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Narrator:
Previously on rogue...

-What is this?
-Guns for product.

Are you telling me
marty stein is a drug dealer?

Stein ain't no dealer,
stein's a kingpin.

We need you to tell marlon
you know where
leo's hiding out.

I do?

We're gonna give you
an address where
we'll be waiting.

-What's this?
-Peace offering.

Her brother's about to walk in
into some sort of sting
operation with the feds

And said she was gonna
drag you down with him.

-Dea.
-Drop your weapon.

Drop your fucking weapon.

-We can stop this right now.
-It's too fucking late.

-Where is he?
-Fuck you!

Where...

(gasps)

Hello.

Oh. Oh, dear god.

What the fuck you doing? Hey!

Harper?

(theme song playing)

What the fuck is this?

Why do you have
hutchings' camera?

-What?
-Why did you have
hutchings' camera?

That's what this is about?
You couldn't just ask me?

Did you get it before
or after the murder?

I'm worried about you, I am.

I gotta take a piss.

I do. I really fucking do.

Why would you
withhold that from me?

(chuckles) I didn't know it
was hutchings' camera.

You didn't know it was
hutchings' camera?

I wanted to take some
sexy shots of lily,

You know, boudoir lingerie,
I don't fucking know,

So I go down to evidence
and I grab a camera,

And I didn't know
it was hutchings',
big fucking deal.

-It's lowry.
-Oh, what are
you gonna tell him?

-Jesus...
-Deakins.

-Did you run an op
outside the task force?
-I can explain.

Is finnegan with you?

-He's right next to me.
-Did he know about this?

-No.
-Listen, you get
your ass in here right now,

And bring him with you.

He's puking his guts out.

Something he ate.
I gotta take him home.

You didn't yell for help.

-What?
-When I was on with lowry.

If you had me
handcuffed to the handrail,

And you were on with my boss
and I had nothing to hide,

I'd be screaming
my fucking head off.

Hmm. Maybe I didn't scream
my fucking head off

Because I was trying to hide
from my boss that my partner
has gone fucking crazy.

But you didn't tell him
that I'm dirty, did you?

-So, maybe you
don't believe it.
-Gimme your phone.

-You're nuts.
-Gimme your fucking phone

Or I'm calling
lowry back right fucking now.

You're fucking...
You're nuts.

Where the fuck are you going?

You're done sabotaging
my investigation.

Patrick: Come on!

Fuck!

Officer:
Why didn't you call 911?

You keep asking me
these questions, man,

When you should be
out there trying to
find out who did this.

Sir, I'm gonna have to
ask you to calm down.

Listen, some motherfucker
killed my sister!

You're asking me to
calm the fuck down?

Calm down. Stop struggling.

Sir, stop struggling.

(gasps)

What's going on?

(sighs)

(clears throat)

(inhales deeply)

I took a shower.

In the middle
of the morning?

What happened, marty?

(cell phone rings)

Oh.

Marty stein.

Someone killed, um, talia.

I'm down at the
northwestern cpd.

(sighs)

Hello?

Marty?

(sighs) marlon, do not say
one fucking word
until I get there.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Bring my clothes too.

(sniffs)

Marty?

Talia's dead.

-Marty?
-Not now.

Ethan, I need to
see you right away.

(harper clears throat)

Door.

Do you have a problem
with my leadership, deakins?

No, sir.

Then why did you go
outside this task force

And run an op without
informing me?

I needed to act quickly.

You made me look like
I don't know what's going on
with my own agents.

I made you look good
by bringing in jason williams
on a conspiracy charge.

You are on thin ice, deakins.

Can I speak to him now?

He's waiting on
his public defender.

Where happened to his fancy
lake shore representation?

No one showed.

There's no evidence that
my client had any intent...

That's bullshit.

We have him breaking
down a door with
an m16 in his hands.

Where's my lawyer at?

How come I gotta
have this dumbfuck?

Yours didn't show up.

Harper: Marlon
gave you up, jason,

He's not gonna send
any fancy lawyers.

One person had that address...

Marlon. Provided by me.

That's game, set and match.

He set you up.

Marlon's not gonna
save you this time, son.

It's time to start
telling the truth.

Harper: You know who that is?

Nope.

What about him?

Nope.

Really? That's leo.
That's the guy you
were sent to kill.

He's already id'd you
as being there that night.

You remember your
little brother though, right?

We never found out
who did that to him.

I liked him.
He was a good kid.

He liked you.

He looked up to you.

He wasn't cut out for no gang.

Needed looking out for.

You should've
looked out for him.
He was your little brother.

-I looked out for him.
-No one cared about him.
No one fucking cared.

I cared. I did.
He was my brother.

Did you love him, jason?

Did you love him?

It's a simple question,
you don't need
a lawyer for this one.

-Did you love him or not?
-Yes, of course
I fucking loved him...

Someone found out he
was snitching, didn't they?

Someone inside the kings?

So, who took him down?

Was it cups?

It was cups, wasn't it?

Okay, but he didn't
order the hit, right?

That was marlon, wasn't it?

Had to come
from the top, right?

And here you are,
protecting him,

Protecting the man who
killed your little brother.

You gonna go
down for this, jason,

Or you gonna go down
for some bullshit notion

That you've gotta protect
the scumbag who ordered
your own brother

To be shot like a fucking dog?

Who ordered the hit on leo?

Who ordered the hit on leo?

Marlon dinard.

Where'd you get the m16?

Marlon has a storage locker.

(door opens)

I got a situation.
I need to know if you
are with me or you're not.

Well, it depends
on what it is.

Marlon is in custody
and talia's dead.

-I'm listening.
-I need to move some guns.

Lots of 'em.
More precisely,
you need you to move 'em,

M4s, m16s,
grenade launchers...
Lotta shit.

Marty stein,
the gun runner, huh?

I didn't see that one coming.

You wanted in my business?
That's my business.

Yeah, well,
I'm not interested.

I'm not a fucking courier,
get someone else to do it.

I believe, were it not for me
you'd be on your way
to a federal pen

As we speak.

You're sure you
wanna use that card?

-You only get one of them.
-I wanna use that card.

Okay. Where do I go?

Where you pick 'em up,
where you drop 'em off.

There's a union contact
on there,
he'll give you a truck.

Call me when you're done.

Deakins.

Jason's saying there's
a shitload of guns
in that locker,

The whole kings' stash.

We gotta move fast if we're
gonna get them off the street.

Talia freeman's dead.

-When? Uh...
-This morning.

Aunt came home from church,
saw marlon dinard
sitting there,

With her in a pool of blood.

Cpd has him over
at northwestern.

That's your second
cl in a month.

I know.

Ia's gonna wanna talk to you
and I can't have your back,

Because didn't think to
bring me in on the fucking op!

-I'm sorry.
-God damn it, deakins.

You make sure
they hold marlon.

He must've found
out she turned,
that's motive right there.

But right now,
we need to get
our hands on those guns.

(siren blares)

Hands in the air!
In the air, now.

Now!

Step away, mr. Kelly.

You're here for
another interview?

Let's check this out.

You better not be
talking to my client.

Busy morning, stein?

-Just the usual crap
from your office.
-Not this time.

Your client was found
at the crime scene, holding
the body of the victim.

Jesus christ, fred,
can you be more callous?

The body was his sister.

And then there's
the conspiracy charge.

Word just came down
from my counterpart
in the gang taskforce,

One of
mr. Dinard's associates,

A jason williams,

Has named him as
co-conspirator in a murder
attempt on a federal witness.

I'd would like a moment
alone with my client,
if you will?

What were you doing at
the storage locker, mr. Kelly?

I was moving
furniture for a friend.

-Your truck was empty.
-Oh, I was checking
the space out first.

You keep popping up
in my investigation
in the strangest ways.

Why is that?

I don't know, uh,
maybe you're not
very good at your job.

First,
at adam hutchings' house.

The same adam hutchings who
was harassing lawyers

At marty stein's firm,
the firm you work for.

That's a coincidence,
don't you think?

Then your face appears
on a fake passport at a
print shop run by the kings.

-Mmm.
-Coincidence number two.

And now this.

You add up
enough coincidences,

You got yourself
a class-a felony.

Am I under arrest,
special agent deakins?

-Does it matter?
-Excuse me?

You'd just make a call, have
someone get you out of here,

Like last time.

I didn't realize that's
the way it went down.

You see, I thought you
just came to your senses.

-You know what I think?
-Hmm?

I think marty stein got
you out of here that night.

-Well, that's a theory.
-Here's another...

Marty stein was involved in
the murder of adam hutchings.

Well, it sounds like
you should be
talking to mr. Stein.

You got a real set
of balls on you, I like that.

Well, I wish I could say
the same thing about you.

See? That's what
I'm talking about.

If we were at a bar,
and you asked if
you could buy me a drink,

I'd say,
"why don't you take a seat?"

Hmm. Well. Then who knows...

That's right. Who knows?

-Hmm. It could be interesting.
-That it could.

Unfortunately,
one of these days

All of these pieces
are gonna fit together

And they're gonna tell me
you're in this shit
up to your eyeballs.

And then I'm gonna nail you.

Agent deakins, we all have
our job to do, don't we?

If you're not arresting me,
I'm done helping you do yours.

-Sorry about your
friend, aj baldwin.
-Yeah.

It's a shame
what happened to him.

Well, he had a lotta issues.

But thanks.

It's good to see you again,
agent deakins.

Sorry about talia.

(sighs) hmm. Yeah.

Do you want to tell
me what happened?

I came round to aunt ruth's
for Sunday brunch,

And there she was
lying on the floor.

(sighs)

Did you see anyone?

Would I be sittin' here
right now if I saw sombody...

Okay, okay. Okay, marlon.

I know this is tough.

I need you to
just stay with me
and just stay calm.

Can you think of anyone
who might have done this?

Can you?

Marlon, if you want
me to help you...

Shit, man, you, man,
you know talia.

-She pissed people
the fuck off.
-Enough to kill her?

I got a lot of people
coming at me right now.

Could be the breeds,
looking for payback for ty.

But either fucking way,
when I find out,

Imma punish
the motherfuckers, man.

Let's just focus on
one thing at a time, aight?

I'm gonna get
you out of here. And...

(sighs)

-Is jason gonna hurt us?
-What?

-He knows about the guns?
-Yeah.

He knows about
the storage locker?

He's the one that
put 'em there, marty.

Okay. Just sit tight,
I'm gonna get you out of here.

I just need to
make a phone call.

-You got something more
pressing right now?
-Yes, I do.

I had someone
move those crates.

I gotta make sure
there was no trouble.

The guns ain't there, marty.

-What?
-I said the guns ain't there.
I sold 'em.

I'm sorry, what?

You sold my guns?

I traded them, more like.

It solved my supply issues,
so thanks for that.

Are you kidding me?

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

You sold them to who?

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

Hey, excuse me,

-I said I wanted a
moment with my client!
-Marlon dinard,

You're under arrest
for the murder

-Of talia freeman.
-This is a joke, right?

That's a sad...
That's very fucking funny.

-His aunt...
-That's very fucking funny!

Stein, his aunt
just informed us

She saw him hitting his
sister a few days ago,

Said their shit was
getting out of hand,

Said she was
frightened of him.

Do you know how quickly
I can get that dismissed?

You didn't let me finish.

The feds say ms. Freeman
was part of
a confidential operation,

In which your client
was the target.

-What the fuck are
you say about talia?
-We believe...

Fuck what you believe, man.

We believe that he found
out she was snitching.
That's motive for murder.

Marty, what the fuck
is he talking about?

-What the fuck are
you talking about...
-Get him out of here.

Marty, you better get the...

Get me the fuck
outta here, man!

Let's go.

(sighs)

(dialing)

You're sure you don't want
to keep him overnight?

I'll get him eventually.

I got in.
Pretty tight password.

-And?
-And there's nothing on it.

Oh.

-But I found a ghost.
-A ghost?

Yeah, that's something
someone's trying to delete.

I managed to restore it.
Well, partially, anyway.

-Thanks.
-Sure.

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?

-Can you state your name?
-Norma jean.

But you can call me marilyn.

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

Oh, my.

Now, and this
is very important,

When did you
start running guns?

Shit!

Docket number 387265.

The state of illinois vs.
Dinard, marlon, t.

Charge is murder,
first degree.

How do you plead?

-Not guilty.
-Remand, your honor.

Your honor,
my client sells chandeliers.

And in his free time,
he viciously
murdered the victim.

-I'm sorry, were you there?
-I saw the crime scene photos.

Oh, you saw the
crime scene photos?

Well, if you would
actually bother to go
to the crime scene

Instead of looking at
a few pictures
several hours after the fact,

You might have seen
my client's grieving,

His anguish, his shock
at finding the body.

It was his little baby sister,
for christ's sake.

-Mr. Stein.
-She was 29 years old.

Marty: My apologies,
your honor.

My point, mr. Dinard
was going to his
aunt ruthie's house

For his regular Sunday
brunch with his family.

He found the body of
his sister lying in
a pool of her own blood.

So aunt ruth saw
what happened?

She was at church, thank god.

Your honor, my...

Mr. Dinard is a fixture
of the community,

A small business owner,
turn of the century lighting.

You probably know it,
on ashland,
across from the chick-fil-a.

Nice touch.

He supports and takes care
of his elderly aunt.

-He funds numerous
local charities...
-If I may, your honor,

The defendant is currently
the subject of a federal
criminal investigation for,

Among other things,
conspiracy to murder,

Drug dealing
and money laundering.

And I was just about
to give you the key
to the city, mr. Dinard.

The defendant will be
held without bail.

(bangs gavel)

(sighs)

-Harper: That's not my gun.
-I am still impressed
every time it works.

No, diego took this
puppy off a cornerman
in the heights.

Although your guy
wins the trophy for
the best of the day,

'cause this,
special agent deakins,
is military surplus.

-Our military?
-Yeah, from the
delaware armory.

It was sold by the us
military along with
lots of its friends to,

You guessed it,
the chicago pd.

-What the fuck?
-Yeah, that's what I thought.

I got crate numbers,
shipment dates, etc., etc.

Looks like you guys could
take on the third reich.

Yeah, I took two in the
leg back in 2012.

That's why they stuck me here.

It's not exciting work,
but at least no one's
shooting at me, right?

Oh, here you go.

Forty crates left
dover, Tuesday.

Forty arrived here, Wednesday.

-Can I see them?
-Yeah, they are
right over there.

Do you guys get
a lot of military surplus?

Oh, yeah, guns,
grenades, rpgs.

Costs the city half of what
the feds pay for 'em.

(chuckles) yeah, you gotta
love those accelerated
troop drawdowns, huh?

That's all from uncle sam.

Mmm-hmm. You know,
we check the first 10
crates off the truck,

Mark 'em with a red dot.
Standard procedure.

I need to see the others.

Yeah, uh, evans, rigby,
bring the rest in
for inspection, please.

Great.

(sighs)

Great.

Be my guest.

Here you go.

-All good?
-Yeah.

That's good. Got it.

(grunts) there she goes.

Looks like you guys need to
update your procedure.

(grunts)

I want the man who
signed for the these.

In two years, I get my 20.

No one has ever
accused me of shit.

Everyone gets the
cherry popped eventually.

The thing is,
officer vitorelli,

18 years on the job
and you still haven't
got past officer.

Why is that?

(chuckles) eat me.

Maybe next time. (chuckles)

Right now, I wanna know why
a crate of military m16s
left dover, delaware,

Weighing 322 pounds
and arrived at the
cpd armory weighing 314.

Or why on June 14,
a crate of rpgs started
out at 379 pounds

And arrived at 376.

I mean, I can go on.

I've got a list of about
20 just like that
in the last year.

Well, how the fuck
should I know?

Because for the last two
of your almost 20
you were paid to know.

You signed for
every questionable delivery.

I don't need this shit.

You walk out that door,
you're gonna be in cuffs

And sent to
metropolitan correctional

Faster than you can say,
"supplying military weapons
to gang members."

I don't know anything
about any gangs.

Well, you have a lot
of blood on your hands.

You can either talk to me
or you can talk to a judge.

If you talk to me,
maybe you don't
have to talk to a judge.

All I know is that this guy
comes to me

And says that he'll give me
1,000 bucks a shot

If I move the crates that
they marked out of
the bottom of the pile

Before the bosses
make their checks.

Make sure they
don't get opened.

And you didn't ask why?

A name?

You gotta know
who's paying you.

It was a different guy
almost every time.

There's a guy
driving the truck.

-J. Till shipping?
-That's it.

Whaddya got?

Guns were transported by
a private shipping company

And taken somewhere between
dover and chicago.

Well, that narrows it down.

(sighs) the trucking company
was called j. Till shipping.

So?

So after we cut through
all the corporate
shell game bullshit,

One of the owners
of the crown building
was a jackie till.

The kings were using
the crown building to
launder drug money.

Maybe this jackie till
connects the guns
and the drugs?

I don't know,
maybe she's the brains behind
this whole damn thing.

Fucking patrick.

He was supposed to
get me an address for till.

I swear to god,
sometimes that boy is useless.

No physical address for till
or the shipping company.

Okay, well, you call guthrie.
She'll get you an address.

And deakins,
you will keep me
informed on this.

(sighs)

-Ethan: Did you
set me up, marty?
-Jesus!

Jesus christ,
you scared the fucking
shit out of me.

Did you set me up, marty?

(stammers) no, I didn't.
Hold on.

I could fucking kill
you right now.

-I didn't set...
-I...

I just spent three hours in
a federal task force

Being questioned about
weapons that I got
no fucking idea about.

All right, that explains it,
I've been calling you
for the last two...

No, I didn't set you up!

One of marlon's boys rolled
over on the storage locker.
Think for a second!

Why the fuck
would I set you up?

I need you!

Two days ago, I got
out of federal prison
with a clean slate

And you just put me
back on the radar.

Yes, you and me both.

Why would I do that?

Fucking marlon has
fucked up everything.

I got just a...

All right,
that's my responsibility,
and I am sorry.

I am going to
make this up to you.

-Yes, you will.
-(sighs)

Why're you running guns to
some lowlife steet gang?

(sighs) they don't get
to keep them.

They're my delivery boys.
They're just a
means to an end.

They were supposed to be.

Look.

You wanna work with me,
I wanna work with you.

It's time for the big picture.
Let me just ask you something.

Why did you leave
harvard after 9/11?

Why did you sign up?

You already know the answer
to that question.

Just humor me for
half a second, will ya?

You said you wanted all this?

You coulda had
it threefold by now.

You altered the path
of your life, why?

Because I love my country,

And I wanted to save the
people that live in it.

I love my country too.
Maybe too much.

After 9/11, I would've
followed you
to the recruitment tent,

But they don't take
bald guys with paunches.

But lemme ask you this,
where are we now
after all this time?

All the sacrifice.
Your sacrifice.

It's a fuckin' mess!

Iraq, afghanistan,
it's a free for all.

We don't even know
who to support anymore!

Tribal alliances, right,
they bet the roller
with the hot dice.

Butterfly in havana.
It's a fucking
shitstorm over there.

You still haven't answered my
question about the guns in
the streets of chicago.

The guns are not
gonna stay in chicago.

There's a big cyclorama behind
my little game here, ethan.

And big, big money to boot.

This isn't the cold
war anymore baby,
this is the hot one.

You've seen it firsthand.
Fanatics and fundamentalists.

It's a holy war
to end all wars.

From the ayatollah to
bin laden and now
the shit has spread.

Sunnis and shias,
muslims and christians,
persians and arabs,

Jews and everybody else

And they'll be shooting at
each other for the
next 30 years.

It's small arms warfare
from here to eternity
and I want in on that fun.

-So, you're running guns
into a holy war, is that it?
-Yeah, that's right.

The kurds, for now.

They're fierce
but under-armed.

And, for now,
they're on our side.

Balance of power.

Protects the long game.
Keeps the peace.

Whatever semblance of
peace we can grab onto.

That's my play.

How can I help?
I'm a businessman.

Supply and demand.
Supply the low side
and keep 'em honest.

It's as old as
khrushchev's shoe.

Have you lost your mind?

I certainly fucking hope so,
like thomas paine.

Let me make something
very clear to you, marty.

I'm not interested in your
little charlie wilson war.

Really?

Huh.

I don't get it,
money, money, money, money.

Money makes the
world go round.

As has been
said in life and art,

"it's business, sonny,
just business."

I don't like it.

I don't like it either.

But business says otherwise.

You love your country?
So do I.

Protect our
national interests.

Oil makes the world go round
and bullets are flying
in the jet stream.

Seventy years, we've invested
in saudi arabia, iraq,
kuwait, israel,

Schools, factories, highways.

We've built cities
out of sand.

We conquered and colonized,
stamped, paid in full.

The global empire, baby.

Love it or leave it.

Okay. Where are the guns?

(sighs)

The los almas muerto cartel.

Well, good luck with that.

Oh, my god.
Ethan, ethan, ethan.

Man, did I have
you pegged wrong?

(sighs)

They got me behind
the eight ball.

I want those guns back.

And I can't get
'em without you.

We did this right,
we could've been in business

Until you've got
great grandkids.

What's in it for me, marty?

What are you thinking?

A lotta commas
and a lotta zeros.

I was thinking percentage.

-Partners?
-Partners.

Not partners.

I'm an independent contractor.
Understood?

(sighs)

Understood.
Commas and zeros it is.

How's this?

It's a start.

Harper: Lowry, guthrie gave me
an address for jackie till.

Um...

It's not making sense.

I'll call you when
I have something.

Right this way.

Jackie, my love.

I've a visitor for you.

Hello, miss till.

I'm harper deakins.

I'd like ask you a few
questions about
the crown building,

If that's okay?

Oh, she's not very talkative.

Although, you should hear her
when we have pancakes.

Blueberry pancakes.

Tomorrow, sweetie.

The dance.
I can't be late.
Teddy doesn't like to wait.

-How long has she been here?
-About two years.

-Really?
-Why, is there
something wrong?

She bought a
building last year.

(chuckles) you must have
the wrong jackie till.

My red dress.

It gets teddy all hot.

Sure it does, sweetie.

Does she ever
get any visitors?

Her son comes by once a week.

Sometimes these help
them remember.

Here. That's him.

Nice fellah.

There was also
some skinny guy

Who came by,
wanted to talk to her,

Said he was making a movie.

Pleasant young man.

Adam hutchings?

I don't know,
I don't remember his name.

Thanks.

-Man: Which one
of you is stein?
-That would be me.

Well, mr. Stein,
you have quite a set
of balls on you.

I do walk with a limp.

Who's he?

This would be my associate.

You need two people
to ask a question?

You need three to answer one?

(chuckles)

Shit, you must be
a good lawyer.

The guns marlon gave you...

He didn't give me anything.

The guns marlon
bartered for drugs.
I want them back.

I'll give you the street
value of the drugs.

I already have a lot
of money, mr. Stein.

Well, you wouldn't be here
if you didn't want more.

I'll double the price.

Don't you read?

Money is the root of all evil.

Those guns,
that's something special.

Well, then we have
a little bit a situation here.

You want to keep the guns
and I'm not leaving until
I get them back.

(chuckles)

That is a situation.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the fuck?

I thought we could
figure this out like...

You know what?
Go ahead and shoot him.

(groans)

Let me see your fucking hands!

Let me see 'em!

(man groans)

Don't you fucking move!

Don't fucking move!

(sighs)
now...

Can we negotiate
like proper businessmen?

I can't get you
your drugs back,

Obviously, 'cause they're
already out on the street.

You don't want money.

You just bought yourself
a war with the nastiest
fuckers you'll ever see.

Well, then, maybe we oughta
shoot this piece of shit.

Go ahead, kill me.
You'll be dead by tomorrow.

Can we please stop
acting like eight year olds?

Look, you don't want money,
I can't get you drugs.

But there is something
I can get you,

Something you
cannot get for yourself,

Something you truly
need if you wanna
succeed in america.

And what's that?

A United States senator.

You never know when one
might come in handy,

Especially in
your line of work.

You get a senator,
you get a judge,
you get power.

And then you are
truly protected.

Just like home.

And you can do that?

You know bob richmond?
He's about to become
a us senator

-From the state of illinois.
-Yes, of course.

-(phone rings)
-robert richmond speaking.

-Bob.
-Marty.

Bob, how you doing?

I'm good, marty,
polls are up three points
as of this morning.

Well, that's great, bob.
Listen, I am representing
a new interest group.

Uh huh.

And we would certainly
like to know that
we have your support

When you go to washington.

I'd be glad to help, marty.

Well, that's great, bob,
thank you very much.

Yeah.
Still up for poker Friday?

Yeah, bob, I'm...
I'll see you Friday.

(sighs)

If I don't deliver on my word,

I'm sure you can
find out where I live.

Do we have a deal?

Sorry about your guy.

About fucking time.
My ass is numb,
I peed onto...

(grunts)
god.

Jackie till is your
fucking mother?

Hutchings knew about the guns,

Didn't he?

That's why he was murdered.

What guns?

No, do not bullshit
me now, patrick.

Tell me about the
military weapons that you and
your friends were ripping off.

I swear, I don't know any...

Jesus!

Do not fucking push me.

I'm calling lowry
right fucking now

And I'm telling him
you're in the shit
up to your neck.

(phone ringing)

So, did you find
j. Till shipping?

Yeah, actually, sir,
about that...

-Okay, okay.
-Well, what is it, deakins?
Spit it out.

I gotta call you back.

Tell me everything.

Fuck.

I don't know,
four, five years ago,

I'm sitting alone
in my cruiser,
two or three in the morning.

This fucking asshole
in a navigator

Flies by on michigan,
doing 120.

Now, normally,
I don't give dick
about speeding tickets.

Probably just some
fucking dude rushing home
to get home to get laid,

But this guy just kinda
fucking pissed me off,
you know?

I mean, the arrogance
of flying by a cruiser
on michigan, doing 120?

So, lights, sirens, the works.

I pull him over,
and I am expecting a fight,
you know how it is.

But this guy,

This guy,

He apologizes to me.

Can you believe that?

No excuses.

No babe in the car.

Nothing.

He says
he just likes to drive fast.

And he knows michigan,
at 3 a.M., is empty.

I write him a ticket.

He thanks me, he drives off.

This guy,

Marty stein.

Two days later,
I get bulls tickets
sent to the station.

Floor fucking seats.

No strings.

A week after that
he takes me to alinea.

Meal cost two grand.

-Just the two of us.
-What did he want?

Nothing.
We talked hoops all night.

And it goes on and on
like this.

We have a ballgame, a meal,

10th row springsteen tickets,
whatever.

He didn't want anything?

He says he admires
first responders,

And he wants to show
his appreciation.

-And you believed him?
-The guy's a lawyer, deaks.

He's a great one.

He lies for a living.

And a couple months
after that, he calls me
over to his house.

His housekeeper,
she's got these
speeding tickets.

I've done worse
for my cousin brian.
He's an asshole.

Then, a few more months
after that,

It's a Sunday, cubs-dodgers.

We're sitting so close
I can smell the pine tar.

He asked me about
a detective in my precinct.

What kind of guy he is?

Does he drink?

Does he play around?
Shit, we all do.

After we go for beers,

And I open up to him.

I mean, we're
fucking buddies, right?

I tell him about my mom.

You didn't tell me about her.

She was in the state hospital.

It was like cuckoo's nest.

Worse.

They let these people
shit themselves.

They clean it up next Tuesday.

This is my mom, harper.

Marty says, "fuck that."

"I'll take care of it."
next day she is
in this private joint,

Round-the-clock nurses.

So, yeah, maybe
he started asking
for some more, for, like,

Warrants and stuff,
but the guy is paying
my mom's bills.

He's the one that got me
assigned to task force.

Fuck.

All I had to do was
keep him informed
about the kings.

If we were planning a bust,

-When, where, shit like that.
-Shit like that?

Jesus christ, paddy.

None of this
ever bothered you?

I didn't think about it.

No, you chose not to.

Did you know about hutchings?

Hutchings stole some file
from marty's firm.

Marty says,
"go get the file."

You know, clean house,
make sure nothing's there

That attaches
hutchings to marty.

And that's when
you took the camera?

I swear to god, I didn't know
they were gonna kill him.

Yeah, you did.

You're a detective.
You sure as shit fucking knew,

And then you went around
telling marty stein every
fucking thing I was thinking.

-Only what he asked me.
-Fuck you, patrick.

Did you know about the guns?

I swear on my life,
I swear on my mother's life,

I know nothing about the guns.

I turn you in,
I get marty stein.

Yup.

You turn me in
and my mom's on the streets.

You turn me in and
I go to jail, and I am dead
within a week.

You know that, deaks.

I'm begging you.

I didn't know shit
about the guns.

It's me, harper.

Please.

You're going to make
yourself crazy.

That's the real leader
of the 13th street kings.

Marty stein.

Check that,
you already are crazy.

Marty stein is using the kings
to steal us military weapons
en route to chicago pd.

Adam hutchings found out.

He was about to
blow the whistle,
marty stein had him killed.

There's nothing on that board
directly connecting
marty stein to any of this.

-There's talia.
-Like I said, nothing.

His firm did the closing deal
on the crown building,

They represent marlon dinard
and employ ethan kelly.

Makes for a good story.
Doesn't do shit in court.

What if I could prove
marty stein

Is connected to
j. Till shipping.

Then, maybe,
you have something.

Can you connect them?

-Yes.
-How?

Deakins?

Sir?

Can you connect stein
to j. Till shipping?

No, sir, not yet.

Okay, then.

But you wanna take
a shot at marty stein,

You better not miss.

In the meantime, you need to
finish up your paperwork
on jason williams.

Thirty hours.

Is working with you
always gonna be
this boring?

Only on days ending in "y."

You all right?

What are you, a shrink now?

I've been called worse.

As hemingway said,

"if it feels good, afterwards,
it's moral."

Well, then we should
be celebrating.

Stein's first rule.

Never celebrate
when someone's pointing
the gun right at your balls.

Who's pointing the gun?

Mr. Marlon dinard.

I thought you guys were tight?

Marlon wouldn't be
the first dog
to bite his master.

He knows way too much
about my business.

Well, keep him happy,
use the marty magic
to get him off.

Maybe that scares me
even more.

Why is that?

You know what, fuck it.

We should celebrate.
Let's get the good stuff.

I did okay.

-We got my guns back.
-Yeah.

Thank you.

"a man of the law
belongs to the law,

"and that places him
beyond judgment."

You read my kafka?

That's you, isn't it?

No one is beyond judgment,
I'm afraid.

Yeah, but you been
pretty good at evading it.

So, what are you going to do
with the money I gave you?

You mean, the money I earned?

You still wanna work for me?

I dunno, I was thinking about
starting my own firm.

Maybe getting back into
the intelligence business.

Who knows,

Maybe you'd be
my first client?

Fucking harvard.

10:00.

-Talia: ...Family.
-Marty: What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Talia: The fuck do you know
about family?

-Marty: Where is he?
-You're a loner,
and that means...

-Marty: Where is he?
-And you stick your fucking
nose in everybody's business.

And you destroy everything
you touch.

Marty: We can stop this,
you know that?

-We can stop this right now.
-Talia: It's too fucking late.

-So, I'll be in cuffs,
right now.
-Where is he?

-Talia: And you're
about to join me.
-Where is he?

-Talia: Fuck you.
(thudding)
-where...

(thudding)

Harper: Oh, my god.

You can't talk to me
without a lawyer.

Your lawyer, marty stein,
is exactly what I need
to talk to you about.

Listen.