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Previously on Rogue...

Here's what you're gonna do, okay?

You are gonna resign
from this task force.

Why would you cut off my mother

after all I've done for you?

You've had two weeks to
think about our offer, Marlon.

We know Marty Stein killed Talia.

Talia Freeman's autopsy revealed
unidentified DNA under her fingernails.

And you want a warrant to
take DNA from Marty Stein.

Marlon Dinard did conspire
with known gang member

Jason Williams to kill Leo
Taylor, a human being.

It appears that the prime
witness for the prosecution,

Jason Williams, has
been found dead in his cell.

What?

I see no legal reason
to deny bail to Mr. Dinard.

I know you killed my sister.

You've been trying
to find me for a week.

Greg Barrett hired me
to find you, Libby.

Who is Libby Hendricks?

She had this flash drive,
had a back door to the NSA.

So, she had the keys
to the whole fucking world.

And you were using her for
insider trading, is that right?

Libby Hendricks' real
name is Mia Rochlane.

She started something
about three weeks ago

with a guy named Neil Stolper,
finance guy.

I didn't do anything.

She's been using your name
in illegal trades, Neil.

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That's the second time you've
pointed a gun at me this week.

I'm getting a little tired of it.

Who are you running from, Mia?

You're all done.

How long for the lab results?

Lab's pretty backed up on DNA right now.

Warm weather always
spikes the murder rate.

- Week or so.
- Cut that in half, I'll owe you.

- Hey, what's the ETA?
- We should have something soon.

How we looking
on the Jason Williams end?

Warden's investigation
hasn't turned up anything yet.

Drags his feet long enough,
maybe everyone will forget

a federal witness
was murdered in his custody.

Yeah.

I swear to God if we dig
into this thing,

we're gonna find
Stein's fingerprints all over it.

I'm going to the prison.
See if I can shake something loose.

We may need it.

If that recording doesn't hold
up, Stein could still walk.

You trying to ruin my good mood?

- I'm just being realistic...
- So am I.

Stein's going down for Freeman
and Williams, you know why?

Because the good guys always win?

I know you're being sarcastic,
and I'm okay with it.

Even your hard-boiled cynicism
can't bring me down today.

Go team!

- Come on in, Greg.
- We're not going to the police.

Greg...

Did you actually see her shoot him?

No, no, I didn't.

Then you don't know it was her, right?

There was nobody else
in the house, Greg.

And where were you?

I was stuck in a fucking cab,
I told you.

You think I had something
to do with this?

Did I say that?

Well, are you giving up on me?

Greg, this isn't my mess.

The cops are probably looking
for her as we speak.

There were witnesses in the cafe,

and now this.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Okay. Look. Give me two more days.

Two more days? No.

- Just two more days.
- No. No.

You said yourself, the cops
are already looking for her,

if they find her before that, so be it.

You're paid in full. Here.

My retainer just went up.
It's $20,000 a day, Greg.

Are you kidding? That's extortion.

You like having guns pointed
at you, Greg? You do it.

All right, $10,000.

$15,000. And I still get the contract.

Yeah, if you find her.

When I find her.

Cash.

- Show yourself out.
- Yeah.

What's up, man? Take a walk with me.
Thanks for coming over.

No problem at all.
What can I do for you?

I'm thinking about getting
out of town for a while.

- All right.
- So, if I had to be gone by tomorrow,

how much could I leave with?

I'm sorry?

I know it wouldn't be
much, but reasonably,

how much could you put
together for me in a day?

- Well, nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?

I'm sorry, but I thought that you knew.

- Knew what?
- That the Feds have seized everything

in connection with this conspiracy.

The chandelier store,
the bank accounts...

You're lucky that they haven't
even taken your residence.

Even your aunt's place
could be in jeopardy.

I'm innocent until proven guilty.
Fucking take my shit, man.

You know, anything connected
to the proceeds of a crime,

or that can be used to perpetuate

any other criminal
activity is up for grabs.

It could be years before you get any
of the stuff back your way, if ever.

What about your other...

Business?

No.

If there's no other cash coming in,

I don't know what else I can tell you.

Susan!

- What the fuck?
- Marty?

What the fuck? A DNA subpoena?
Are you fucking kidding me?

- Hold on now...
- Sit down, Gordon, before you get hurt.

- Marty...
- What the fuck is happening here?

- You need to calm down.
- You signed a DNA subpoena?

You signed a DNA subpoena?

Can I tell you something? If
I go down, you're coming with,

you understand me?

After all this time, you're coming with.

You hear me?

There's a recording, Marty.

A recording?

There's a recording of you
killing Talia Freeman.

What do you expect me to do?

I mean, Jesus, Marty,

you've always been a son
of a bitch, but this...

What the hell happened?

- You okay?
- I'm fine. Let's get back to the party.

Hey, everyone, who wants cake?

I do! I do! Chocolate cake, please.

What can you tell me about
your guard Alan Stinson?

- What're you looking for?
- Thanks.

Any problems with him?

Little slow, maybe.

Though we're not exactly
recruiting outta Northwestern.

Why do you ask?

He was one of the guards
on Jason's block that day,

switched his shift last minute.

Hmm.

That doesn't seem odd to you?

I couldn't say, I don't
handle scheduling.

I'm going over the time
cards, last 10 years,

he hasn't missed or swapped a
shift other than two days ago.

Not exactly a damning theory.

Well, it's better than the nothing
your investigation turned up.

These episodes are an unfortunate,

but all too grim reality
of our penitentiary system.

By "episode," are you referring to the
assassination of my federal witness?

Was that unclear?

Do you have any idea how much
planning, resources,

and man power goes into
developing a case like this?

Must be nice to have all those
resources at your disposal.

Those resources are meaningless
if your incompetent staff

can't keep one prisoner alive.

I had 50 guys working that morning.

About half of what I need.

And I gottacut three more full-timers by February.

Maybe you should offer yourself up.

Believe me, that'll come eventually.

But this ship was sinking
long before I got here,

and it'll stay sinking
long after I leave.

What about the security cameras?

Down.

- Down?
- The cameras went down

outside Williams' cell that morning.

Jesus, and no one thought
to do anything about it?

Well, it's my understanding

that techsupport

should be by sometime this week.

Well, I'd like to talk to the
shift supervisor about Stinson.

Maybe he can shed some light.

That'd be Farber, should
be in in the hour.

Thanks for the coffee.

Asshole.

- Marlon?
- Z, I need my stuff.

Are you okay? When did you get out?

- Where is it?
- It's all you care about, huh?

Z, where's the rest of it?

Expenses.

- The hell is going on?
- Nothing. Business.

What kind of business?

I'm sorry about Talia.

She had real good energy, you know?

Yeah, that she did.

Hey...

Know I'm always here for you.

We all are.

Marty?

I didn't hear you come in.
Do you want lunch?

How did it go this morning?

I killed Talia.

I'm shocked by that.

You could at least try to
show a little bit of sympathy.

Does Marlon know?

Yup.

Jesus. Have you talked to him?

He won't answer my calls.

Well, you need to find him.

Marty, you need to find
him, or he will find you.

And that will be worse.

Worse than what?
What would you like me to say?

"Hey, Marlon, sorry I
bludgeoned your sister to death,"

"but, hey, let's move on."

Tell him it was an accident.

It was an accident, wasn't it?

Yes.

A happy accident.

I would leave that part out.

Doesn't matter anyway.

Of course it matters.
Intention always matters.

They have a recording, Betsy.

What?

Apparently, Talia was bugged
when I went over there.

Now the cops have a recording,
and now they have my DNA.

So, what does that mean?

It means that's the ball game.

What is wrong with you?

You hit me.

You're Marty Stein.

You haven't seen a jury in 20 years,
and you're not about to start now.

So, quit feeling sorry for yourself.

Act like the goddamn heavyweight
you are and figure it out.

- You called?
- Yes, ma'am. You have the job, come on.

- Yes!
- I need your help with something.

Come sit down, will you?

So I tried a few different things,
and I can't crack it.

Give it a shot, will ya?

Meaning you turned it on and
discovered there was a passcode?

Pretty much.

You shouldn't open other people's mail.

- Said the computer hacker.
- It's a felony.

Whoops.

Whoops what?

Is it possible this computer

belongs to a seriously
security-minded individual?

Yeah, it's possible.

Well, that explains the government-level
firewall I just initiated.

Are you telling me you're locked out?

Irrevocably.

What's that?

"C4. NC3. NF6." It's a chess game.

Let me see?

You don't think that's weird?

That an NSA analyst is a chess nerd?
No, I don't.

Queen's knight defense
to an England gambit?

Who does this guy think
he is, Henri Grob?

I mean, look at this,
bishop to C6, knight F4?

They're terrible.

Okay, so what?

So, anyone who's going
to spend the time playing

by correspondence couldn't
possibly be this bad.

You're saying it's not a real game?

I don't know.

The Russians used to use
postal chess to send

messages to each other all
the time during the Cold War.

If I worked for the NSA, and I didn't

want anyone tracking
my communications...

This would be a way to do it.

You know what, maybe she's sending
directions to her own PO Box,

then someone else is picking them up?

Grab your stuff, let's go.

I'll be right back.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Hey, how are ya?

My boss is real adamant about
getting this to Mia Rochlane today.

Is there anything you can do for me?

Let me see if I got contact
information on the box owner.

I got a number here.
I'll give her a shout.

Great, thanks a lot, appreciate it.

So, what now?

We wait.

You mean, like, just sit here?

Yeah.

What happens if nobody shows up today?

Then we wait tomorrow.

I spoke to your scheduler, she seems
to feel you're a bit of a nighthawk.

Yeah. Maybe. I dunno.

Well, you've worked the
graveyard 18 months steady now.

I can't find a single deviation.

Why did you switch your shift
on the 14th, Mr. Stinson?

- Drugs.
- I'm sorry?

Doc's got me on some new prescription,

on account of my social anxiety.

It's been messing with my sleep
schedule.

And the new Harley Softail we
found parked at your mother's house?

Doctor prescribed that as well?

How much those retail for, 20-22?

That's a huge chunk out of a 35-a-year
government salary, don't you think?

We spoke to the dealer,
he said you paid cash.

I don't know anything about that.

Well, lucky for us, the bank hadn't
re-circulated the company's deposit yet,

so we got to find
out all about it for you.

Ran the serial numbers
against our database,

and it turns out a portion of that cash

was delivered to the Los Almos Muerto,

in a local PD sting
operation two months ago.

The cash you spent on the bike
was marked, Alan.

This case is what we call a slam dunk.

Only thing that can help you now

is if give up the people
who paid you off.

I want a lawyer.

Believe me, you're gonna need one.

I'd imagine that's not your
biggest concern at the moment.

See, if the cartel finds
out you've been arrested,

exactly how long do you
think it'll be before

they decide to tie up that loose end?

If you cooperate, we can protect you.

You mean, like you
protected your witness?

Conspiracy murder is a capital crime.

They'll lock you up right alongside
the inmates you've been guarding.

Know what, we're gonna let
you mull that over for a minute,

while you wait for your lawyer.

Knock when you're ready.

Go to Gate Taxi's website,
go to the directory.

And find out who's driving cab 56.

56, all right.

Here we go,

Ali Zaid. Chicago city
taxi driver. Born in Iraq.

American citizen since 2009.

There's a blog here, some
sort of Iraq war retrospective.

Are you going to talk to him, or...

No, I'm going to follow
him, see where he takes it.

Hey, come on, move the...

Hey, let's go!

Get the fuck outta the way!

Go, move!

So, that thing
about the serial numbers...

It's bullshit.

So how long do you think he'll take?

I don't know. This guy's
in way over his head.

Another 20 minutes,

I'll have him copping
to the Kennedy Assassination.

Jesus Christ!

Get me something!

Scissors! I need scissors or
a knife! It's an emergency...

Okay, thank you.

Okay.

Hurry up, Deakins!

Okay, lay him flat.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen, fourteen,
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...

Deakins.

Come on, come on. Shit.

- Harper.
- ... five, six, seven...

Harper!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Ethan?

- Where to, boss?
- 6820 Michigan.

IAD will be down tomorrow,
take some statements.

You okay?

Yeah... Wonderful.

You know, I've been doing this
for a long time.

I never seen anything
like that before in my life.

I shouldn't have leaned on him so hard.

No, no. It's what we do.

Ain't nothing out of the ordinary here.

That's just some bad luck, is all.

Every time I get close on this
case, there's something else,

like the gods are conspiring.

- Setbacks are gonna happen.
- I know.

There's no doubt.

But Marty Stein is gonna
get what he deserves.

Because the good guys always win, right?

Yeah, well, now who's the cynic?

Just got a call from Judge Frey.

Marty Stein's made a motion to exclude

the audio recording from evidence.

Of course.

Judge wants us in chambers.
We should head over now.

Come on.

Fuck.

Aunt Ruth?

- Oh!
- Hey.

It's so good to see you!

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I wasn't here
to help you with all this.

Oh, stop that, this was not your fault.

Now, are you hungry?

I haven't eaten in a
week, my nerves are shot.

Actually, I can't really
stay that long, but I...

But there's something that
I want to talk to you about.

Something... something I gotta tell you.

You know, the day that...

That Talia died...

Marty came over here looking for me.

Talia turned on me to the Feds.

No. Talia would never.

Marty was trying to stop
me from walking into a trap.

The two of 'em got into
it, started fighting...

And then he killed her.

No, I don't believe that.

Then why do you think
that the prosecutor

dropped the charges on me, Aunt Ruth?

Now, I'm telling you
right now he's gonna pay.

He got it coming.

And you're the one to do it?

I always wondered about
retribution. Who does it serve?

It's gonna serve Talia.

No, Marlon. That's not how it works.

That doesn't serve Talia.
It doesn't serve me.

The only person it serves is you.

- Mmm.
- And that's selfish. Plain and simple.

Okay, so...

You want that to go unanswered?

That's not what I'm saying.

We're far past the days of
me telling you what to do.

But call it what it is.

Auntie, Talia's not here no more.

Then it's a lot easier for her.

Now, I lost my niece, and
I'm not gonna lose you.

You're not losing me.

Nothing good is gonna come from this.

Forget it. All right.

Don't you think our
family's been through enough?

Turned into a beautiful day, hasn't it?

- How's your day going?
- Good. You?

- Busy, you know.
- Yes. Yes. Of course.

You know, I was wondering if you
could help me out with something.

Okay.

I'm looking for a friend of mine,
and I think she's in trouble.

You should call the police.

I don't think Ms. Rochlane
would appreciate that, Ali.

Why did you pick up the
parcel from the post office?

Why'd you run, Ali?

Why you fucking running?

I don't want to make trouble for her.

How did you know that she had
a package at the post office?

Answer my fucking question.

How did you know?

- They call me.
- Who?

They just ask me to pick up the
mail once or twice a week, that's it.

Why?

Why?

She helped my family out
of Iraq before second Bush.

I owe her for this.

She just called me a
couple of weeks ago.

Asked for a favor, and I say yes.

That's all I know.
Please, that's all I know!

Where are you delivering the mail at?

She has a spot, half
a mile outside O'Hare.

Let's go. Get up.

We could stop this right now!

It's too fucking late.

He's probably in cuffs right now.

- Where is he?
- And you're about to join him.

- Where is he?
- Fuck you!

Where...

I'm sorry, that's it? That's what
everyone's getting so excited about?

I don't know how you feel, Mr. Stein,

but folks around here
seem to take the murder

of a federal witness pretty seriously.

First of all, that's
not me on the recording.

Second of all, even if that
was me, this whole thing

is a misappropriation
of the wiretap statute!

Please, it's incidental. The
aunt's house was well within

the constraints of the warrant.

A warrant which does not
name me as the target.

That's what incidental means.

Ms. Freeman commonly had conversations

with Mr. Dinard at their aunt's house,

thus the inclusion of that location.

The location is inconsequential, the
recording was too attenuated from,

not even related to, the
intended purpose of the warrant,

which was namely to set up and execute

a sting operation
on Ms. Freeman's brother.

A conspiracy which we believe
Mr. Stein also played a part in.

Well, lucky for me this
court doesn't indict

based on your personal agenda.

Bottom line, Judge, Mr. Stein
had no expectation of privacy

when he entered the
residence of his own volition.

To discuss a privileged matter
between a lawyer and his client,

which was the relationship Ms.
Freeman and I shared at the time.

You caved her head in.

Oh, my God. Can we please stop
with these wild speculations?

Unfortunately, the
courts are less consistent

in the matter of
third-party wiretapping.

So I'm inclined to air
on the side of caution.

The recording is inadmissible.

- What?
- Judge.

Then I move to have the subsequent
DNA testing halted immediately.

- Screw that!
- Now hold on...

It's all fruit from
the same poisonous tree.

Without the recording, there's
no way any judge, excuse me,

in their right mind, would
have signed the DNA warrant.

Judge, we're building our case.

We have next-door neighbors
who heard shouting,

and it's possible they can
place Mr. Stein at the scene.

Well, you're welcome to bring them
in to a voice line-up at another date.

But I'm granting the injunction.

You've got to be kidding.

Watch it, Agent Deakins.

I brought you a recording,
a goddamn recording.

And still that's not enough?

What the hell kind of backroom
deal have you two cooked up?

What did you say?

You heard me.

Don't think everyonedoesn't know
how this office really works.

Someone get her the hell out of
my sight before I lock her up.

Come on.

This is not over.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Good day.

- It's here.
- Get out.

Where is she?

About 600 yards that way.

All right, let's go. Show me.

- How much further is it?
- It's close by.

It's over there.

All right, give me your
keys and cell phone.

Go wait in the car.

Jesus Christ!

Marty, in the trunk!

In the trunk?

Now, right now.

Wait. Hold up.

Phone.

Wanna leave some for the rest of us?

Not particularly, no.

Fuzzy Navel.

What? A man can't
order a delicious drink?

You know, I was real proud of you today.

- Yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.

Was it the witness I let
hang in my interrogation room?

Or the fact that I almost
punched a judge in the face?

Oh, there's no question you've
had a little run of bad luck.

Good luck, bad luck, no such thing.

Game's rigged, that's all.

Of course, that's what
makes it so much damn fun.

You've got a real warped sense
of enjoyment, you know that?

Come on. Winning's easy, Deakins.

Paying off judges, collecting favors...

Anybody can do what Stein does.

But not a lot of people
can do what we do.

What is it exactly we do?

We...

We get the shit kicked out of us.

We work our asses off,
and nothing ever changes.

We sacrifice our time,
our family, our health.

We come in, day in and day out,

knowing that we don't make
a lick of goddamn difference.

Until one day we do.

I guess I have that to
look forward to, then.

No, look, I'm serious. You can't
let days like today get to you.

That's disgusting.

God.

- Out!
- Fucking Christ!

Do you remember?

Do you remember this place?

Bringing me here as a kid?

Yes, of course.

Yeah, remember giving
me this bullshit speech

about climbing to the
top of some ziggurat?

Yeah, and I was almost
stupid enough to believe it.

You haven't done so bad for
yourself since you met me.

Yeah? I haven't done so bad?

I fucking lost my money,

my people, my sister...

She turned on you, Marlon.
She was working for the Feds.

She was trying to take you out.

I know all that.

I was trying to protect you.
I was trying to save you.

You wasn't trying to protect me, man.

You always just looking out for Marty.

Ah, well, forgive me. I'm so
sorry. I didn't want her to ruin

both of our lives.

What a horrible fucking
human being I am.

So, what, you admit
that you wanted her dead?

No! It was an accident!

- Bullshit.
- It was an accident!

Look at me, God damn it! Look at me.

I'm an old man, I got bursitis.

I take a piss six goddamn times a night.

You think I walk around killing
people with my bare hands?

Beating them to death with
these fucking little hands?

No, that's what you got me for, Marty.

- To do your dirty work.
- Oh, for fucks sake!

Marlon, I'm not gonna stand
around here and listen to you

whine about our little arrangement.

You have wanted everything
that I have given you.

You could've walked away at any
point, at any time, but you didn't.

Now look, you can believe me, or not,

but I am sorry, all right?

I am very, very sorry
about what happened.

Talia is dead by my
hand, but let's not forget

one very important little fact.

You put her right in the way.

Hey! You don't say her name.

You don't get to say my
fucking sister's name, Marty.

Half-sister.

I gotta say, man, this is some...

This is some bullshit groveling
you're doing right now.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, I'm
so sorry. Oh, please, please!

Don't fucking kill me! Please!

Is that what you want, huh?
You want me to beg for my life?

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

You're not talking your way outta this.

Yes, I am. Yes, the fuck I am.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Look at where you
brought me here, Marlon.

Look where we are!

Like the end of some really
fucking bad Greek tragedy.

You wanna kill me? Go ahead, kill me.

If you wanted to kill me, I'd
have been dead an hour ago.

You brought me here
to talk you out of it.

Because you know goddamn well that
your life is better with me in it.

And you feel relief that Talia is gone.

Shut the fuck up, man!

Mack.

Hey, nice to see you.

Glad you called.

It's a bit of an upgrade from the
last place you were working out of.

You mean my Chevy? Yeah.

- You still with the DEA?
- Gang task force.

So, what can I do for you?

I got something you
might be interested in.

- Oh, yeah? What is it?
- Yeah.

You know a lawyer named Marty Stein?

I live in Chicago, don't I?

Here.

Have a listen. Do what you will. Just...

Just keep my name out of it. Okay?

For sure.

Thanks.

I need your help.

You're lucky, it
could've been a lot worse.

You're not the one with the broken nose.

I'm also not the one
that killed his sister.

Marty.

Turn on the news.

What?

The voices you're about to hear

allegedly belong to Chicago attorney

Marty Stein and Talia Freeman,

who was found dead in her aunt's
residence on the morning of March 9th,

with a contusion to the skull.

This recording is believed to be
from the last few moments of her life.

Our producers reached
out to Stein for comment.

No response yet from his camp.

Now we must warn you, what you're
about to hear is very graphic...

I don't have time
for this shit, where is he?

Don't worry, you guys will
have a lot of time together soon.

Is he upstairs? Where is he?

This family. What the is wrong with...

What the do you know about family?

- Where is he?
- You're a loner, and a leech,

and a , and you stick your
nose in everybody's business,

and you destroy everything you touch.

We can stop this, you know that?

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

He's probably in cuffs right now.

- Where is he?
- And you're about to join him.

- Where is he?
- you!

Where...

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