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Previously on Rogue...

Come join me when you
get your legs under you.

AJ?

Your passport and the other
stuff AJ put together for you.

Listen, Roberts...

No!

Some drunk black chick Talia.

She's all pissed off
'cause Stein closed her salon.

She's saying I know enough about his
business to ruin his white ass.

Latrell capped D, all right?

But you gonna take care of him.

Want me to bring Lobo along?

Yeah, you go and do that,

and when you're done, you
gonna take care of him, too.

Your brother's been talking,
the nigger is a snitch.

- Who shot the judge's kid?
- I'm workin' on it.

- Yo, Latrell!
- Gun!

I love you.

- This is not your fault.
- Yeah, I know.

You don't want to make those motherfuckers pay?
They're the common enemy.

You could be an ally.
We could figure this out.

Just in the neighborhood,
again, right?

Get the fuck gone now, Ethan.

Move!

♪ 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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I'm right here, man.
Look at me.

Now you need
to speak the fuck up,

because ain't nobody else
gonna do it for you.

I don't know
what this is about.

Right.

I guess we just ridin' around all AM
lookin' for chilly-lookin' motherfuckers.

- Right, Jay?
- Gotta stay warm in this weather.

Look, I think there's been
some kind of mistake.

Ain't no fuckin' mistake, man.
You haven't been rolling around,

- fuckin' followin' people in the city?
- No.

- Harassing motherfuckers?
- Just out getting a coffee.

- Getting a coffee.
- Yeah.

Jay, crip this
lyin' motherfucker!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What you doing, man? Just...
- Whoa, what, motherfucker?

- ...put the gun away. - Don't fuckin'
tell me to put the fuckin' gun away!

Now, look here, one more time
I'm gonna ask you this...

Why you followin' Talia?

- Look, I'm a private investigator.
- A private investigator?

- Yeah, that's right.
- That's bullshit, man!

- Listen...
- You said you was out gettin' coffee.

I'm a private investigator for Marty Stein.
In-house. I'm working a divorce case.

- Look, here...
- Slow your hands down.

A client hired us to look
into her husband, Leo Taylor.

It seems he and a Ms. Freeman
have been hanging out lately.

All right.

We gonna see about this shit.

Yo.

Ethan Kelly.

Yeah.

All right.

Drive.

- Travis turn up?
- No, not quite.

No. I'm going to sleep.
Call me when she comes.

You're a lucky motherfucker.

Never ate breakfast as a kid.

Wanted to go to school on an empty stomach.
Nerves, I guess.

- You eat?
- No. I'm not hungry.

- I can imagine. Sit.
- Right.

I suppose I should thank you
for getting me out of that.

You're in a lot of shit. So, why
don't you hold off on the gratitude

until you tell me
what the fuck is goin' on?

Well, I haven't been
completely honest with you.

Look, I followed a lead
that CC gave me

about a woman that was
talking about you. That's it.

Lot of women talk about me.

Well, this one wasn't
saying very nice things.

Such as?

Something about her salon, and that
she knew enough about your business

to ruin your white ass,
whatever that means.

And you asked CC
to hide this from me?

No, no, no. My mistake is that I should
have come to you. I should have told you.

Do I look like I give a shit
what you should have done?

- You're hiding something from me...
- No, sir...

I can smell it on you.

- I have no interest in that...
- All I wanted to do is check...

General Howard's building
a case against you.

What?

He seems pretty motivated, too.

He sent me across the country
to do it.

You know, you could have named
about a thousand other names

and I might have believed you.

There's no way in a million
years I'd believe that one.

Well, good,
I'm sure he's countin' on it.

You know what?

You can believe me
or don't believe me.

I don't really give a fuck,
to be honest.

But the one thing
that I know for sure,

is that it took a lot to get me
here and even more to keep me.

In my experience, Marty,

a man doesn't go through that kind of
trouble without proper motivation.

We're done.

All right.

You change your mind,
you know where to find me.

Hello?

- You still in town?
- Yeah.

I got an idea, come pick me up.

- Where are you?
- Go to 33rd and Rochester.

- Pull in the car wash.
- Got it.

So, what do you think, huh?

I think today's a full-bagger.

You can only do so much.

We form relationships with these
kids that we never expect.

And then we expect them
to pick up a gun

and shoot into a crowd
coming out of church?

I know what it sounds like.

Maybe he was a
not-so-terribly-good human being.

He was my not-so-terribly-good
human being.

I'm sorry.

You can't blame yourself.

I know this is terrible timing.
I'm sorry, but...

You know how my sister is, and she
keeps asking about brunch on the 5th.

Oh, right.

Um, am I invited to that?

You are. You know you are. Don't
play dumb with me, Deakins.

- I'm not playing dumb. I'm really
this stupid. - You better be.

It's just that, with everything
going on at work right now...

Okay, you know what?

If you abandon me on this,
you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna take this spoon
and I'm going to pick

every last fuckin'...

- You don't have the balls.
- ...chocolate chip out.

- Don't think I have the balls?
- Get your chip-picking spoon

- out of my pancakes, you shithead.
- How do you fuckin' do that?

All right, fine, I'll go. But
it's my playlist, there and back.

Okay, fine.

And I wanna see you
wearing a dress.

All right, I'll go pick one
out of your closet.

And what was so pressing
as to cause you to ignore

repeated communications from
your confidential informant?

I believe Agent Finnegan
was late-setup

on a very interesting anecdote
about a rabbi, a priest

and a Canadian who were all
suffering from severe flatulence.

- Is that right? I'm telling
that right, right? - Yeah.

I'm glad we all find

Agent Deakins' incompetence
so endearing.

But a federal informant
is dead, likely murdered,

and Cups Harris has his boys running all
over you like this is the Wild West.

I'm glad you're here, Angela, keeping us all
informed on how serious the situation is.

Nate.

Think she sucks her coffee up
directly through her asshole?

Where are we at?

Ramirez is running some teams
down on high-pri targets.

- Squeeze 'em till they're blue.
- Same old.

- Judge weigh in?
- He hasn't heard it from me yet.

- I doubt he gives a shit, either way.
- Poor son of a bitch.

- Where do you want us now?
- First bus came in.

You show Cups and his dumb fuckers what
happens when they don't hold up their end.

I don't know. I don't get it.

What's not to get?
They fuck up, we fuck them up.

You know, Cups came to us, then he reneges.
Does that seem right to you?

You give these guys
too much credit.

Cups knows we gotta come back at him.
What's the play?

Cups doesn't have a play,
that's the play.

You heard Guthrie, it's the
Wild Wild West out there.

- Yeah, sure...
- They're not thinkers like us, Deak.

Come on, I'll let you break
the first nose.

You start with Akili.

Yo, Deak?

- Yeah?
- You ever sit courtside before?

- No.
- Why not?

- Can't afford it.
- Well, shit. That's a damn fucking shame.

Well, here. Young Akili
here is gonna treat us.

That's awful charitable of him. Maybe we
can work out some kinda payment plan.

Yo, Akili, how much do, like, two
courtside tickets go for these days?

- Like three, four hundo?
- No, more like five, six.

No, shit? So, you're tellin' me
this pile here is 50, 60 large?

- That can't be right, can it?
- Math checks out.

But I don't know if these'll
actually get us through the gate.

- Why you say that?
- It's just a hunch.

Well, that'd be bad news
for young Akili here.

It's devastating.

- Fifty thousand in counterfeit tickets.
- That's a Class Two felony.

That'd carry
seven years on that.

We're not much interested in the retail
side of things, though, are we, Patty?

No. I got a nose
for the manufacturing myself.

What do you say, Akili?

You point us to the press
these are coming off of,

maybe we can take
a few off your hands.

There's a place called Mezzo
Printing on Lower Clinton Street.

They make these tickets
out back.

Damn, no wonder everyone
is so angry in this city.

It's too cold to be happy.

Yeah, you were such a delight
in California.

Shit!

Why are we just sitting here?

Because I'm the brains,
and I say so.

- Oh, you the brains?
- Yeah, that's right.

- So, what does that make me?
- The eye candy.

So, we get a driver,
a pyrotechnics expert,

and then we get
ourselves an a-team.

Hmm, almost. Now we just
need a little heft.

- Heft?
- Yeah.

And your friend, Marty Stein,
he's the heft, right?

That man's a leviathan.
You wanna get Campbell? Howard?

We need someone
in their weight class.

All right, so why are we sitting
out here, freezing our asses off?

- Let's just go talk to him.
- Jesus Christ, will you relax?

Why'd you come after me and my
friends the way you did?

What do you mean?

It's a simple question, Grace.

I don't know, my job?

No, I mean, the way that
you chose to go about it.

I sized you up
and I took a shot.

- Right, you studied us.
- Of course.

And then you tried
to slow play me.

I figured you'd see right
through it if we came right at you.

Guys like Marty always want
to be in the loop.

They want to know everybody's
business, all the time.

The bomb I just dropped on him,

there's no way
we don't get a reaction.

- What does a reaction look like?
- I don't know yet.

We'll know when
we see it, though.

Hopefully.

Things would be a whole lot easier if
you had just bled out in that hospital.

At last, we agree.

- Get me something good.
- Uh-huh.

- Some haul.
- Yeah, we'll see.

Any problems?

There was a couple in the back who tried
to deface some evidence. Patty got hit.

What?

Gonna wash up.

Don't know shit
about no counterfeit nothing.

Not what it looks like to me, Bindy.
You got felony fraud, felony fraud...

- Looks like this is round three.
- Some bullshit.

Oh, you know what happens
after round three, right?

- Motherfucker gets knocked the fuck out?
- Yeah, that's right.

So, is there something you
want to tell me, Bindy?

What have I been saying?

Got myself
on the upright, you hear?

One of those copy bitches now.
Real legit.

Check out my weak-ass
pay stub.

Talent like this makes you wonder why Google
doesn't recruit out of Garfield Park.

Google doesn't pay as much.

Wait. Go back, go back.

- Hey, D...
- Yo.

Where they stash
my graphic designer?

Patty's got her in two,
I think.

- Can you print that out for me?
- Mmm-hmm.

Thank you.

What do you know
about this man?

Don't know shit about no man.

My tech tells me you got real chops. Bet
Greenville'll put those skills to use,

designing inmate posters
for talent shows and shit.

That sounds pretty
fucking grim to me.

Or maybe, Bindy, you can tell me what
you know about the man in the passport,

and we can pretend you
called in sick to work today.

Why this motherfucker so special to y'all?
Terrorist or some shit?

Oh, you're
a concerned citizen, now?

Just tryin' not to rough
my boy up too deep.

All right, well, I got five
of your co-workers next door.

You think they give
a shit about your boy?

Name's AJ. He's the one
put in for the passport.

All right,
where can we find him?

- Works at Fillies.
- Fillies?

Filmores, it's a strip joint.

See, this motherfucker know.

- AJ have a last name?
- Shit, probably.

Walk me outside, maybe some of that
fresh air kindle my recollection.

And you believe him?

Then think, Marty.
What did you do?

As if there's anything
I could have done.

You know how sensitive
those military types are.

Well then, tell me, please, tell me, what
horrible crime I could have committed?

What calamitous slight
I could have made

to squander
a 50-year relationship?

I was best man at his wedding.
I was...

I was godfather to his kids,
for Christ's sake. This...

I didn't do anything.

Obviously you did something
and now you just can't think of it.

- That's what you have to say?
- Is there something else you'd prefer?

I don't know. How about
a little perspective?

My perspective is you're not
a terribly bright man.

You never have been. And on top of that,
you can be a real son of a bitch.

That's good, thank you.
Keep building me up like that.

But everyone likes Lance.
And Lance likes you.

He gives you credibility. And you've been
trading off that since you were kids.

The only difference between now and then
is the playground got a little bigger.

You think I give a shit
what people think?

I think no one wants
to eat their lunch alone.

So, what should I do?

He's turned on you, Marty.
That's as serious as it gets.

He must know about the guns.

All you can do now
is look him in the eye

and see what you need to see.

And then what?

And then learn to live with it.

Lance? Marty.

Hey, listen, you feel like grabbing
some lunch before you go back?

Okay, there's something
I got to do first.

I'll meet you there
in a couple of hours.

Start the car,
that's him there.

Your boy, Kelly, you trust him?

Talia's got a mouth on her.

Ain't no way.
She knows better than that.

Your boy got it wrong.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

- All right. I'll deal with her.
- Good.

Puts me in
a very difficult position.

I hear that.

Pebbles in a pond, Marlon.

This is how small problems
become very big problems.

Marty, I said
I'll deal with it.

Somethin' else you need?

How are the deliveries coming?

The crates are coming in fine.

Your boys aren't messing with them, right?
These things aren't toys.

What did you get?

You recognize him?

Yeah, that's Marlon Dinard.

- Who's Marlon?
- I'm not sure yet.

He's connected to Marty in some way.
What'd they talk about?

- I didn't get close enough.
- You didn't get close enough?

There they are!

This is Freddy.
No, sir, nothing yet.

No sign of them.

- Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Baldwin.
- Who?

Mr. Baldwin.

- She means AJ.
- Oh.

AJ took his life a couple of days ago.

He killed himself?

Sorry about that.

Her and AJ were pretty close.
She's not over the loss.

Did he give you any indication
that he was...

No more or less
than anyone else around here.

Excuse me, I gotta work.

- Hey.
- Yeah, hey. Guess what?

All those flappin' titties got you
thinking about a career change?

The only flappin' titties
I wanna see are yours, Patty.

- What's goin' on?
- AJ's dead.

- Apparently, he killed himself.
- Shit!

You want me to come down there and
help you with the questioning?

You wish. Call the coroner.
Pull an autopsy.

I want the full workup.
Profile, phone, bank records.

And then, can you text me the address
that Kelly gave us when we pulled him in?

Yes, master.

All right, thank you.

I heard ringing.
Honest to God, bells.

I'm glad it was worth it. Took me six
weeks to save that roll of dimes.

Pennies would've been quicker.

Believe me, I tried.
I couldn't wrap my fist around 'em.

- You were such a shrimp in those days.
- Big enough to cut you down.

I'll admit, the swing had
some zip for such a tiny little Jew.

Remember, we had to sit and
wait for Principal Marion?

Oh, yeah. And you made me
sit in that fuckin' hot seat,

the one that looked
right into her office.

I thought we were goners.

My brothers would have never
let me forget it,

getting my ass kicked
by a pipsqueak like you.

Are you kiddin' me? My father would
have straight up murdered me.

No questions.
No conference with my mother.

He would've taken me out back,
buried me, never mentioned my name again.

I remember, you turned it all around on Sawchuck.
I remember watching you,

- pretending like she was crazy.
- She was crazy.

"We're best friends.
We were just fooling around."

And a bullshit artist was born.

How they bought that fucking
story, I will never know.

Well, I guess we've always made
better friends than enemies.

That's the truth.

You know, to this day, I still
haven't been hit that hard.

Do it again.

We should be closer.

Easy. General Howard
would recognize either one of us.

- Fuck it, I'm going to the bar.
- No, no, no. Grace, Grace.

It's day one.
Let's not blow it on day one.

- No, no...
- Let me get it, save your dimes.

Please, on a military salary?

Random house is giving me
an advance on the book.

Just fine, thank you very much. _

Yeah, but now you've got
to hire a hotshot lawyer

'cause the DOD's gonna come after
you for spilling state secrets.

If only I knew one.

So, the Kelly kid.
He is working out.

So...

So, so, so.
What's with this obsession?

Everybody starting a sentence
with "so" these days.

So, it's a nice day out.
So, my dog has lip cancer.

So, the Canadians have stormed the
border and captured the capital.

- I never thought about it.
- It's an epidemic.

I'm thinking of keeping him
around a while.

Unless you need him back.

I knew you two
would hit it off.

You keep him
as long as you need him.

Okay, good.

Ah, shit!

- What?
- Roberts is calling me in.

You're a little busy.

I've been blowing him off
all day, I can't not show up.

- Give me an hour, okay?
- Which one should I follow?

Stalker's choice.

- You heading out?
- Yeah, I'm meeting Yasmine in the bar.

- Have fun with that.
- All right.

See ya.

This is what you need, ma'am.
Have a good day.

Close it.

I had a conversation
with Marty today.

- He apologize?
- Yeah.

- He's sorry, all right.
- Good.

- That it?
- Come sit over here, Talia.

Come sit over here.

When you hear my name,
what do you think?

- What?
- Marlon. What does that mean to you?

I don't know.
I mean, you my brother.

Yeah, I know that.
But what does that mean?

- What?
- What the fuck does my name mean?

- Mar, I don't...
- Don't use my name.

Don't use my name,
'cause you don't give a shit.

You out there talkin' about
Marty, talkin' about his shit.

- You talkin' about my shit.
- Mar, I'm sorry. I was upset.

- Upset?
- I didn't mean to...

I wasn't thinking.

You wasn't thinking? When the
fuck do you ever think, Talia?

You gonna bring
a motherfucker down!

I'm spendin' my life
tryin' to put us up,

you gonna bring a
motherfucker down, for what?

- You're right, Marlon, I'm sorry.
- No. No, no...

- I know, I messed up...
- No, fuck that shit.

What do I have to do
to make you see?

Huh? What do I have to do?

What I do and what you do. Ain't
nothin' else, ain't nobody else.

This is the only shit
that matters.

You feel different about that,
let me know.

Shit can change real quick.

- Yes?
- Afternoon, sir, I'm Agent Deakins, DEA,

I'm looking for Mr. Kelly.

I'm Mr. Kelly.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I'm looking for Ethan Kelly.

Oh, well, you're about
20 years too late for that.

He hasn't lived here
since he was in high school.

- You're his father.
- I suppose you could call me that.

- Do you have any idea where
I might find him? - Is he in trouble?

No, it's nothing like that.
He's just helping us on an investigation.

I needed a quick follow-up.
Wires must have gotten crossed.

Well, you might find him at the Stein firm.
He's working there now.

- Stein? Marty Stein?
- That's right.

- Is that recent?
- Sorry, what did you say your name was?

- Deakins. - Well, I'll tell him
you came looking for him.

That'd be appreciated.

So, what do you have for me?

It's been a quiet day.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

Marty met with his chandelier
guy, Marlon Dinard.

I'll get Freddy to do
a background check on him.

Nothing else?

No. Good recon
takes time, Roberts.

Well, you're the expert.

Where do you think
you're going?

Are we not done?

Freddy will be by in a bit,

I want you to look into that Dinard character.
See if anything pops up.

- Okay. Well, I'll do it tomorrow.
- No. You'll do it now.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hey!
I got the workup on AJ.

Oh, nice.

Two tours in Afghanistan.

Six years running ops for a private
contractor out of Kandahar.

Votan Security.

- That's Kelly's outfit.
- Oh, yeah?

He caught a head injury from an IED
and the company shipped him home.

Off and on disability
for the next five years.

Misdemeanor bust for oxy.

Worked a couple bouncing gigs
to pay for the lawyer fees.

He tried to get a medical
pension out of Votan.

Good luck with that.

Coroner ruled it a suicide.

One shot to the temple.

Not hard to see why a guy like that would
wanna blow his brains out, though.

You talked to Kelly?

- Kinda.
- What's that mean?

He wasn't home.

His father said
he worked for Marty Stein.

- Marty Stein?
- Hmm.

Why do I know that name?

Oh, is that the guy
who reps the Sox?

Hey, check this out.

I think AJ and Hutchings got
a call from the same number.

Who was that?

Sophie Hale.

Huh.

What would a bouncer,
a lawyer and ex-soldier

have in common
with a dead reporter?

Let's find out.

I won't say anything.

I'm sorry?

The man you're with...

It's General Howard, right?

I recognized him from C-SPAN.

Is that so?

Don't worry.
I won't tell his wife.

Actually, his wife
already knows.

The whole thing was her idea.

Oh...

And you fell for that?

I'm his biographer.

Whatever gets you off.

Sophie Hale?

Haven't seen her.

Agent Deakins, DEA.

Your assistant said
we would find you here.

Did she mention I was on lunch?

Sorry to ambush you like this,
Miss Hale,

but if you've got a second,
we'd really appreciate it.

We wanna ask you a few
questions about AJ Baldwin.

- Who?
- You don't recognize the name?

Not off the top of my head.

Then can you tell me why your cell
phone made a 48-second call to him,

Thursday night,
at 1:00 in the morning?

No, actually, I can't.

Can you tell us what
you were doing that night?

Hmm.

I was with a friend,

we made spaghetti
and then he fucked my brains out.

How about the name
Adam Hutchings?

Does that mean anything to you?

I suppose that's what
your records tell you.

Well, Agent Deakins, I think
you're going to have to explain

what this is all about if you
want me to say anything more.

There's nothing to explain.

At the moment, we're just trying to make
sense of a few strange coincidences.

Such as?

You made contact with both
Hutchings and Baldwin,

both of who are dead under
suspicious circumstances.

They also knew Ethan Kelly, who works
with you at Marty Stein's law firm.

Well, that is strange.

And why is that?

Because I had no idea
that Mr. Kelly worked with me.

Are you saying
you've never met him before?

I'm saying, I'm done
volunteering my time.

You want anything more,
get a subpoena.

_

What do you want?

The General's
fucking his biographer.

That's original.

Yeah.
They just left the hotel.

So, I'm gonna check the room,
see what I can find.

All right.
Well, listen...

I'm stuck here for a bit.

Give me a couple of hours, I'll
meet you back at the hotel room.

Can't wait.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- Oh! No, not a problem.

_

It's about fuckin' time.

Sorry. Got caught up.

Yeah, we should do this tomorrow.
Go home.

Let Roberts know I waited.

_

Why you?

I'm not sure
I understand the question.

Why send you?

Lance is a very powerful guy.

Why go through back channels like this?
He wants to bury me.

Are you asking what they
told me or my opinion?

How about whatever's
so close to the truth,

you can kiss it on the lips.

It feels personal,

like he wants to embarrass you.

And so, your job is to what?

Befriend me and then sabotage?

- Whistleblower?
- Yeah, something like that.

- And now, you've had a change of heart?
- No. No.

No?

I'm not here
voluntarily, Marty.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means, I think that you and I
could be valuable to each other.

That's what it means.

The only way you're valuable
to me is if I can trust you,

and I can't trust you
as far as I can spit.

You got a long list of people
you can trust right now?

All right.

What do you propose?

You know what, I'm all done
with propositions today.

I figure it's your turn.

The only way this works,
you and me,

is if you tell me everything.

Every fucking thing.

From soup to nuts.

- All right.
- We get to the end of the story,

and if you've
left anything out...

we're done, we're finished.

- Understand?
- Yeah.

Where would you
like me to start?

Why don't you
start with the soup?

After the planes hit the towers,
I walked out of Harvard Law.

I joined the army,

to fight for my country.

My friend, who was
trying to kill me,

and I stabbed him
in the neck with a...

Ah, it doesn't matter.

And I got, uh...

I got shot by
a federal officer.

I was laid in a hospital.

I was drugged
for three days and...

Hmm, gave me time to sit and...

And just go back and look at all the
things that happened between us all.

Then, I boarded a plane and they sent me
here to Chicago, darkening your doorstep.

I suppose,
this is the first time

that I've said it all out loud.

Jesus.

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