Previously on Rogue...
I know you killed them.
Those three American soldiers did not die in a helicopter crash.
I know you were in the Swat Valley.
The same place that those Special Ops soldiers
delivered 10 million in cash to a warlord named Massoud.
I know that you robbed them
and I know that you executed them.
And you think I'm capable of that?
Yeah. Actually, I do.
Cheat, he was gonna get us caught.
That's the fucking chair, man. That's the fucking chair.
So, you killed Cheat?
It's gonna be okay.
Ray!
Spud!
What the fuck did you do?
I'm not looking over my shoulder.
This ends today.
I love you, man.
I'm not done with you yet.
I heard that was your MO.
The CIA were giving millions of taxpayer dollars to a Taliban gangster.
We were this close to getting Massoud to the negotiating table.
And it's all gone to shit
because of four small, short-sighted, greedy motherfuckers.
Now, you keep your mouth shut.
You're our greedy motherfucker now.
The Feds are serious about re-opening your shooting reviews.
That's bad for you. And that's bad for me.
So Ethan Kelly just gets away with it?
Scream and shout all you like, this is never coming out.
Well, if anyone knows about covering shit up, it would be you.
Is that a threat?
I'll get it. Can I help you?
Mom, who's at the door?
♪ 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 ready.
I'm ready now.
There we go.
People call me a conspiracy nut.
But that's just a way to dismiss what I have to say.
What I write about
aren't conspiracies,
they're simply the way powerful people do business.
Ready?
Can you state your name?
Norma Jean.
But you call me Marilyn.
Are you aware that your net worth is almost 45 million dollars?
Oh, my!
Now...
And this is very important.
When did you start running guns?
Whatcha watching?
- Big things, CC. Big things. - Dude. Your nose, man.
Jesus, Hutchings. Do you have to do that shit in here?
I'm feeling good tonight, CC.
My story's finally coming together.
I'm back in the game, my friend.
- Going to meet with the last big piece right now. - Uh-huh.
Woodward, Bernstein, Assange, Adam Hutchings.
Right.
Mmm!
How about another drink for good luck?
I give you another one, you run someone over, it's my ass.
I see you.
- Asshole. - Shit. I gotta go.
- Dude, you're not driving? - It's not my car.
It's still a car.
Hutch?
Hey.
Here ya go, Frankie. Stay warm.
Oh, fuck.
Anything?
Nothing yet.
Hey. He's here, right?
You said, he's gonna be here.
He better be here.
Incoming 12 o'clock.
Who the fuck is this guy?
This could be a customer.
We got movement. South corner.
Cups is in the house.
Hey, hey, hey. Ears up, Diaz.
Hey, man. This is my shot. This is a big deal for me.
I'm not carrying anything.
He said he'll be here in five.
He said he was gonna be here at 11.
It's 11:10. What the fuck, man?
I mean, he said 11, I'm here at 11.
Fuck!
Deakins, you know anything about this?
No, but whoever it is, he's high on something.
Yeah.
All right, I got you.
All right.
- He said he ain't comin'. - Fuck's sake.
- What the fuck, man? He just said... - What?
Things change, all right. Just relax.
Okay.
Okay, so, what do we do?
Me?
I'm gettin' my frosty black ass
into a hot bed with some warm-ass pussy, man.
Fuck!
What the fuck is going on?
Deakins, Finnigan?
You follow the white guy.
Go!
Come on. You're gonna lose him.
I go any faster, he'll make us.
Come on.
He ran a red. Let's pull him.
What the fuck's he doing?
You think he made us?
- Shit! - Holy shit!
Shit! Jesus!
What the fuck are you doing? Hey, hold on.
Deaks, get in the...
- Help me! - Holy shit!
Deaks! Deaks!
I'm gonna be a father, guys.
Gotta be responsible.
Look, you do this,
you never have to worry anymore.
You're gonna live the good life.
We agreed to talk to him, Ray.
Not kill him.
Everything we've done up to now was for that business,
so we could be our own men.
These weren't the kinda men we were trying to be.
How'd it get this bad, Ray?
You never were one of us.
All right, it's time to go.
Just give me a minute.
Your flight for Chicago leaves in two hours.
All the info you need is in there.
That's Marty Stein.
After meeting him, you'll connect with Lloyd Roberts.
He's General Howard's guy.
It's been a while since you've been home, huh?
It'll be nice,
you'll be able to drop in on your dad.
We have a very tight fucking leash on you, Kelly.
Tell me you got a name on the driver.
Forensics is into it. But I wouldn't hold my breath.
The guy was like, in a million charred pieces.
How about a VIN on the car?
Yeah, I'm working on it.
Look, Deak, please don't go full Monk on me here, okay?
You said it yourself, the guy was all coked up.
His car exploded.
He slammed into a dumpster.
Gas tank was leaking.
- Still... - Three words, Deak.
Fast and Furious.
- Never saw it. - Serious? They made like 14 of them.
And I'm talking about the real fucking guy.
Yeah, well, the real guy didn't meet with a scumbag banger before he went boom.
You know what I'm thinkin'?
I'm thinkin' a couple of Maxie's dogs, extra kraut and onions.
Hey, I hope your CI's not expecting a raise.
Fucking Lobo.
Look, he said that this was going to be a big deal. Maybe it was.
Some white guy doesn't randomly show up
to talk to Cups in the middle of nowhere then dies in a fireball?
All right, here we go.
All I'm saying is maybe it wasn't an accident.
All right, look, you wanna dick around with conspiracy theories, you go right ahead.
But you're gonna have to account for the overtime.
- Perfect. - Right.
I hope you're thinkin' Maxie's.
Lobo.
Fucking...
Lobo.
- Mr. Kelly? - Yeah.
- Come in before we both catch our death. - Thank you.
Mr. Stein will be right with you.
Can I get you something?
Coffee? A pastry?
I'm fine, thank you very much.
Well, just call if you change your mind.
- I'm Elizabeth. - Pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth.
Jerry Hotchkiss next door and Herb from across the street,
they both buy snow blowers, yeah.
Top-of-the-line, gas-powered this,
electric that, guaranteed to move 18 inches of snow, without breaking a sweat.
What happens last year, first snow?
They last, maybe, five minutes.
Clog. Dead.
Nada. Nothing.
So, what do they do this year? They run out to Sears
to buy the new and improved model.
I give 'em till Christmas tops.
- Marty Stein. - Ethan Kelly.
That's the problem with America today.
Whatever it is, someone'll sell you a new and improved model,
whether you need it or not.
Well, nobody's ever improved on a shovel, have they?
Bingo!
- You like that, huh? - What is it?
The Trial by Franz Kafka. Pages from the original manuscript.
- I'm impressed. - Fuck that.
I'm the one who's impressed.
Leaving Harvard Law school to fight for your country,
they should put your face on a stamp.
No, a mountain.
- What did you do? Two tours? - Three.
And then you go and get yourself shot in San Francisco.
- That's a hell of a thing. - Hmm.
Thank you, Betsy.
Thank you. You forgot my friend here.
Oh, I'm fine, thank you very much.
She's a good woman. Betsy.
She's been with me, oh, my God, I don't even know how long.
Our secret, yeah?
Middle of the day, she'll ground me for a week.
Why am I here, Mr. Stein?
You're right. Time's money.
Especially, when you bill by the half hour. Sit down.
Thank you.
Okay, what do you know about me?
Uh, you went to Loyola Law.
You started your own firm and now you have 30 lawyers working for you.
Even I can Google, son.
You haven't been inside a courtroom in 20 years.
If the other side forces you into a courtroom,
you've already lost. What else?
I know you once dated Laura Linney.
I did.
Took her to a Bulls game.
Her father was a client.
You drink Michter's Bourbon.
You claim to have a 15 handicap but it's...
it's really 12, isn't it?
No, no, no, it's a 15.
I just play a whole lot better when money's on the line.
I don't like losing.
And I don't like being tested.
General Lance Howard is a very good friend of mine.
I've known him for a very long time.
I tell him I'm in a jam,
and I need help getting out of it,
he recommends you, says you're pretty good.
Well, I guess that depends on, uh,
what it is that you want me to do?
God damn it, I love you Harvard guys.
Okay.
Someone snatched a redwell from my office.
There's some very sensitive information about the firm in it.
My problem is some son of a bitch
pain-in-my-ass reporter Adam Hutchings somehow got his hands on the contents
and now he's hassling my employees.
He knows things he should not know.
Information that only someone from inside my firm would have access to.
I represent some very high-profile people.
It gets out that I can't keep confidential information confidential,
my business, my career, my whole ball game is shot to shit.
I need you to find the leak.
I understand.
Come here.
This is a thumb drive.
With background information on everyone who works at my firm.
Start at the top with the partners,
and work your way down to the woman who cleans the pisspot at night.
- All right. - There's also some cash,
keys to an apartment in one of my buildings and keys to a Buick Lacrosse.
I hope that's okay. I only buy American.
I'll see what I can do, Mr. Stein.
Ethan?
If I didn't say it before, I'm saying it now,
thank you for your service.
Hey, Lobo!
- Not here, man. Not here. - Get in the fucking car, Lobo.
Hey, Lobo!
Hey, man, she's gonna get me clipped.
Where the fuck we going?
You're going to jail.
For what? I gave you everything.
What you said was there was a big deal going down last night at the Yards.
What happened last night at 11PM?
Nothing happened.
So they switched up, that's on me?
Who was the white guy at the Yards, Lobo?
Man, I don't know white people.
And I wasn't even there last night.
Hey.
I don't know this fuckin' dude, man.
Why don't you use your facial recognition and shit?
All right, Patrick, pull over.
You're about to throw a 14-month relationship out the window.
What, you want me to ask around who the white guy was?
That's the general idea, Lobo.
Get me a name.
Find out what he was doing there.
And this is where you get out of the car.
Oh, man, we drove like five miles.
This is not a car service.
Get some exercise. Get your heart rate up.
Freddy Miller.
- From Stein? - Yeah.
No offense but I'm supposed to be meeting with Lloyd Roberts.
None taken.
He here?
He wouldn't miss this for the world.
Freddy, you mind?
Marty Stein represents about 600 clients in a variety of businesses
including sports, medicine, the arts, manufacturing and finance.
Hmm.
Justice Department has been after him for a year or so.
Perjury, witness tampering, conspiracy, fraud, bribery.
Never been able to lay a glove on him.
IRS has lost count of how many audits they've done.
What does this have to do with the DOD?
That's our Embassy in Kampala.
Our boys in Mogadishu.
Now we believe one of Stein's clients
is involved in contravening US sanctions.
He's supplying arms to our enemies overseas.
Through Stein, we get him.
Maybe save some lives.
So that's my job?
Your job is to do what I tell you to do.
You're here to get Marty to like you.
Trust you. Use you.
Or you're of no use to either one of us.
Well, maybe I'll talk to General Howard.
As far as you're concerned, I am the General.
- I'm kinda hungry. How's the food here? - Hey!
Fuck you, Kelly!
Look, I don't like you.
I don't like that you killed three of our boys in Pakistan.
I don't like that you did it for money.
And I really don't like that I had to clean up all the shit you left behind.
Just so we're clear, if it were up to me,
you would have bled out in that hospital in San Francisco.
The bottom line is
I'm sick and tired of cleaning up your shit.
If I have to use the mop even once,
I promise you, you got yourself a one-way ticket to Leavenworth,
capped off with a needle in your arm.
I'm watching you.
Understood?
Yeah.
One big happy family, huh?
Roberts wants you to use this.
What did you find out?
Well, this bangin' attorney
is at the top of Marty's food chain.
Apparently, she likes to hang out at a place called Edison's.
She wouldn't just leave like that.
I mean, we were sitting on the couch watching TV.
I know it's hard, all right.
But maybe sometimes she just needed to get away...
- I mean, I know I... - Are you even listening to me?
Look, sir, she's in trouble, okay?
I know she is.
Okay. Okay.
Look, I'm not supposed to do this.
Here's her credit card records.
This was issued to an undercover alias
your mom used last June.
And this
was taken yesterday
on the I-80 outside of Reno.
She's fine.
- She's just... - You can't tell anything from this.
Thanks for nothing.
Four, man.
Three shots Stoli, 21 bucks.
Thanks.
Go ahead and keep it.
- Very generous. Thank you. - Cheers.
- Ooh. - Boom!
Did you feel that?
Oh, it's very funny.
- That's kinda rough. - Yeah.
See if you're still laughing when I jam this cue up your urethra.
Oh, nice talk.
It's about as close as you're gonna get
to actually hitting a ball.
On either of these two anyway.
- Funny girl. - I don't have a shot.
No, you got a shot.
No, no, no! No coaching.
- Sophie's gotta do this herself. - Yeah, no coaching.
Come here for a second, let me show you something.
You see the three? Look at the three.
Slide it by the fourth bank, side pocket.
- Maybe you don't scratch it. - Maybe.
Well, "maybe" is good for what you got there.
Well, go ahead then.
No, no, I don't... I'm an innocent bystander.
- Please, after you. - Oh.
It's a lot easier to stand by than it is to stand in.
I insist.
Fellas, you all right?
- Go for it. - Sure?
- Knock yourself out. - Okay, thanks.
Shit!
I could've done that.
I'm a little out of practice. There's not a lot of pool tables in Jaghatu.
Ah, Afghanistan! Army?
173rd Airborne, yeah.
Cool.
- Rangers? - Yeah.
He's on my team.
- I didn't even tell you what it is. - Hmm.
You do that, Scotty.
Now why don't you lay it all out for us?
Oh, I will.
See, he knows I said so.
One comment and I'm out.
Marty doesn't give a fuck what you think about Betsy.
Who's Betsy?
That is the question, Ethan, that is the question.
And I'm just standing there with my dick in my hand.
At least that won't get you in trouble with the wife.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Peace and love, folks, I'm out.
Boy, you coming?
Yeah.
You know, at this pace, I think I'm gonna need
a little bit more ice.
Well, aren't you a delicate thing.
Hmm.
West Coast has kinda got me soft, darling.
Pace yourself there, soldier,
'cause I'm gonna need you at full attention tonight.
That's big there, yeah.
Hmm...
It's just right.
Mmm!
- Ah! - Oh!
- Fuck me. - Oh!
Jesus, what happened?
I knew you were in it for the brownie points.
Lowry wants the report on his desk, first thing.
This job would be fun if we didn't have to work.
Speaking of, CPD finally got back with an ID
on the vic in the crash car.
His name is Ron Keeler.
He's a dentist. Lives out in Barrington.
They just notified next of kin.
So what's Ron Keeler doing with Cups in the middle of the night?
I figure, first thing, we swing by,
talk to the widow, see what's what.
You're gonna share with the class?
I know that's not a coffee pot in the drawer.
Come on.
Since when do you drink whiskey?
Since I was 12.
What's going on?
Deaks?
Talk to me.
It's my dad's birthday.
To Papa Deakins.
He kept a bottle of that stuff
on the top shelf in the kitchen.
Take a couple shots every night before dinner.
So, this one night, when I was 12,
I climbed up on the counter,
poured myself a glass...
...burned my toes.
So, of course I just
filled it with enough water so he wouldn't notice.
Mmm. They do notice. I got scars to prove it.
That night at dinner,
I take a big gulp of my iced tea,
and I swear, I...
It was like my insides were on fire.
He just looked at me and winked.
Didn't say a word.
So, now every year on his birthday...
I could pound a few with a guy like that.
He'd put up with you if he was still around.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
He'd be fuckin' proud of you, you know that?
So, you ever kill anyone?
What's your guess?
The way you fuck, I guess, yes.
You?
In the courtroom?
Hell, yeah.
Mmm, I bet.
What about your colleagues?
The pretty boy, uh, what's his deal?
- Scotty? - Mmm-hmm.
He's a drama queen.
There's always something with him.
Seemed like he was ready to throw down tonight.
His boss took over some of his deals.
Oh, yeah?
Thinks he's being sidelined so
he's pissed.
Kinda maybe deserved it.
- How is that? - He got caught
cracking jokes about the boss',
um,
untraditional relationship with his housekeeper.
I don't even know, what the hell does that mean?
Trust me,
you don't wanna know.
Come join me when you get your legs under you.
Believe it or not,
I think you missed a spot.
Oh, fuck.
Oh.
AJ? Hey, man.
This is Kelly.
All right, I'm gonna do some restocking,
I'll be downstairs.
AJ!
Oh, Kelly!
Come here, AJ. Come here, man.
Look at you, you look like a fuckin' hippie.
Get over here! Good to see you, man.
- Man, it's been a long time. - Oh! How've you been?
- I'm good. - You're lookin' good. Come on!
Let's get a drink. Sit down, sit down, sit down.
- Nikki, vodka! Bring a bottle. - You got it!
So, tell me. How are you?
Oh, take a look around, fella.
Nasty snatch and cum-stained carpets.
- I mean, this is the life right here. - Yeah.
You always were the dreamer.
Yeah, well, I guess it's not that bad.
- At least I'm not getting shot at anymore. - Shit.
I've been home for what, a day,
and I've already heard more gunfire
than when I was on my first tour.
Yeah, well, Chicago.
The Middle East of the Midwest.
Yeah, it's hard to remember why I left.
Cheers.
How are the boys?
The same.
- For the most part, yeah. - Yeah, I bet.
Shit, man, I'm so jealous of you guys,
startin' your own thing.
Being your own bosses.
Yeah, it's, uh, it's been a real trip.
You guys looking for another partner?
No, no, no.
No, I'm just fuckin' with you, Kelly. Jesus.
Besides, I'd miss out on all this.
- There's, there's something that I need from you, AJ. - Oh, yeah?
You still got the connect on the get-out-of-town package?
I mean, the passport, ID, transport, all that shit?
Everything okay?
No, man I, I've, I fucked up bad this time.
Fucked up.
I have some people that I gotta get away from
and I mean, quick.
- Okay. - I gotta disappear, you got me?
Yeah, man, yeah. I do, I just...
...never thought I'd hear that from you.
Yeah, well...
Life works in funny ways.
Well, the neighborhood's turned to shit.
It's not so bad.
So, when did you, uh...
Uh, just a few days ago.
- For good? - No, no.
Did you, uh, did you redo the porch?
- Yeah. - Yeah, looks good.
Mom will like that.
- You think so? - Yeah.
You know, um,
German still makes the best bear claws in town.
I actually don't have time, Dad.
Yeah, sure.
I know... I should, uh, get to work anyway. Well...
There's a real conniption if I'm late.
Hmm.
Okay.
_
May I help you?
- Mrs. Keeler? - Mmm-hmm.
Agent Deakins, DEA.
This is Detective Finnegan of the police.
They've been to see me?
Yes, they have.
I'm stricken with grief.
Well, we were separated. He was an asshole.
Uh, do you mind if we ask you some questions?
Knock yourself out.
Did your husband use drugs?
Coke, methamphetamine, heroin?
Probably, he was an asshole.
Did he associate with any known gang members?
Yeah, he was an asshole.
Mrs. Keeler, any help you could give us
would be greatly appreciated.
Um, I'm doing my best.
Does your husband have any enemies?
Anyone with reason to want him dead?
Same reason why I haven't had an orgasm in 20 years.
'Cause he's an asshole, ma'am?
Yeah, you see? This one gets it.
Oh.
Excuse me.
It's the asshole.
What?
Hello?
Listen to me, I don't know what kind of sick joke
you think this is, but I didn't fucking die, okay?
Telling the whole world that I fucking died in a...
Turns out he wasn't in the car.
Asshole won't die just to spite me.
Um, Mr. Keeler.
So this Adam Hutchings, he was the guy in the car?
Uh-huh, I had Mahoney put together a prelim on him.
Just got a couple of DUI and a possession charge.
- Paints a pretty clear picture, I think. - Hmm.
Well, who the fuck do I talk to about it?
Who the hell is that?
That? That's Ron Keeler.
The asshole.
You Hutchings?
Maybe.
Who are you?
Why did Scott send you?
I'd leave Scott the fuck alone, okay?
Scott didn't send shit. I came on my own
to tell you to back the fuck up!
How's that working out for you?
Shit, man.
I'm just trying to look out for my baby brother.
Come here, come here.
Listen to me.
You tell Scott to come meet me right now
or I'm going to his fuckin' office, you hear me?
Now go call him.
Go call him right now.
Just have a seat right there, please.
Thanks for comin' in to help clear this up.
Yeah, sure.
Just came to pick up my Caddy.
Can I talk to you two about that?
Unfortunately, Dr. Keeler,
insurance is gonna have to handle that.
The vehicle was toasted in the accident.
Jesus, God damn it.
Fuckin' Adam.
You realize your friend is dead.
He's my neighbor.
Yeah, yeah. Real shame.
So, if you two weren't close, why did he have your car?
He had my keys.
Gave him 20 bucks to move it while I was away,
for street cleaning.
I never said he could drive it.
The guy was a fuckin' alcoholic.
What am I, retarded?
Do you know what Mr. Hutchings did for a living?
Uh, he's a reporter or some shit?
A reporter?
Yeah, kinda. He was one of those, uh,
conspiracy nut-jobs, you know?
Do you know of anyone who might have wanted to hurt him?
Half of Chicago, probably.
He's always spinning shit about some backroom deals.
Dirty cops, judges, politicos.
And what the fuck does this have to do with my vehicle?
I know you're pissed at Marty and I know that
you've been talking to Adam Hutchings.
I need to know what you gave him.
You're workin' for Marty.
Scott, if I tell him what I know
you'll be shit-canned at the end of the day.
I hope you polished your resume, Councilor.
Hutchings found out I got, uh, arrested.
For what?
Lewd conduct in a public restroom.
With, uh, with a guy.
Hmm, Scott,
I doubt anybody gives a shit
what gloryhole you put your dick in.
Yeah, my wife and kids might.
So, you're saying Hutchings was blackmailing you.
For what?
I don't know.
He just wanted to talk about some
real estate deal I closed.
Real estate? I don't understand.
Neither did I, I mean,
I do like a thousand of these for Marty every year.
Mmm-hmm.
Hutchings wanted to see the closing document.
The, um, Crown building on Douglas.
Yeah, what's so special about the Crown building on Douglas?
Nothin'.
I mean, it's just another shitty apartment in a shitty neighborhood.
- Did you give him the document? - I gave him the finger.
This guy just kept hassling.
Finally, I mentioned something to my brother and then there was...
Isn't just me he's been hounding, though.
What do you mean?
It means, Hutchings has been talking to everyone involved in that deal.
He's got shit on all of us.
Can I help you?
Yeah, Harper Deakins, DEA.
Ethan Kelly, Citizen.
Do you live here?
No, no, but I'm assuming you guys already know that.
You mind telling us what you're doing here?
Uh, I'm waiting for Adam.
Do you have any idea when he's coming back?
Probably will be a while.
Why don't you come down to our office
and wait for Adam there?
No, I'm, I'm fine here.
I'm sorry, Mr. Kelly, but this house
is part of a federal investigation
so we're gonna need you to answer a few questions.
Squirrel's back.
Huh?
Been giving the Finches grief again.
Don't do that.
There's not a lot of food around this time of year.
The Finches depend on the feeders for seed.
I'll get the pellet gun after dinner.
Hello, Stein residence.
Yes.
Okay, just a moment.
Call for you.
I'm eating!
I think you're gonna wanna take this.
He was doing a piece on military contractors
and he wanted to interview me.
He said, uh, if I'm running late,
just head around back and let yourself in
and that's what I did.
When did you last speak to him?
Uh, I believe, yesterday.
See, now I have a problem with that,
seeing as he was dead yesterday.
Well, I mean, it might have been the day before.
I, I don't remember.
Adam Hutchings was murdered, Mr. Kelly.
And now I find you snooping around his house
with a thin reason for being there.
I wasn't snooping, I was waiting.
I mean, I opened the door for you.
If I was trying to hide something, why would I do that?
Three tours, silver star,
honorable discharge.
So what have you been doing after the military?
Just readjusting to civilian life.
That can't be easy.
I make do.
Deakins?
Wrap it up.
- What? - Just got a phone call from upstairs.
You gotta let him go.
Who the fuck even knows he's here?
Oh, I don't know, I didn't ask.
Just cut him loose.
Hey, what the fuck just happened?
I don't know.
Did you know he was dead when you hired me?
You know, when I was 10 years old,
I was watching television with the old man.
The news... Well, no, I wasn't watching the news.
I was on the floor
trying to figure out my brand new Slinky.
But the old man was watching,
and I remember hearing the newscaster say
something about,
the state of Illinois versus Packwood.
And I'm floored. I'll tell you.
I'm thinking, the state of Illinois!
What is that, 12, 13 million people
against one poor schmuck?
So, I, I ask the old man and said,
"Pop, who's gonna help this guy?"
And the old man shakes his head and says,
"God, if he's lucky.
A lawyer, if he's not."
I help people who have run out of luck, Ethan.
No, I didn't know that Adam Hutchings was dead
when I brought you on board.
Yeah, well, it's a DEA agent back there
that thinks he was murdered.
You don't know anything about that?
That's my old man's place.
I remember the day he bought it.
He popped open a cheap bottle of champagne.
Even let me have a sip.
He and my mom danced all night long...
_
...right there in aisle two.
My mom knocked over a box of nails.
The old man says, "No.
Leave it.
Tonight we celebrate, tomorrow we work."
He died right there.
On aisle two, as it turns out.
Grabbed his heart, fell right to the floor.
Careful not to knock over another box of nails.
Developer tried to buy this property
from the landlord, but I outbid him.
So, I figured the old man would appreciate that.
You still haven't answered my question.
You're a smart kid, Ethan,
for crying out loud.
Use that Harvard brain of yours and pick a side.
You can climb to the top of the fuckin' Ziggurat if you want.
Who knows, maybe I can help you get there.
I'm gonna get a cab.
AJ. Yeah, I'm on my way. All right.
There he is!
Here's our boy. Come in.
Please.
Close the door.
Your passport and the other stuff.
AJ put together for you.
Come on, take it.
Get out of here.
Listen, Roberts...
No!
You wanna go?
Go.
I'll say goodbye to your dad for you.
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