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Previously on Rogue...

Cheat never partied alone.

You need to find out who was here with him.

Yeah, if they're still alive.

No, I don't think that's Sarah.

Who else knew about the money?

Maybe Cheat flashed
some cash to some hooker.

What, she kills him and
makes it look like an OD?

That doesn't explain the bullet holes.

Now that's Sarah.

So whoever came late to the party...

They find her,

and all hell breaks loose.

Kendra Willis.

Her DNA was all over Cheat's body.

- Yeah, I knew it.
- Yeah, I'm going to pick her up.

There's more. The blood by
the water... it's Sarah's.

Kendra's dead.

You sure it was an execution?

- Yeah.
- Then it is Massoud, no doubt about it.

Why don't you move your
families. Put them in a hotel.

- Downtown, somewhere safe.
- That was my source at the Pentagon.

Ethan Kelly and his buddies
were working private security

based out of Karachi, Pakistan.

We have to send someone in.

Will you do it?

You want to find Sarah?

You go in after her.

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And that was some smooth groove
for you there, Carson City.

It's going to be a warm 71 degrees
down down here in Eagle Valley.

And if you're lucky enough to take the day
off, you just head out on to the Lincoln...

Hey!

Hey!

Why do you keep coming around here?

Stop! Stop!

I want to talk to you!

I've never seen someone reach
for a light switch so fast.

Oh yeah? That's right, I forgot
that 9 in your belt was ornamental.

It's been 6 days.

You think I moved my family into a hotel

because I like finding
strange hairs on my pillow?

Just to be clear, your working theory
is that he tracked us from a desert,

clear across the world to San Fransisco.

But that we really gave him the slip

by moving them into a Days
Inn, 10 minutes down the road.

What, are you saying that I'm paranoid?

No. I'm saying is that if it was Massoud,

we'd be cold by now.

6 It's not him.6 Right.

Well either way, that money's
been out there for 6 days.

Somebody's going to start spending

and the second they do
those treasury servers

- go for our neck.
- Stop saying that shit man.

Just stop saying that.

- Ray, you're scaring Spud.
- Yeah, Ray, you're scaring Spud.

Well you should be fucking scared.

As long as that money's
out there we're exposed.

Okay.

- Do you have any suggestions?
- Yeah, we get the motherfucker that did Cheat.

We don't know who killed Cheat.

Fine, fine. We find out
where the cash is flagging.

That gets us the
motherfucker that did Cheat

and we bury him in the goddamn dirt.

Nobody's burying any body.

Not with San Francisco's
finest on our asses, Ray.

We need to be careful, you hear me?

Oh yeah? Now who's scared?

- Do you guys want coffee?
- Yeah, look.

It's very simple, Raymond.

We don't have enough clean cash

to service the contracts
that we have right now.

We need new business.

- Business?
- Yeah.

How can you think of business right now?

You know that if the tables
were turned and it was you,

rotting away in a box 6 feet under

Cheat would rain hellfire down on
this city to find the guy that did it.

If we don't get new business we go under.

And then all of this

is for shit.

Fine. Then let Spud decide.

- What?
- What?

Grow a set, pick a side.

- There are no fucking sides.
- There are sides.

There are precisely 2 sides.

Business as usual or sweet,

retributive justice.

This is ridiculous.

Man my heart's beating so fast right now.

Spud?

I think that we should... we
have to go after the money.

Fine.

I'll get a contract, so
your families don't starve.

Oh. You scared me.

Sorry.

Look, I know that you're going
to take this the wrong way,

but no one would blame you
if you sat this one out.

Well that's very kind of no one.

She's gone, Travis.

Well I'm glad you cleared that up.

Jesus!

You have no idea what a
friend looks like, do you?

You can't burn down the world every
time it deals you a shitty hand.

You're referring to my son's
murder as a shitty hand?

If you're going to do this

I need you focused.

Do I look unfocused to you?

No.

You look exactly like I
did a couple of years ago.

A guy in Cleveland

was strangling stay-at-home moms
to death while the kids watched.

Three deep before it came to me.

And I caught that son of a bitch.

But while I was soaking up the win...

Two more bodies turned up.

So...

I know what it's like to feel responsible.

To take it personally.

I got the wrong man.

And those women's deaths are on me now.

Don't do this for Sarah.

Because she's just another
mission casualty right?

No.

Because in my experience,

dead people are really
bad at giving forgiveness.

Hi.

Uh, Tom's in the den.

You want to come in?

Great.

Thank you, Shelly.

- Here.
- Thank you.

The Belushi's want us for six

and we still have to stop for the keesh.

So a...

Mm-hmm. OK.

So, what's up?

I might need you to take Evie for a while.

OK. Yeah, sure. No problem.

Do you remember...

You remember my UC? I told you about her.

- Sarah?
- Yeah.

Yeah sure, the $20 sandwich, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So there's a problem.

There was a complication.

But you're alright?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm being ridiculous.

And you have a keesh to get to...

Is she dead?

Yeah. Yeah, we think so.

Well I'm sorry to hear
that. That's terrible.

And they want me to go back undercover.

Try to find out what happened to her.

Ah...

OK, so what a... what'd you tell them?

Nothing. I'm still thinking about it.

You're going to talk to Evie though.

Yeah.

Course, I'm going to talk to her tonight.

Grace.

She's never going to say anything, so I am.

She has loved these
last few months with you.

And all I'm saying...

is, maybe it's someone else's turn.

I'm responsible, Tommy.

Somehow, I doubt that.

Golubovic, Harriet.

Next.

Hamm, Nickolas Barbara.

Next.

Nice cravat, though.

What are you robbing me?

Only of your clutter, dear.

Honestly, I don't know
how you live in this place.

Well, it is certainly getting harder.

And I thought it'd be good for you
to do something nice for others,

once in a while.

- And it's good for the soul.
- Please, just stop it.

- Mother.
- What's the matter?

It's been exciting, having you here...

But I may have to go away
for a while. For work.

And I'm sure Marty can't wait to
have you back all to himself, so...

- Work?
- Yeah, for a while.

What about Evie?

- She's going to stay with Tom.
- No, that's not what I meant.

You made her a promise.

- I'm sorry.
- I don't think you are.

You made her a promise and now
you're breaking that promise.

How can you do that to her?

Do what? I'm not doing anything.

That's ridiculous.

The last time you left
your family for work...

Sam died.

Why would you ever do that to them again?

Are you really that selfish?

- That's enough.
- Are they coercing you?

Threatening you?

Are they making you do this?

You don't understand,
I have a responsibility.

To your daughter.

And what the hell would
you know about that?

Mmm?

Nothing, Grace.

I know nothing about it.

Yes, sir.

Understood.

Hey, I think I found some
workable options for Travis.

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

What are you talking about?

The DoD.

We're talking about the details
of this classified investigation.

That you leaked.

- to an unauthorized contact at the DoD.
- I didn't leak details, I made an inquiry.

Yeah, without my permission!

Without your permission?

So that's what this is about?
You want to measure dicks?

Do you have any idea of
the shit storm you caused?

No, Elliot. I have no fucking
idea of the shit storm I've caused

because you don't tell me a damn thing!

And why the hell does the DoD care
about laundered money in San Fran?

Okay, I am not going to repeat myself.

Alright?

You know what I know.

But now my boss has the
undersecretary on his jock

and I look like the asshole who
can't keep his people in line.

I can't tell you how much I don't
care if you look like an asshole.

This is the last time we
have this conversation.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Crystal.

And you can stop looking
for Travis's handler.

You found someone?

Elliot?

I decided to keep it in-house.

Oh no. I'm am not a handler.

Don't worry, I'll be around more.

Oh, to keep an eye on me.

Well maybe if someone had
kept an eye on you in Cleveland

you wouldn't be in this
situation right now.

There'd certainly be a few
less bodies in the ground.

What?

What?

You've been staring at me all night.

Either you're really
afraid of zombies or you're

too chicken to ask me if
I'm having sex with Billy.

No, I what... Wait. Are you?

Oh, yeah. He totally rocks
my world. Want the deets?

Oh, Evie.

Mom.

No. I wasn't...

But I... I did...

I did want to, um...

to tell you how much I've enjoyed
these last few months with you.

Obviously.

I'm delightful.

Kind of.

I swear to God I'd rather just
split for Tijuana at this point.

Next.

Chisari, Julian Bates.

What?

Come take a look.

I'm not getting up.

Assistant U.S. Attorney...

out of San Fran,

taking a run at a counsel
seat, that could be interesting.

OK, I don't know if you missed the
point of the exercise, fucktard,

but I thought we were tracking
the money as a means of

avoiding the need for a lawyer.

He worked a case for the
Treasury in the past year.

- Two cases.
- OK. Let me see that.

Come on. Shift!

Maybe you think we can find someone better.

Huh, fucktard?

Well, at least have a nectarine.

Are you insane? It has twice
the calories of a peach.

That can't possibly be true.

Not everyone has your metabolism.

Evie, honey. You gotta eat something.

I'll grab an espresso on the way out.

Two seconds, I can make you a waffle.

You're being weird.

Just... just wait.

- Fine, give me the nectarine.
- No.

No, I need to talk to you about work.

It's fine. Grandma already did it.

What?

I'm 16. It's not that big of a deal.

Plus, Grandma's here to
buy me beer if I need it.

Joke. It's a joke.

I already talked to your dad

and I think I would feel
better if you stayed with him.

And do you care how I feel?

- Of course I care.
- Mom, I just got used to it here.

My friends are here. My school is here.

Billy's here.

Just another adult to help supervise me.

- That's not funny.
- It'll be fine, Grace.

I think I remember how to appropriately
ruin the fun of a 16-year old girl.

And eat your breakfast.

Real men don't go for that

super skinny look.

Come on.

Ugh! Fine.

I'm going to leave my emergency
number on the refrigerator,

so if there's a problem, then you call...

Then they will text my cover phone.

And it says your data plan's
out of date. Yeah, yeah.

It's not my first rodeo.

Thanks, mom. You're the best.

- I love you.
- I love you too!

OK. I don't think waitress is an option.

What if I was an accountant with
a specialty in money laundering?

- That's it.
- You think?

That's officially the worst
idea you've had all day.

OK. These have to be the most
boring criminals I've ever seen.

Corporate intelligence,
security consulting.

Four bodies in two weeks?

Well, I would start offing bodies too,

if my job was running background checks

on medical equipment supply companies.

Swat Valley. Military
intelligence. Drugs and money.

Tell me one more time,
this is not terrorism.

It's not terrorism.

Would you even know if it was?

We're looking for a money source.

How hard can it be? Pretend
it's your ex-husband.

Jesus Christ! Would you two
just go fuck each other already?

Well you might as well
put our divers on standby

so they can fish my body out of
the bay when Ethan Kelly makes me.

I still think we stick with hooker.

All this guy does is watch and
analyze people for a living.

He's a walking bullshit meter.

They've got a pitch coming up at AFG Labs.

What's that?

Um, a pharmaceutical company.

- Well who runs it?
- President is Jack Merrimer.

VP, Nate Schembre.

Well, maybe we could use them.

Looks like our boys are down a man.

Maybe they could use a new driver.

OK. Kelly ran human intel in
the military for four years,

and he vets people for a living. He's
gonna see through any cover we throw at him.

So maybe we could use
that to our advantage.

- Hi.
- Thank you.

- It's good to see you.
- See you then.

Nate Schembre?

You are Nate Schembre, yeah?

You played for Michigan, tight-end, '05?

Yeah.

- Ethan Kelly man, good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Didn't you guys go to the
national championship game?

Yeah, we did. We lost.

I'm sorry man, I actually
had money on you guys.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Sorry about that.

- You play?
- Yeah, Harvard.

Man, I broke so many fingers,
catching hot rods across the middle...

By the end of the season, I
mean my hands were like mitts.

Every time the temperature drops, my
knuckles look like a noodle squirming.

- Cheers!
- Yeah, man. You as well.

So, what about now?

- What's your racket?
- Hey.

Well, I actually run a
private security business.

Excelsior Intelligence.

You?

Pharmaceuticals. AFG Labs.

No shit. I think I have a
meeting with your boss, uh...

What is it? 12:30 on Tuesday.

What?

Nothing, uh...

It's a "fuck off" meeting.

I'm sorry?

Jack's had a standing
1:00 lunch reservation

at Monte Bianco since before I signed up.

Hasn't missed a saltimbocca in a decade.

Well, I guess I'll have to be more
impressive than prosciutto-lined veal.

Yes, you will.

- Jesus!
- Damn. Did I... I'm so...

- I got it all over your shirt. That is...
- No, it's...

You know what, let's just
put this right down here.

It's fine.

- Look-it, that is a disaster.
- Yeah, look at that.

I'll bet they have a spare one in the back.

Why don't I go ask them. You are so cute.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Yeah.

- You don't go any where.
- Alright, I'll be here.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- Pleasure to meet you.

Good night.

Well, you're no hooker.

Johnny Hooker?

Robert Redford? The Sting.

Yeah, I'm more of a Paul Newman type.

Hmm, I bet.

Hold on.

You give me the wallet...

And you leave.

And I don't call the cops.

Now, you're not as much fun as
that goofy red hair makes you look.

And you're not as charming as the pseudo
southern accent makes you sound, honey.

And where does that leave us, Sugar?

Oh, I guess a little tired and irritated.

I'm sorry, that's not my idea of a party.

You sure you know what to do
in this situation, handsome?

How was that?

Unsatisfying.

Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

I think you dropped that.

- Thanks.
- You got it. Have a good night.

Chisari has a week spot for this site.

I'm telling you. This is our way in.

Did you ever think you were gay?

What?

You know, in high school...

When the girls wouldn't
pay attention to you,

start thinking maybe
it's something different?

No. Never thought that.

Right. Good, good. Me neither.

We got a request from Chisari.

I've been standing outside for 15 minutes.

Find someone who can find my car for me.

I'm sorry, sir. Your
wife redeemed the ticket.

My wife!?

My wife is in Trinidad with my brother!

And the vindictive bitch that she is,

I really doubt she came back
her just to steal my fucking car!

Is there a problem, sir?

Yeah, yeah. There's a problem.

There's a huge car-sized problem.

I run security, so maybe there's
something I can help you with.

Well, you can help me find my car!

Hey Eth, what's up?

Hey you got a second? I need you
to borrow some satellites for me.

Yeah, sure. What you got?

I'm looking for a black '68
Mustang aftermarket GPS rig.

License plate is 3 Juliet Tango.

Nah.

We ain't seen nothing like that here.

Well it was probably a couple of hours ago.

Maybe one of your guys knows something.

It's just me and Smootch
here, grinding it out.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

- Hey yo, Smootch?
- Yeah, what?

Opie over here is searching for a vehicle.

Of alleged prolonged acquirement.

You know anything about that?

'86 Stang? Black?

- Yeah.
- Tan, leather seats?

Brought in by some Zo�
Saldana-looking thing?

Yeah, that's right.

No, I ain't seen nothing like that.

There it be, Opie.

Where to?

Couple hundred dollars, you tell me
the last cab that came to this address?

And where it was going.

Well look at you, Cracker Jack.

Did you miss me?

Like a UTI.

- How much did you get for it?
- Nothing.

I just like driving them into the
bay and watching them sink, you know?

'68 390 GT Fastback.
I'm guessing about 110.

But Fig and Smootch aren't really
running an auction house, now are they?

So what? 50? Maybe 55?

Please!

A vortech v1 blower and a Paxton hat,

aluminum valve covers and intake,

original AK dash tach, 5
spoke Intra 17 inch wheels?

Damn!

How can you see a classic
like that in pieces?

Yeah, wait til I start rattlin'
off the product codes, precious...

You know McQueen used to drive that car.
You should show a little bit of respect.

Well, let's all observe
a moment of silence then.

Cash or cops?

I already heard that one tonight.

Well, maybe that's a sign that your life
isn't heading in the ideal direction.

Can I have auto theft, please?

No, no. That's OK. It's the wrong number.

Jesus!

Maybe you are driving them into the bay.

- _
- Says here your phone bill's due.

You wanna read my emails too?

The guy deserved it, by the way.

Had his hands all up in
my titties at the club.

Oh yeah?

Oh, I guess it's been a disappointing
night for him all around then, hasn't it.

Thanks.

This has actually been fun.

Here.

Get yourself a maid.

Mom, what's wrong?

Yeah, I'm trying to figure out
which remote is for the audio...

The gray one, the black or the silver?

No. No.

Vivian, this number that you dialed

is for emergencies only.

So am I supposed to just
sit here and read all night?

- Why didn't you ask Evie?
- She's out with Billy.

Wait... Now?

At midnight?

Oh, please.

When you were 16, sometimes
I wouldn't see you for days.

She acts like it's a big deal, you know?

Like life would cease to
exist if she wasn't around.

I mean, yeah. It's been
OK having her here, but...

Go do your thing. Geez, it's not
a crime to have a job, you know?

- Yeah.
- Plus Grandma's here.

Although I think that actually might
of worked against me in this situation.

Huh.

Then a little baby alien
exploded out of her chest

and started feasting on my grandma's face.

Jesus, Billy!

- Sorry, I just...
- God, you're such a lightweight.

Did you know...

My dad was working for
your mom when he died?

What?

He wasn't even supposed
to be working that night.

Um...

- No, I didn't know that.
- And she didn't care, she just...

Used him.

I'm sure that's not true.

'Til he was all used up.

Um.

I'm going to go get us some drinks, OK?

Yeah.

Hold on.

- Hey!
- Hi.

- Can I get a whiskey and a beer, please?
- Sure thing!

Hey.

One for me?

I'm digging that milk chocolate
thing you got going on...

Hey!

Billy!

Stop!

Stop it!

Fuck!

Oh my God, Billy! You OK?

What do you want?

I just want to talk.

I'm billing the Bureau
for the time, so talk.

Can you just put down
the gloves for a second?

OK, Lenny. Alright, peace.

Peace, Lenny. It's all... alright,

- I want peace.
- Fine.

Is that it?

Can I um... Can I come in?

Thanks.

What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?

That I should have turned
down the promotion in protest?

How about acting like
Cleveland wasn't all my fault?

It was all your fault.

It was your task force Lenny, not
mine, not any one else's. It was yours.

You fucked up and if you have to
stay mad at me forever, then fine.

Tell me you want out and I'll let you out.

- What?
- Out.

If you want out, just say it
and I'll call DC and have them...

Send a replacement. Because I
can't keep going on like this.

If that's what you want.

It's not what I want.

It's the last thing that I want.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I've been a dick, but...

Don't think that I don't
realize, for one second how...

how lucky I am to have you here.

Alright, and you... you
deserve a second chance.

But right now I am...

I am in way over my head.

And I need you

at 100%, because that's
the only way this works.

Thank you.

For apologizing.

OK, good.

Alright, have a good night.

I just opened a bottle...

Hi, this is Julian Chisari.

I have a reservation for tonight.

Yeah, I was wondering if
I could request room 404.

Yeah, my partner and I
just really love the gray...

wall color.

Really love gray.

Oh, OK. Thank you.

- You put the camera in the shower?
- Yeah.

OK. We're done.

How does it feel to sleep with the boss?

You tell me.

Who was your last?

Boss?

Come on, you know what I mean.

A New York City fireman.

God, really?

Honest to God, a New York City fireman.

Wow.

God, how do I compete with that?

You don't!

How about you?

Me?

What?

You want me to regale you with tales
of my many, many, many conquests?

God, there it is. Right there...

How ridiculous you can be. That's
why I knew I was in trouble.

Come on, you missed me.

Well at least I understand
now why you hired me.

Oh, please. I barely had an orgasm.

Come on.

I wanna see about some more of that.

Storm the castle!

Oh, my God!

Yeah!

My liege!

I'm so, so sorry.

You send that forward.

Oh, yeah. I got that right there.

Look at that guy, look at that guy.

- You're not, you're not...
- Wait a second, wait a second.

Oh, my God.

Oh, come on. When you've been
married as long as I have,

you got to get ideas where you find them.

Ooohhh.

- Is that..
- That's gotta hurt, right there.

How you doing?

Good. I think.

Nice to be back.

Yeah? Any problems?

My mother's insane.

Well, I'll make a note
of that in the case file.

How about you?

You ready?

Yeah.

I briefed the guys at AFG Labs.

They're playing ball.

Good.

So, uh... what's he like up close?

Mmmm.

Typical dreamboat.

Confident. Mysterious.

Knows his 1st gen American muscle.

Is he gonna cause us any problems?

They never do until they do.

Well, we'll be waiting.

Yeah.

Well, I'm going to stay ready just in case.

And if I sleep,

it's gonna be with my safety off tonight.

What does that mean?

Come on, Lenny.

Sarah's disciplinary record.

My shooting reviews.

Those serial murders
you botched in Cleveland?

We were hired because
they had leverage on us.

On all of us.

I'm not going to sit here and
pretend that someone's got my back.

That's how you get two in the skull
and tossed in the back of a trunk.

Keep your head up.

Stop.

Yeah! My liege!

Impressed?

Fortunately, but I don't think
your constituents will be.

You are running for city counsel, right?

Are you two insane?

This is San Fransisco.

I couldn't get elected if I
wasn't fucking male prostitutes.

But what would your
husband think about that?

We have an open marriage, pissfuck.

He was probably sucking
cock in the room next to me.

Holy shit!

Is that all you got?

You're trying to blackmail an
Assistant U.S. Attorney with a sex tape?

Oh, you two shitheads are so fucked.

Whip out that video again and
I'll show you how fucked you are.

Ooh, you hear that Spud?
He wants you to whip it out.

Yeah, you might want to take
a real close look at the date

on this ID card of that
kid you just defiled.

Yeah, we would have gotten a copy of
his driver's license, but... you know.

- He doesn't have one yet.
- Jesus!

He said he was... he said he was 18.

I'm sure that's going to go
over really well with the voters.

OK. Here's what's going to happen now.

We're going to give you the serial
numbers of some marked bills.

Talk to your friends at the Treasury.

Let us know when and where they show up.

- Simple.
- I don't have friends at the Treasury.

I worked a case there six months ago.

Well, that's your problem.

Piss fuck!

There is nothing more frustrating
than forfeiting market position

to leaks of trade practices and designs.

Now,

I know it's getting a little late in
the morning, but if you would direct

- your attention please to...
- Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Kelly.

Feel free to leave your
literature with my team.

Sir? What if I told you I know a
wonderful Italian restaurant on the 2nd?

It's not even open to the public yet.

They make a saltimbocca
that makes Monte Bianco

look like Hungry Man.

We can continue the conversation
there, what do you say?

My daughter is the head
chef at Monte Bianco.

Almost had it there, Harvard.

It was a good pitch.

Just came in a little
hard on the landing, maybe.

Yeah, thanks.

Jack's a traditionalist. But deep
down, he knows you're not wrong.

- Wrong about what?
- This business is changing.

We've lost ground to Bryant
Moore for 7 straight quarters,

due to people exactly like yourself.

I'm starting to worry that if they get their
happy pill out of pre-clin before we do...

I might have to start taking an
adjunct gig at U.S.F. this fall.

Well,

- let me know if they're hiring.
- Think I can do you one better.

Help me level the playing field.

Get me the bio-informatics
on Bryant Moore's SSRI

and I will get Jack to
reconsider his position.

- How'd AFG go?
- It was good. It was fine.

- I need you to run a background check for me.
- Some more pharma folks?

Nah.

Her.

- Who's she?
- Someone who might come in useful.

Get there. God damn it.

They're up!

How many do they have?

Whoa! I got a match.

I got two matches.

Two already.

Another one, Erica Potter.

Jacqueline Parker.

Sloan Townsend.

Marylin Cobb.

That last one's got warrants outstanding
for Grand Theft Auto in Arizona and

a B and E in South Carolina.

Wow. Your friend is an interesting woman.

Or should I say, women.

That's all 6?

That was painless.

Hey, good work.

- Hold on.
- What?

I got something here.

- What, another match on Cybil?
- What is that, 6?

- No, it's 7.
- This one's different.

Someone tried really hard to hide this one.

I found it sifting through the cache of
the Oakland Police Department backlogs.

Looks like it goes with the
imprint from an old arrest report.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.

Is that...

Yeah.

What the hell have you gotten us into?

Hey, do you know who this is?

Jackie Hayes?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I know Jackie Hayes.