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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