've been to see me?

Yes, they have.

I'm stricken with grief.

Well, we were separated.
He was an asshole.

Uh, do you mind if we
ask you some questions?

Knock yourself out.

Did your husband use drugs?

Coke, methamphetamine, heroin?

Probably, he was an asshole.

Did he associate with any
known gang members?

Yeah, he was an asshole.

Mrs. Keeler, any help
you could give us

would be greatly appreciated.

Um, I'm doing my best.

Does your husband
have any enemies?

Anyone with reason
to want him dead?

Same reason why I haven't
had an orgasm in 20 years.

'Cause he's an asshole, ma'am?

Yeah, you see?
This one gets it.

-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Oh.

Excuse me.

It's the asshole.

What?

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Hello?

RON KEELER:
Listen to me, I don't know
what kind of sick joke

you think this is, but
I didn't fucking die, okay?

Telling the whole world
that I fucking died in a...

Turns out
he wasn't in the car.

Asshole won't die
just to spite me.

-Um, Mr. Keeler.
-(RON TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

So this Adam Hutchings,
he was the guy in the car?

Uh-huh, I had Mahoney
put together a prelim on him.

Just got a couple of DUI
and a possession charge.

-Paints a pretty
clear picture, I think.
-Hmm.

Well, who the fuck
do I talk to about it?

Who the hell is that?

That? That's Ron Keeler.

The asshole.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You Hutchings?

Maybe.

Who are you?

(GRUNTING)

Why did Scott send you?

I'd leave Scott
the fuck alone, okay?

Scott didn't send shit.
I came on my own

to tell you to back
the fuck up! (GRUNTING)

How's that
working out for you?

Shit, man.

I'm just trying to look out
for my baby brother.

(GRUNTS)

Come here, come here.

Listen to me.

You tell Scott to come
meet me right now

or I'm going to his
fuckin' office, you hear me?

Now go call him.

Go call him right now.

Just have a seat
right there, please.

Thanks for comin' in
to help clear this up.

Yeah, sure.

Just came to pick up my Caddy.

Can I talk to
you two about that?

PATRICK:
Unfortunately, Dr. Keeler,

insurance is gonna
have to handle that.

The vehicle was toasted
in the accident.

Jesus, God damn it.

Fuckin' Adam.

You realize your
friend is dead.

He's my neighbor.

Yeah, yeah. Real shame.

So, if you two weren't close,
why did he have your car?

He had my keys.

Gave him 20 bucks to move it
while I was away,

for street cleaning.

I never said
he could drive it.

The guy was
a fuckin' alcoholic.

What am I, retarded?

Do you know what Mr. Hutchings
did for a living?

Uh, he's a reporter
or some shit?

A reporter?

Yeah, kinda. He was
one of those, uh,

conspiracy nut-jobs, you know?

Do you know of anyone who
might have wanted to hurt him?

(LAUGHING)

Half of Chicago, probably.

He's always spinning shit
about some backroom deals.

Dirty cops,
judges, politicos.

And what the fuck does this
have to do with my vehicle?

I know you're pissed at Marty
and I know that

you've been talking
to Adam Hutchings.

I need to know
what you gave him.

(EXHALES)

You're workin' for Marty.

Scott, if I tell him
what I know

you'll be shit-canned
at the end of the day.

I hope you polished
your resume, Councilor.

(EXHALES)

Hutchings found out
I got, uh, arrested.

For what?

Lewd conduct in
a public restroom.

(HESITATINGLY)
With, uh, with a guy.

Hmm, Scott,

I doubt anybody gives a shit

what gloryhole
you put your dick in.

Yeah, my wife and kids might.

So, you're saying Hutchings
was blackmailing you.

For what?

(SCOFFS)

I don't know.

He just wanted
to talk about some

real estate deal I closed.

Real estate?
I don't understand.

Neither did I, I mean,

I do like a thousand of these
for Marty every year.

Mmm-hmm.

Hutchings wanted to see
the closing document.

The, um,
Crown building on Douglas.

Yeah, what's so special about
the Crown building on Douglas?

Nothin'.

I mean, it's just another
shitty apartment in
a shitty neighborhood.

-Did you give him
the document?
-I gave him the finger.

This guy just kept hassling.

Finally, I mentioned
something to my brother
and then there was...

Isn't just me he's been
hounding, though.

What do you mean?

It means, Hutchings has been
talking to everyone
involved in that deal.

He's got shit on all of us.

(DOG BARKING)

(RINGS DOORBELL)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR CLICKING)

Can I help you?

Yeah, Harper Deakins, DEA.

Ethan Kelly, Citizen.

Do you live here?

No, no, but I'm assuming
you guys already know that.

You mind telling us
what you're doing here?

Uh, I'm waiting for Adam.

Do you have any idea
when he's coming back?

Probably will be a while.

Why don't you
come down to our office

and wait for Adam there?

No, I'm, I'm fine here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kelly,
but this house

is part of
a federal investigation

so we're gonna need you
to answer a few questions.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

Squirrel's back.

Huh?

Been giving
the Finches grief again.

Don't do that.

There's not a lot
of food around
this time of year.

The Finches depend
on the feeders for seed.

I'll get the pellet gun
after dinner.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

BETSY: Hello, Stein residence.

Yes.

Okay, just a moment.

Call for you.

I'm eating!

I think you're gonna
wanna take this.

He was doing a piece
on military contractors

and he wanted to interview me.

He said, uh,
if I'm running late,

just head around back
and let yourself in

and that's what I did.

When did you last
speak to him?

Uh, I believe, yesterday.

See, now I have
a problem with that,

seeing as he was
dead yesterday.

Well, I mean, it might have
been the day before.

I, I don't remember.

Adam Hutchings was
murdered, Mr. Kelly.

And now I find you
snooping around his house

with a thin reason
for being there.

I wasn't snooping,
I was waiting.

I mean, I opened
the door for you.

If I was trying to
hide something,
why would I do that?

Three tours, silver star,

honorable discharge.

So what have you been
doing after the military?

Just readjusting
to civilian life.

-That can't be easy.
-(CHUCKLES)

I make do.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Deakins?

Wrap it up.

-What?
-Just got a phone call
from upstairs.

You gotta let him go.

Who the fuck even
knows he's here?

Oh, I don't know,
I didn't ask.

Just cut him loose.

Hey, what the fuck
just happened?

I don't know.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Did you know he was dead
when you hired me?

You know, when I was
10 years old,

I was watching television
with the old man.

The news... Well, no,
I wasn't watching the news.

I was on the floor

trying to figure out
my brand new Slinky.

But the old man was watching,

and I remember hearing
the newscaster say

something about,

the state of Illinois
versus Packwood.

And I'm floored.
(STUTTERING) I'll tell you.

I'm thinking,
the state of Illinois!

What is that,
12, 13 million people

against one poor schmuck?

So, I, I ask the old man
and said,

"Pop, who's gonna
help this guy?"

And the old man shakes
his head and says,

"God, if he's lucky.

"A lawyer, if he's not."

(CHUCKLES)

I help people who have
run out of luck, Ethan.

No, I didn't know that
Adam Hutchings was dead

when I brought you on board.

Yeah, well, it's
a DEA agent back there

that thinks he was murdered.

You don't know
anything about that?

That's my old man's place.

I remember the day
he bought it.

He popped open
a cheap bottle of champagne.

Even let me have a sip.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

He and my mom
danced all night long

right there in aisle two.

My mom knocked over
a box of nails.

The old man says, "No.

"Leave it.

"Leave it.

"Tonight we celebrate,
tomorrow we work."

He died right there.

On aisle two, as it turns out.

Grabbed his heart,
fell right to the floor.

Careful not to knock over
another box of nails.

Developer tried
to buy this property

from the landlord,
but I outbid him.

So, I figured the old man
would appreciate that.

You still haven't
answered my question.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You're a smart kid, Ethan,

for crying out loud.

Use that Harvard brain
of yours and pick a side.

You can climb to the top
of the fuckin' Ziggurat
if you want.

Who knows, maybe
I can help you get there.

I'm gonna get a cab.

AJ. Yeah,
I'm on my way. All right.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

There he is!

Here's our boy. Come in.

Please.

Close the door.

Your passport
and the other stuff

AJ put together for you.

Come on, take it.

Get out of here.

-Listen, Roberts...
-(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)

No!

You wanna go?

Go.

I'll say goodbye
to your dad for you.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)