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Previously on Rogue...

Just making sure.

What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is this?

My girlfriend
is a DEA agent, okay?

I'm sure she'd be proud of you.

You took a risk, saying
those drugs were yours.

You don't believe me, do you?

I think we should
cut ties with Kelly.

He's unpredictable.

What about the father?

Well, Ethan plays fast
and loose with his own life.

What about his dad's?

And what can you tell us
about Adam Hutchings?

Guy called me about

the Crown building,
over on Douglas.

What's so special
about this building?

Nothing.
Six-story residential rental.

Guess we know
why no one buzzed us in.

She knows about the building.

You stupid fuckin' imbecile.

- He didn't tell you 'bout our business?
- Nah.

'Cause we're looking
for investors.

You know, partnership's...
It's expensive.

- How expensive?
- Thirty.

Thirty grand?
I can get that shit easy.

Fuckin' stealing from me?

- Huh?
- Marlon, I can explain.

Obviously, that's all
I am to you, right?

It was Leo!

I got something for you
to take care of tonight.

♪ where in the hell have I gone ♪

♪ I woke up this morning undressed ♪

♪ might have been a little too drunk ♪

♪ I can't get you out of my head ♪

♪ you shot me up, baby,
with a wonderful love ♪

♪ I got a little taste,
now I can't get enough ♪

♪ you shot me up, baby,
with a wonderful love ♪

♪ running through my veins
like a top shelf drug ♪

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Who the hell are you?

There's a problem with trust.

Excuse me?

Marty doesn't trust you
anymore, Detective.

That's the problem.

Who the fuck are you?

I work with Marty.

And I'm here to make sure

that you start coming through
for him.

Oh.

You see this?

Do you know what this means,
asshole?

This means I come through

whenever I goddamn please.

You understand?

From now on,

anything you got

for him,

it goes through me.

So I can keep an eye on you.

Call this number.

At turn of
The Century Lighting.

Ask for bulb replacement

on a 40-watt Freedonia.

Forty-watt Freedonia.

Kelly got the jump on me
at the father's grocery store.

I didn't get him.

Jesus fuck, Lloyd.

They took off in his car,

since then, both the father
and the son are MIA.

Then that's that.

We knew using him to go
after Stein was a risk.

Or you couldn't do your job.

Kelly cannot be controlled,
he cannot be contained.

- You knew this. I told you about this...
- Shut up.

Your problem is,
and I mean your problem,

is shutting this down.

You finish him.

And what about Marty Stein?

Well that mission went out the window when
you lost the jump to Kelly, didn't it?

Sir, I can pursue
other avenues.

- Undercover DOJ contacts, IRS, FBI...
- No.

We are done piggybacking Justice's
inquiry into Marty's dirty laundry.

Fine. Well, then,
let me set up alternatives.

You do nothing
in relation to Marty Stein.

Marty Stein is
a domestic terrorist.

Conspiracy, perjury.

He's bribed probably
half of Justice.

He's... What are
we talking about here?

Thanks for the recap.

Unfortunately, it has to wait
until you fix the problem.

Kelly knows
you killed two people.

Can't have that out there.

Button it up.

Got it.

Good.

Look alive.

Who the fuck are you?

Marlon sent me.

- No Cups?
- Nah.

Cups is dead.

Yo, what the fuck?

What about our delivery?

Yo, we got a problem.

You can't have random people showing
up taking delivery, Marlon.

My apologies,
I should have called you.

Had to switch things up
on the fly.

What if I didn't send Ramiro
and didn't call you?

I apologize,
but you can trust Jason.

But I don't know
if I can or not.

Cups proved himself over time.

A long time.

Ordoñez, I run the Kings.

I don't know.

Maybe what I'm hearing is true.

Oh yeah, what's that?

Corners are vulnerable.

That you are vulnerable.

Marlon, I'm gonna be
straight up with you.

Always.

Ty's made me an offer.

Ty?

Ty can't move your product.

They don't have the infrastructure
or the real estate.

Maybe since Cups is gone, you don't
have the real estate you think you do.

You're not out here.

I'm everywhere I need to be.

Give me a week. I'll figure out something
that we both can be satisfied with.

That would be good.

Las Almas Muertas and the Kings
have had a long run together.

Thanks, man, that means a lot.

What it means is I give you
one day to figure shit out.

Angela, I wouldn't ask for a warrant
unless I thought I had something.

Patrick and I were outside the
Crown building for 24 hours

and not a soul came in or out.

That's not probable cause,
that's probable maybe.

- Oh, snap.
- I'm on the toilet.

- Can I get my toothbrush?
- Get out!

Sorry, I'm back.

You never left.
Heard the whole thing.

I didn't know you had a kid.

I don't.

Hey.

I pulled more than a few strings
to get him out of foster care,

but I need some basic privacy.

I mean, I'm not asking much.

What happened?
What happened?

I'm sitting on the toilet and he just
walks in to grab his toothbrush.

No knock. No, "Excuse me."

- He just...
- Aah.

It's not okay.

I'm sorry.
It's definitely... That's not okay, no.

You know I'm all for helping these
kids out, but Jesus Christ.

I'll talk to him.

I'm sorry that happened to you, okay?
I'm gonna talk to him.

Okay?

It's one thing if he's just a lost
soul, but he's also carrying.

I told you, those drugs weren't his.
Those were his brother's.

You have no way of
knowing that.

No, I didn't witness
the exchange, Agent Deakins,

but I know
he's a good kid, okay?

Good kid with terrible manners.

I'm gonna talk to him.

But listen, I think I have a more
permanent situation dialed in for him,

but I just need him to stay here
for, like, another day, maybe two.

And then he's gone, I promise.

Okay?

Mmm, you smell good.

You know, I've got, like, five minutes.
We could probably...

Heyo, Coach!

I can go take a walk
or something

if you guys are planning on making
the most of those five minutes.

Sorry.

So Marty Stein owns this place?

It's a client of his.

So maybe you'd like to tell me
what the hell is going on here?

Like I said, we're laying low
for a couple of days.

Don't mess with me, kid.

I'm not senile yet
and I'm still your father.

The guy at the store,
he was after Marty Stein.

I got in the way.
That's all I can tell you.

- I'll get the bags, just go ahead.
- I got it.

Whatever it is you did,
you must've fucked it up.

Yeah, I'll sort it out.
Don't you worry about it.

Right.

Hmm.

Look at this, a Mauser.

Must be worth a few bucks, huh?

Why don't you put it back
before you hurt yourself?

Well, when somebody's after me,

I just soon be packin' more
than my dick.

Nobody's going to find us here.

Yeah, well, they're looking,
aren't they?

You have nothing
to worry about.

So if you hadn't busted in
at the grocery,

I'd be eating foie gras
right now with your friend?

For Christ's sake,
you hate liver.

What I'm trying to say here is that
I could have been fucking killed

over something I didn't know
anything about.

Okay, look,
nobody's gonna kill you.

So put the rifle away, unpack the groceries.
I'll get a fire started.

Hey.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're here.

Has Howard called you yet?

Yeah.

Well, I guess
my first question would be,

who do you know
at the Department Of Justice?

He seemed serious this time.

For real.

I guess that leaves you
without a net.

It leaves me fucked is where.

Sorry.

You like to get
your nails done,

maybe someone
will pay you to do that.

What are you saying?

I can't make my own way?

- I can get a job.
- Who would hire you?

You have no real talents.

Except making a mess
for your brother.

For reals?

I got no one in
my fucking corner.

Hey.

Double vodka.

Little early, don't you think?

Sure doesn't feel like it.

Long day?

- Why's this shit so hard, huh?
- What's that?

I've been all over
the fucking city,

and I cannot find
one person who'll hire me.

How long have you been looking?

Like three hours.

Wow, and you haven't
found anything yet?

Edison's ain't looking
for a hostess or nothin', huh?

I can be real cordial and shit.

I bet.

One of my waitresses just quit.

You have any experience?

Yeah, I've been so
successful today.

Look, if you think
you can keep up,

you don't mind the shitty pay,

I'm willing to give you a shot.

- For real?
- Yeah, sure, why not.

Just do me one favor.

Anything.

I don't wanna hear any more
stories about Marty Stein.

I ain't talkin one more word

about that
know-it-all motherfucker.

All right.

- You're reaching.
- So?

So you're not the one that has
to sell this to a judge.

God forbid you have to pull your
weight around here for once, Angela.

God forbid you bring me
something I can use.

Good morning around here
not that long ago.

Hutchings took photos inside
the Crown building.

He practically blackmailed one of Stein's
lawyers to get information on the place.

What does that look like
to you?

Reaching.

Patty, if she says that
one more fucking time...

It's an empty building, Angela,

and there's almost a million
dollars in rent revenue coming in.

And from that I'm supposed
to get money laundering?

I've seen you get probable
cause with less.

That's because
I'm a brilliant legal mind.

So then, help us.

- Please.
- Jesus.

- Let me see that tax return again.
- Yes.

Yeah. One

Yay. Yeah.

There we go.

Look.

Mmm.

Mmm.

This is delicious tea, baby.

- Did you make that just for me?
- Yeah.

Aww.

Uh, run up and ask your mom
if she wants some, okay?

Okay.

Daddy got some business
to attend to.

Marlon Dinard.

What's up, Ty?

- You want a drink?
- No, I'm good, man.

I heard what happened to Cups.

A damn shame.

- Yeah, it's the course of things.
- Yeah.

What you know about it?

I know you ain't responsible.

Good.

Real good.

So there won't be anything
coming back your way.

I just need some assurances.

You need assurances?

Keep your crew out of
my territory.

It's the only time
I'm gonna say it.

I don't give a fuck how many
times you say it, my man.

You know, Ty, this a courtesy.

Well.

I guess ain't no one out there
who's gonna say

that Marlon Dinard ain't
no courteous motherfucker.

War.

War is bad for business,
that's the reality.

The only reality I know
is Cups is gone.

And you?

You ain't been nothin' but a
figurehead for a long time, my man.

It'd be a mistake
to think that.

Well, it'll be
my mistake then, won't it?

My breeds is hungry.

I mean, it ain't like they got
a rich, white lawyer

bankrolling them, right?

So with all due respect,

Mr. Dinard,

I'm gonna let my peoples be
wherever they need to be.

I already buried one friend
this week.

I don't have the feeling
to make it two.

Right.

Right, right, right.
Let me tell you something.

You handle your business,

and let me handle mine.

But, hey, in the meantime, if I
need a lightbulb or some shit,

then, uh, I know exactly
who to call.

It was real good
seeing you, Ty.

What?

Thought we might have
something to talk about.

Hmm?

Like what?

Like why you're a bodyguard
when you could have been a lawyer.

Well, I'm sorry, dad, you won't be
able to brag to your friends about me.

Hmm.

Well I hope, under the
circumstances, you're good at it.

- Trust me.
- Yeah, I trust you, all right.

Why wouldn't I trust you?

Maybe because you've been bullshitting
me ever since you put me into your car?

How long do you think
we're gonna be here?

I don't know, dad.
I don't know.

Maybe he likes kids.

Well, obviously, he works
at a community center.

No, no, I mean, like, "likes" likes.
You know, like, sexually?

Please shut the fuck up and take
this seriously for a second.

It's what I'm doing.

I like having the kid around,
it's just, you know,

some basic privacy
while I'm on the can.

Oh, yeah.
Well, for Vin's sake,

he'll probably want
to steer clear of that.

- That's scarring shit.
- Forget it.

It's like literally.

Mr. Kamanski?

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

We have a warrant for
the financial records

pertaining to
the Crown building on Douglas.

Am I under arrest?

Not at this time.

All right, uh, I'll get
those files for you.

Jesus, you'd think they'd have
a television, wouldn't you?

- Want a shot?
- Yeah, break it out, yeah.

You like it warm like the
Pollock's, don't you?

Any way I can get it.

Your mother would have
loved this, you know.

What are you talking about?
She hated leaving the city.

Are you kidding me?
She loved coming to the country.

You didn't know her.

What did you say?

You heard me.

You don't know shit, kid.

Yeah?

I'm gonna take a nap.

The thing is, man,
they hittin' us all over.

I don't care who hittin' us.

- But how we supposed...
- Did I give a motherfucker permission

to die on my streets?

- Marlon...
- What?

Say what the fuck
you wanna say, man.

It open season on a King.

Now we can't work if they
comin' at us like this.

So step the fuck up!

That's what
you're getting paid for!

What's the count?

I got nine.

Camby and Teev at Mercy,
could slide either way.

All right.

- All right, pull 'em back.
- What?

Take 'em off
the fucking corners, man.

They ain't gonna be about
no surrender, man.

This ain't about surrender.

It's about street tactics.

Keep it small and quiet.

About to clean house.

Who's up?

The head of the snake.

Marty. Hey.

Yeah. Live to fight
another day.

How we making out on your end?

Uh-huh.

Well, I mean you lay it out
all like that...

I mean, it makes
me want to reconsider, hmm?

Yeah, no, I...
I'm aware of that. It just...

Yeah, there's just a lot
on the line

and all I'm saying is
I'm taking a huge risk.

- They're all cash.
- Same here.

How did Treasury not flag
this earlier?

Must have someone in the bank.

Yeah, we're gonna need
another warrant.

I'll go talk to Guthrie.

I've got that.

You rile her up.

I do not.

Sorry, it took a second.

This account's only been open
two years?

Well, since uh, 2007.

But we only keep 24 months
here at the branch.

Okay, so where's the rest?

Electronically scanned
and archived at headquarters

but you'll have to speak
with them about that.

- Are you noticing the
common denominator here? - Uh-huh.

We're going to need to speak
to this employee.

Do you know
what this is, Maria?

Because this seems like something
you should be familiar with.

In your line of work.

Maybe I'm just not very good
at my job.

Oh, I sure hope that's true
because otherwise,

you're in
a little bit of trouble.

How long have you been
a bank cashier?

I don't know.

Your manager says
it's been about 15 years.

Fifteen years.

So given someone
with your veteran status,

you'd know that any cash
deposit over $10,000,

you gotta report
that to Treasury.

Yeah, that's not looking
great for you, Maria.

You never made
a mistake before?

Yeah, but not the same mistake
for the better part of seven years.

At least I'm consistent.

Maria,

when we get a warrant
for your bank account,

are we gonna find
anything unusual?

Like maybe you've been bringing in
a little extra money every month?

My brother helps me out.

That's sweet.

So what's his number?

All we want is the person
making the drop.

Yeah, Maria, give us a name.

And then maybe we can pretend that
you are an incompetent employee.

You know, I've never been
very good with names.

I just never had
the mind for it.

Well, do you have
the mind for prison?

- I want a lawyer.
- That's a great idea, Maria.

Isn't that a great idea, Deaks?

It's very reasonable,
considering.

I mean, moving that kind of
money, she's looking at what?

Ten, fifteen years maybe.

It's all gonna depend on
how good that lawyer is.

But all the money your
brother's been giving you,

I'm sure you can afford some
top notch council.

I sure hope so.

Come on, Patty. Let's get her
some coffee while she waits.

You want some coffee?

Harris.

I'm sorry, what?

Eugene Harris is the one
who's been making the drops.

Oh.

Angela, get over here, you
crazy bitch, give me a hug!

Deakins, I need
to speak to you.

- Okay, just let me get a victory lap
in for a second. - Now, please.

Uh, rain check on that hug,
Angela.

We got him.
We got the motherfucker.

- Who?
- Cups.

Dead to rights.
The bank lady just rolled.

- She named Cups?
- Not only that. She can establish a pattern.

Seven years
of cash transactions.

That's a criminal fucking
enterprise if I've ever seen one.

I mean, we could make RICO
on this.

Harper, Cups is dead.

I'm sorry, what?

I just got off the phone
with Chicago PD.

He was shot and killed
last night.

I know you, Ethan.

You don't think I do, but I do.

You don't know shit about me.

Well, I always knew when
you were in trouble.

And I know you're up
to your ass in it now.

I mean, none of this stuff
is normal where I come from.

What's normal anymore, dad?

Hm.

Oh, hey, thanks for the beer.

No, no, don't bother.
I'll get it myself.

This isn't about Marty Stein,
is it?

No, dad.

Maybe there's a deck of cards
around here somewhere.

Something happens,
you know. It's like...

It's like everything moves
in slow motion.

You know what I'm saying?
Like real Reservoir Dogs shit.

- Yeah, I got it.
- Mmm-hmm.

So that's how it goes down, it's
like you don't have time to think.

I heard Chyna scream.
I heard the blast of a gun go off.

You know,
I'm heading in and it's like...

No, no, you know what?

I wasn't moving in slow motion.
Everything else was.

Me, I was moving like
a fucking panther.

Like a panther?

And all I kept thinking
to myself was,

"I gotta save Chyna."

- So how many of them were in there?
- Two.

It really pissed me off that the
second motherfucker got away.

He f...

- What, no Diet?
- No.

Leo was just telling me
how many bad guys

- burst into his house.
- Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. It coulda been three,
or maybe four.

Like I said,
it happened real quick.

Thought you said
it was in slow motion.

It was both.

So what are you doing
with a shotgun?

Thank God I had it.

Could you fucking imagine where
I'd be if I didn't have it? I...

I'd be bleeding out on the floor
with that scumbag that shot Chyna.

You know who that scumbag was?

Some misguided urban youth who
don't know the value of real work.

His name was Eugene Harris.

Sounds like an accountant or some
kinda fucking computer geek.

He also went by Cups.

What, like a tittie holder?

He was the leader of
the 13th Street Kings.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What the fuck are they doing
shooting at me for?

That's what we want to know.

What, you think...
You think I'm a gangster?

I ain't no fucking gangster.
Look at this face for shit's sake.

- You've never had any dealings
with the 13th Street Kings? - Fuck no!

- Nothing personal?
- What the fuck would I do...

Fuck.

- That little bitch.
- Which little bitch is that?

Talia, some shit.

Yeah, fuck, I banged her out
good a couple of times.

You know how it is.

But she got caught trying
to pass funny money

and I told your people
about it.

And this Talia,
she's connected to the Kings?

Fuck do I know.
But her brother?

Now, he's one serious
motherfucker.

A name would be great.

Melvin, I think.
Uh, fucking, Marvin.

No, Marlon.

- Marlon?
- Mmm-hmm, yeah.

I remember that because
I was thinking,

"I pity the fisherman that brings in
that crazy motherfucker."

So are we talking Witness
Protection program here or what?

Marlon is the guy
from the chandelier shop.

That fool is not
a reliable witness.

He doesn't know
what he's saying.

- Maybe.
- It took him three tries to get that name.

I'm gonna go back there,
see if I can feel it out.

Fine, okay.

Tomorrow morning, we'll go
together, I'll pick you up.

No, no, no, I'm just gonna go
right now.

You sure you don't want me to
come with?

Yeah. I got it.

Yeah, hi, I'm calling about a bulb
replacement for a 40-watt Freedonia.

That's right, yeah.

Hey, yeah, uh, I got an agent
coming your way.

She's just poking around.

Yeah. That's right.

So look, you make sure
you tell our mutual friend

about this little
courtesy call, okay?

Good.

Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me.

Sorry, excuse me, sorry.

- Hey, um, Johnny black, rocks.
- No.

Sorry. Kahlua Martini.
And a Goose Island.

The chicken wings?

Shit, um, just one second.

Sorry.

Talia.

Table four.
And shake that booty.

Duke.

I want you to know that whatever
you've got yourself mixed up in here,

I've seen it before,
just history repeating itself.

Let's play the game, dad.

You know, you have relatives
you've never even met,

who either died
too young, or...

or found a way to ruin
their lives.

Why do you think I moved you and
your mother out of the South Side?

And look what happened.

Harvard for Christ's sake,
a great soldier, a fine athlete.

Nobody... nobody ever played third
base the way you did at that school.

Until we lost the playoffs
because of me.

Oh, for crying out loud,
you made one bad throw.

It was a throw
I didn't have to make.

I stepped on the bag,
dad, and it's game over.

- Yeah, but we all know what
that was about, don't we? - What?

That little blonde Tootsie.
What was her name?

Tootsie? Do you mean Katie?

Yeah, yeah, Katie.
Yes, that's what I mean.

Geez. I nearly beaned her
in the stands.

Yes, you did, I remember.
Yeah.

Goddamn.

Well, I'll take that jack.

You know, maybe I wasn't
just showing off for Katie.

- You hungry?
- Yeah, yeah.

Where did those steaks go?

Let's do this.

This Ty fuck's
one upscale nigger.

Fly in a bowl of milk.

Let's fucking squash
the motherfucker.

Good for you, Ty.

Fighting till the very end.

Fuck.

You still take it rare, dad?

Is there any other way?

Buddy of mine, Cheat, he used to say
it was a sin to cook it at all.

This some guy you served with?

Yeah.

I think this is
the rare one there.

Oh, thank you.

Shit, that's pretty good.

Don't bullshit me.
What do you want?

- A little salt.
- Yeah.

- A little salt never hurt anything.
- Mmm.

Oh yeah, this'll do it.

Now, you see, this is normal.

- No, this is fucked.
- No, this is normal.

A father and son
having dinner together.

Son tells his father his problems,
his father tries to help.

Let's talk about what's not
normal for a second, shall we?

Getting frisked every third
Saturday of the month

just to talk to your dad.
That's... that's not normal.

Yeah, I know that
must have been tough.

It was a long time ago, pop.

You know, I never stole
anything in that bank.

That was Eidler and McKinnon.
They were jockeying the numbers.

Is that right?

I plead guilty to obstruction.
Got three years.

I knew I could do it,
it wasn't that much.

It is for someone who says
he didn't do it.

Those guys would have gotten
10 years apiece. They were my friends.

Mmm.

So you chose your friends over your family.
Is that right?

Well, I thought at the time
I was doing the honorable thing.

Honor? Fuck honor.

Honor doesn't pay the mortgage.

Honor doesn't take
his kid to practice.

And it sure as hell doesn't help
out with mom when she was sick.

Okay. I...
I understand why you hate me.

I don't hate you, dad.

Well, what would you have done?

I wouldn't have
abandoned my family.

I didn't abandon my family!

Then what would you call it?

Did you know while you were
sitting in prison for three years

the only time mom left the house
was to get groceries?

And she'd sit in the car
and she'd send me into the store.

You wanna know why?

Because she was too embarrassed
to see anybody.

Killed her.

What? Are you saying that I'm responsible
for your mother getting cancer?

No, I'm saying what you did
was fucked up.

Do you have any idea
what it's like

to be a 15-year-old kid

and to sit there
and watch your mother die?

Alone.

Do you?

No, no I don't.

Breaks my heart that
you had to do that.

Well, I'm glad that
your heart's fucking broken.

You put me in that
fucking position.

You.

Well, you know, it cuts
both ways, Ethan.

I mean, your mother wasn't
in the ground five minutes

when you took off, and you didn't
even come home to say goodbye.

So I think that under
the fucking circumstances,

I raised you just about
as well as I could.

You have no idea who
you raised!

Then who the fuck are you?
Who are you?

I'm a fucking killer!
I'm a fucking killer, that's who I am.

And I killed American Marines.
Yeah.

- Well, friendly fire happens all the time.
- It wasn't friendly fire.

- No. - All right, well, somebody
fucked with you and you had...

I didn't even know them, dad.

I'm gonna tell you
who you raised.

You raised a thief.

I robbed a money train.

Those Marines tried to stop me
and I killed them.

And now all my friends
are dead because of it.

Hi.

I, uh, tried the front door,
and it was locked,

and then I saw a light
in the back.

- But you're busy.
- No, it's good.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, my...

My boyfriend tripped over
the wire

and I don't suppose you have
a warranty for stupid.

It depends. How long have
you two been together?

But, uh, no problem,
I'll replace it.

Watch out, watch out, watch out!

Hey, hey, listen.

Hey, hey, hey. On my go.

- I want you to empty that
whole fucking clip. - Yeah.

- Come on. One, two, three.
- Okay.

Go!

Shit!

Fuck!

Yeah?

It's 1483 Halstead Street.

Back alley. I need backup right away.
It's a black Escalade.

Yeah, send me a bus, ASAP.

Okay. Let's go,
let's get you back.

Slow night.

You did good.

It'll get easier.

And if it don't?

I'll fire your ass.

Is that all?
You're shitting me.

That's why
it's called work, sweetie.

It's gonna be okay.

- All right?
- Okay.

Here you go.

So.

I'm done talking.

Well, I'm not.

You know those two guys
at the bank?

Eidler and McKinnon?

They paid me $100,000.

To go to prison for them?

Paid for the house
you were raised in.

Aren't we the pair.

So you screwed up, you know?
We all do.

Somehow the world
doesn't stop spinning.

Well, maybe it did for me.

Only if
you keep running, kiddo.

_

Good afternoon.

_

I'd like to speak to
a US attorney please.

What is it regarding?

I'd like to speak to
a US attorney.

So what's this all about?

I'm First Lieutenant
Ethan Kelly.

I killed three US Marines.

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