Previously on Rogue...
Just making sure.
What the fuck is that? What the fuck is this?
You took a risk, saying those drugs were yours.
So you don't believe me, do you?
So, roommate to roommate,
- were they your drugs? - No.
Were they Jack's?
The cops probably planted it on him or something.
Jack's gonna propose.
Marlon's gonna be a big ass businessman.
You his nigga, Marlon.
His mandingo slave boy.
Hutchings was a reporter, chasing a story.
This is what they do.
What is that?
- It's urban art. - No, what is that?
That. Is that something on the lens?
General Howard's building a case against you.
What?
It feels personal, like he wants to embarrass you.
So what's this all about?
I'm First Lieutenant Ethan Kelly.
I killed three US Marines.
Only a crazy man walks into the US Attorneys' office and confesses.
We gotta tell the whole story from A to Z.
- AJ set up a meeting with my team and the DOD. - Who did you meet with?
A Lloyd Roberts, special aide to the office of General Lance Howard.
Roberts is General Lance Howard's right-hand.
Could be looking at corruption that reaches
to the highest levels of the us military.
They're gonna start to think that it must've been
Howard and Roberts who conspired to steal that money.
What about Roberts?
They're gonna find a nice, little surprise at his house.
Marty, you could have saved yourself a trip. We have a full confession on videotape.
Ethan Kelly, you are under arrest for murder.
You have the right to a lawyer.
I am his fucking lawyer!
♪ 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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Excuse me.
You came in. Now, get out!
One minute. I'm heading back to Chicago forthwith,
so I will get to the point, Donna.
I don't think you've thought through the ramifications of your decision.
I know Ethan Kelly rots in jail for murder if I tell the truth.
I'm good.
If Ethan Kelly goes down, then your husband, your kids' father,
goes down too. Again.
"Your daddy's a murderer."
That will follow your kids wherever you go.
Get out of my house.
You don't stick to our agreement,
every parent, every teacher, every student in that school
will know about you, your husband and your kids.
I will see to it.
I will make it my hobby.
And I promise you,
this stink will follow you wherever you go, wherever you try to hide,
however far away you run.
- You're disgusting. - Yes, I'm a lawyer.
Okay!
Little powdered sugar,
and for the piece de resistance.
Perfect.
Perfect?
- Meh. - Meh?
So,
mom says you're having trouble with your history project. You want some help?
You can't help me.
I know my history.
Dad, I signed a letter promising no outside help.
They'll throw me out of the school.
They're not gonna throw you out of the school.
Eat.
Lloyd Roberts?
- Yes, how can I help you? - We have a warrant to search the premises.
- Who is it? - It's just work stuff, sweetie.
Do you have any firearms on the premises?
Yeah, in a gun vault.
What's all this?
I have no idea.
Kelly, you got a visitor. Open number four.
Turn around. Face the wall.
Arms behind your back.
How are you?
Could use a decent meal.
- I'll smuggle you in a sandwich. - Hmm.
I met with a shrink for three hours yesterday. Make sure I wasn't crazy.
- You're not. Clearly. - Hmm.
So how long you figure this part is?
Depends. They have a lot to work through.
They're gonna have to go through their process.
- They find the money? - In process.
What about Donna? She do her part?
- She will. - But she hasn't yet.
She will.
You could've confessed anywhere.
Marty knew that Cynthia Richmond
would fully vet this because she needs the win.
She's vain. It's her weakness.
What's yours?
Men in uniform.
You gotta trust Marty.
Do I have any other choice, Sophie?
Hang in there.
So, I'm thinking,
for dinner,
some lamb chops.
And,
maybe, a nice, grilled salmon,
some kinda Pesto dish and a very special Cabernet. You can go to the basement.
- I'll handle it. How'd it go with Donna? - Oh, God. Coin flip.
Well, it all comes down to her. I hope you didn't fuck it up.
God damn it. This is going to be a good dinner party.
Well, it's certainly one way to play it.
And one more thing.
Yes, if Marco's has fresh oysters, I'll get a couple dozen.
- Marry me. - I thought you'd never ask.
- And Miss Betsy? - Yes?
These eggs are terrific!
Lloyd?
That's my daughter's bed, guys. Come on, please!
Is this really necessary? This is an honest home!
Just let 'em do their thing.
And then we're gonna bill them for the fucking damage.
Call General Howard.
- I can't, not yet. - Why not?
I'm not exactly in his good books right now. I will deal with this.
Daddy?
Sweetheart, stay downstairs.
- Lloyd, this is insane! - Gentlemen, you're not going to find anything here.
- Honey? - Okay, sweetie, it's gonna be okay, all right?
Everything's gonna be fine.
Now, what's this?
You sons of bitches.
- Take her to our room, now. Now! - Oh...
Daddy!
It's not my money. You know that.
You're gonna put your hands behind your back?
Kinda nice having the place to ourselves for a change, huh?
Yeah.
I just want to let you know how much it means to me,
you letting Vin stay here.
It's no problem.
Okay. So, what's up, then?
Don't think that I can't tell when something's up.
It's nothing.
C'mon, talk to me, don't shut me out.
Uh...
I found the ring.
Wha... what?
In your shoe, in the closet.
Okay, well, this wasn't exactly how I planned to propose.
Sorry.
What were you doing going through my stuff?
I was looking for drugs.
Jesus.
Because of the coke, right? I already told you.
That wasn't mine. I told you that.
But you don't trust me.
After all this time, you still don't fucking trust me.
Why...
Once an addict, always an addict. Is that it?
- That's not it. - Then what is it?
It's my issue, Jack, okay.
I have to figure it out for myself.
Okay.
We can... we'll take a step back then.
I mean, you just got shot at, for Christ sake.
It's not yourself.
You know what getting shot at did?
It just... like it just, brought everything into focus, you know?
It just made it really fucking clear. What I want,
and what I don't want.
Yeah, but that's good.
You should take some time off work.
Get your head straight. We could go away.
We can go up to my brother's cabin and...
I can't marry you, Jack.
We won't get married, then.
I mean, that was a stupid idea. We...
It's over.
I'm sorry.
They found the money.
Roberts was arrested.
Good. How's Ethan holding up?
Not sure.
Not sure?
It's a lot of pressure.
What about Donna?
The US attorneys are supposed to sit down with her soon.
So, we'll see.
Oddsmakers say, Ethan is going to get fucked.
Yeah. Is that what you want?
What I want?
What I want is to see General Lance Howard fall down very hard.
If Ethan walks, it's a nice little extra.
- There's our Talia. - On time.
- I see that. Gonna be a night tonight! - All right.
Thanks, guys.
That was yours.
- Talia? - It's nothing.
Looks like something.
I walked into my closet door. It was late.
I didn't have my lights on.
It's fine. Seriously.
- Hey! - Hey.
What's up?
- Did you call? - Yeah.
- But uh... - Ah!
Had the phone off.
Sorry.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
I could just really use someone to talk to.
Oh. Yeah.
Sure.
Wow, Paddy, this place is uh...
- Yeah... - It's pretty neat.
I didn't know we had company.
Harper, this is Lily.
Lily, Harper.
I've heard so much about you!
Hi!
- Yes, nice to finally meet you. - Yeah!
I'm so... I didn't mean to interrupt.
Oh, no, are you kidding? I was just gonna open a beer, do you want one?
Uh...
Sure, yeah, that would be...
Actually, if you have anything stronger, that would be great.
- I think we do. - Yeah, we got stronger...
Cool.
- So? - So...
Don't the soup spoons go on the left?
We're not having soup.
Then why the soup spoons?
Never let your guests know what's coming.
If you take away the soup spoons, they know there's no soup.
What is that, a Chinese metaphor for conquering Tibet?
Instructions to the board game.
Don't stop now, Marty. Pass go and collect your two hundred dollars.
And don't go to jail.
Ah! There she is!
Beauty is like a rock. It stands the test of wind and storms.
Stop it, stop it, General.
Oh, excuse me. Come on in.
This way, old man!
So glad we're finally doing this.
Long time coming.
- Hello, Marty. - Hi.
- What's the occasion? - Marty?
I just need to speak to Betsy for one second.
Dinner timing is critical.
Betsy, table looks magnificent!
- Well? - The office called. No word yet on Donna.
Fuck him.
Who said Betsy did the table?
Come on, come on, sit, sit, sit.
It's terrific!
Man, muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles!
- Speaking of which... - Lynn, you look lovely, as usual.
- Thank you. - I haven't seen your boy, Ethan, in a while.
He goes AWOL from time to time. Wow!
Look at this, huh? Fabulous, right?
- Everything all right? - Wellfleets, blue points, some kumamotos.
You concerned?
No.
- What are we celebrating? - We are celebrating you.
A, because you're beautiful,
and B, you have been putting up with this bum for too long.
- Well, I'd argue with you but you know... - Okay, okay, wise guy...
We are going to send you away on an all-expenses stay in Bali
where you will be a free woman, far away from the long arm of the army.
No more, "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," and "Whatever you want, sir."
Marty?
- A toast to freedom! - Toast to freedom!
I like that.
And Lynn, I may follow you to the islands and sweep you away myself.
- Marty. - Marry me, Betsy,
before I ruin this man by stealing his woman.
He'd never be the same. He'd be down for the count.
Stripped of medals. Buttons ripped from his shiny buff uniform.
Naked on the street with a shopping cart and a tin cup!
Doesn't sound so bad. Fresh start.
Don't tempt me, Marty, change is the heart of life.
Marty, may I have a kumamoto?
Yes, of course, sweetheart.
- You're feeling spunky. - Spunky? Spunky's a word for chipmunks.
I'll get the salad.
The wellfleets may change all that.
But I am going to try one nonetheless.
Cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Bourbon soda and the bud to six, kamikazes table four.
Thanks.
Bourbon and soda and a bud.
Hey!
Oh, no, no, no.
You must have been in the bathroom when they ordered.
Yeah, is that okay?
- You're 21? - Yeah, I'm 21.
- Lemme see your ID. - Jesus.
- There's no way you're 21. - Oh my God. I'm 21, okay?
See? That's a driver's license that says I'm 21.
- Bitch. - What did you just call me?
What the fuck did you just call me?
Hey, wait, what's the problem? What's the problem?
Your waitress thinks I'm not 21.
Mmm, lemme see.
Hey.
It's legit.
When you have a chance, I'll have another, thank you.
Yeah. Coming right up.
- Come here. Come here. - Are you fucking kidding me?
I want you to switch tables with Julie, okay?
I don't want you to get into it with her.
All right, but I'm telling you, I don't need this shit today.
What can you tell us about the relationship between Ethan Kelly and your husband?
They were very close.
Did Ray talk to you about what happened in Pakistan?
- Mrs. Williams? - Yeah, sure.
What did he tell you?
Penalty for perjury includes prison.
What the fuck!
What difference does it make now? He's dead.
I'm sorry?
My husband, Ray? He's dead!
Official police records list your husband as missing, not dead.
He's not missing.
Do you know something that we don't, Mrs. Williams?
I know my husband. I know Ray.
The only thing that would keep him
away from me and our kids...
What happened in Pakistan?
Pakistan was a mess.
His boss
sent the boys to stop some guys from stealing money.
And then what happened?
I can't lie.
There was an accident.
What kind of accident?
They killed some Marines.
Boss said they didn't do anything wrong.
Like that was supposed to make them feel better.
Do you believe that story?
Fucking war.
What it did to them.
When he came back,
he was different. He was...
There was something in his eyes.
So, you didn't believe what he told you?
I did,
until that fucker from the Pentagon showed up at my door after Ray disappeared.
Who was that?
I don't remember his name.
Robert, something.
- Lloyd Roberts? - Yeah.
Yeah, Roberts.
From the Pentagon.
He paid me off
to keep my mouth shut about what had happened over there.
And I have. Until now.
Of course.
You don't pay someone off unless there's something really wrong.
Do you still have that money?
What do you think?
I have two girls.
Am I going to jail?
I really should've married you, Betsy.
But then again, I have all the benefits and none of the heartache.
And the best lamb chops. The best goddamn lamb chops!
Another glass of the Cab.
Another glass of Cab for the lady.
- Betsy? - Mmm-mmm.
Amigo por de vida!
Shit. Go ahead. Pour.
That is my friend of 50 years.
Hair on his chest and more on his balls.
We'll follow with the Michter's when we retire to the den.
- Amigo por de vida. - Amigo... por de vida.
Friends for the vitamins?
Friends for life, sweet thing. Friends for life.
Until we make our move to Bali, that is.
Confucius.
"Have no friend not equal to thyself."
But then again, he was confused.
"A true friend stabs you in the front."
- True 'dat. True 'dat. - Lynn, please.
Oscar Wilde. Poor thing.
"May God be praised for woman, that gives up all her mind.
A man can find in no man, a friendship of her kind."
Lance recited that to me the night before your wedding.
Ah! He probably had a whiskey in his hand, you know.
You give an irishman whiskey and out pours yeats.
All I know is that you took my best buddy from me!
The best decision I ever made.
Come on, Lynn. We'll get the coffee.
You boys behave.
Well, Monte and a Michter's.
Like the old days.
- I've given them up. - Oh, don't be daft.
We'll be dead by next Thursday the way we're going.
Might as well enjoy the last few miles.
You have a fair point.
Your dad used to smoke those White Owls, remember?
Yeah, we stole a couple and smoked them in a park.
You threw up for an hour.
- Nasty things. - Cheap and nasty.
Your dad used to chomp on them all day long like GI Joe.
That he did.
Always in the basement. Cutting and chopping and chomping and smoking.
Your dad too.
Those non-filtered cigarettes.
Back when men were men.
The lives our dads had.
You took him to a museum?
- Kicking and screaming. - Hey, I got culture.
Really?
You're gonna gang up on me now?
Well, that's too easy.
Right?
So how'd you two meet?
- Well, six months ago... - No, it wasn't that long.
Tuesday will be six months, baby.
- Really? - Yeah!
- Wow! - Anyway,
- I was just leaving the United Center... - Bulls fan! That's good.
Actually, I'm a cheerleader.
Paddy, you think he'd mention something like that...
Lily also goes to school.
Grad school, actually, Romantic poetry.
- You should hear Paddy... - No fucking way.
He read Wordsworth to his mom.
- You have a mom? - She didn't understand a word
- but I'm sure she liked it. - You have a mom.
You know, losing your memory like that, I just...
I couldn't even imagine.
I gotta get a beer.
He's a good son, your partner.
I mean, that place he's got his mother in must cost a fortune.
Yeah, you know what, I should be going.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah. No, I'm fine.
Are you sure?
Maybe, maybe you shouldn't be driving.
Why don't you just stay here?
I thought he was a God, my old man.
Out-foxed the evil, perfidious Europe.
He was odysseus but he never went home.
From another world.
Made a life, built a business, raised a family
and man, could he kick a soccer ball!
My old man could kick my ass until the day he died.
And yours. Same time.
- Had to more than once. - Well, we gave him good cause.
That we did. That we did.
And one day, I come home from school and there he is, lying on the couch.
You know, with his arm over his eyes,
like he used to snore. I don't know, I was 11.
He was a good man.
That's my point, Lance. That's my point.
Here he is... lying on the couch,
and noise coming out of him, like, I don't know, some asthmatic bear...
And that's the moment I realized he's just a guy!
He's just a guy! Like any other guy.
He comes home. He eats. He sleeps.
And at the age I am now, he's been dead for 40 years.
- You're getting up there, old friend. - You're right there with me.
You got a date or something?
You know, you're the only one I still talk to, after all these years.
How did we last this long?
Yeah.
We're lone wolves, you and I.
All those people, they get replaced by other people,
I forget their names an hour after I meet them.
Like passing gnats on a highway.
But you and me,
all this time.
Coffee and sweets for anyone?
Thanks, I'm stuffed.
Sophie called, said everything worked out fine.
Amigo por de vida.
We have history, amigo.
Yes, we do...
- So why are you trying to fuck me? - Excuse me?
Sending Ethan Kelly to sniff around my laundry basket.
You asked me to find you someone.
Yes, I did. Why him?
Because he's in your back pocket?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
What did you expect to find, Lance?
- Are you serious? - Serious, yeah. Pretty fuckin' serious.
You know what? You're paranoid!
History, amigo. History! History! History!
Do not try to bullshit me!
Kelly told me everything.
- He's lying! - Lying?
Lying about what, Lance? Lying about what?
Come on, he's a criminal, he's, he's lost.
He's an empty shell. And you know that.
Well, he's found himself now.
Right now, as we speak, he's downtown with the federales.
Son of a bitch turned himself in.
And you wanna know what he's doing now, Lance?
You're gonna love this.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
He's sitting in the US Attorneys' office, telling them quite a tale.
And you and that little cock-sucking prick who works for you
are the central characters of this little story, Lance.
Murder, cover-ups, millions of taxpayer dollars.
Quite a tale!
I don't know, I guess he just couldn't live with himself anymore.
I guess.
Good cigar, no?
God!
You're born alone. You die alone.
And in between, try not to get fucked
by those who pretend to be the closest to you.
They all come after me, Lance.
The SCC, the IRS, the FBI, the EPA, every agency in this state!
Half the bar associations across this country.
And guess what, Lance?
I'm still here.
"I am still here!"
Who was that? Stephen Sondheim? Good song.
They come after me. I get it. It's three dimensional chess. I am the king.
But you...
Lance.
You.
Amigo.
Make me understand.
Your client, Sam Beuker,
is selling arms to enemies of the US.
And?
Jesus!
He sells steel internationally!
I personally cleared every deal with the Department Of State.
I know what you're doing, Marty.
When I represented him, that is.
- You don't represent him anymore? - No, I don't, General.
Uh-oh, no tracers.
You don't represent him anymore!
He's selling arms.
Legal, schmegal. Let's just say that's so. So what?
Long view, General, long view!
- I know what you're doing, Marty. - Would that were true,
I would think that you would be the first one to watch my back!
Would that were true.
It's treason. And illegal.
What is, exactly, General?
I don't see any uniform.
Unless those argyle socks are supposed to represent the stars and bars.
1948, my uncle Mo flew F-16 Falcons in Israel. Illegal!
1941, American flying Tigers fought in China. Illegal!
1986, American civilians helped fund the Mujahideen
which directly took down the Soviet Empire!
Uh-oh. Illegal. And also, by the way, patriotic.
I'm a little bit confused here, General.
What the fuck is your point?
I'll let it go, hero.
Yeah, fuck! Let it go. Let it go!
Doesn't exactly sound like it, General.
Besides which you are way off base,
and you're a blind man shooting blanks.
Your defense of the hypothetical is impressive, nonetheless.
Hypothetical, General. Key word.
How did we get here, Marty?
Remember that weekend in Vegas?
Like it was last week.
- Mindy and Stacey. - Mindy and Stacey.
- Mindy was cuter. - Stacey was sexier.
We were busted for being 17.
And busted for being broke.
I told ya to stay away from the craps table.
One more good run, baby. One more good run!
And, so it goes. My dad came and bailed us out.
- Again. - Again.
- Cleared our records. - Again.
Again, indeed.
Otherwise, you don't go to law school.
And you, West Point.
He warned me about you, you know.
He said, "That Stein kid, he's quite a kid. But he's trouble."
Like the music man said, "He's trouble, Lancelot."
"And in the long run
he'll take his own mother down and give it a passing thought."
My dad treated you like his own son.
You were the last person he ever expected to fuck him.
- Excuse me? - Shady Green.
Sure, it was just a fart in a windstorm to you, huh?
Condo building. Florida. 600 miles from civilization.
- You're kidding me, right? - No, I'm serious. I'm pretty fucking serious.
Wow.
This whole thing is over a fucking tax shelter?
He wrote it off eight-to-one. He made money on the deal!
Sure he did, Marty, until 10 years later
and the IRS disallowed every one of those write-offs.
Over taxes owed, interest in penalties...
You invest, you take a risk. He was a big boy.
My point, Machiavelli, my point.
He had all the write-offs he needed.
He only bought the damn thing to help you.
You got your fee. He ended up bankrupt.
- What are you doing? - Do you ever wonder
what goes through a man's head when everything is taken from him?
It doesn't happen right away or all at once,
but his chin hung down to his tits.
He grew bags under his eyes and wrinkles on his wrinkles.
He lost 40 pounds.
He was 58 years old and he looked 90.
Dying was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Why didn't he come to me? I had plenty of money. Why didn't you come to me?
Because you were like a son. You betrayed him for a buck.
You broke his heart.
- That's what you think? - Come on.
I've seen you destroy people and walk away.
Hiding your head in your hubris, your ambition,
or your money or whatever the hell puts you to bed at night.
Okay.
What does this have to do with the sky being blue?
You're dangerous, Marty.
More than you even know.
I made a life stopping your kind, no matter what flag they were waving.
You're off the fucking plot. In every possible way.
From every possible angle.
I'm gonna stop you, Marty. I'm gonna ruin you.
Don't get even more stupid on me.
I'm gonna humiliate you, like you humiliated him.
I'm gonna watch while you lose all of this,
and spend the last of your days alone in a fucking prison cell,
your chin hanging down to your tits.
Every investigation into you so far has failed because you had no one on the inside.
But then, you gave me a gift. You wanted someone to plug your leak.
I gave you Kelly.
We do what we gotta do.
I'm gonna beat this, Marty. And I'm gonna beat you, old friend.
- You think so? - Mmm-hmm.
You don't get to play God anymore.
Hmm. Maybe.
Maybe not.
They're here.
Who's here?
What we could have done together, General.
What the hell is going on?
You know me, Lance. You know me better than anyone.
I'd do anything, anything at all,
that puts me to bed for a good night's sleep.
General Howard.
You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder and grand larceny.
Lance!
I know you're awake.
Paddy,
you tell me about some girl you spent two hours with in the back of a Toyota...
...but you neglect to tell me you're living with a charming, young poetry major
in a black and red tutu?
- She's a grad student. - Like I give a fuck.
You really think she's charming?
I tell you when Jack pisses on the seat.
And that's the fuckin' highlight of my day.
Fuck you.
Maybe I was looking to keep the door open.
Don't be an asshole.
Tell me you never thought about it.
Why would you fuck with my head right now?
I just broke up with my boyfriend.
Look, it's probably none of my business,
but this probably has nothing to do with Jack, anyway.
Some pisspot shot at you. You shot back.
Now, the pisspot, he's dead. So maybe you feel an anger.
Fear and, I don't know, guilt? It's normal.
It sucks. That's all I know. It sucks.
Even if the guy deserved to be worm food, it still sucks.
You're right, it's not Jack. I mean, he's...
My dad died 20 years ago and I still want his approval.
Stupid?
The past's a motherfucker.
I visit my mom once a week.
She doesn't even know my name.
But I stand there like a fuckin' asshole, waiting for her to say it.
She doesn't even fuckin' like me very much.
She's got three fuckin' exes.
Four kids. I'm the only fucker who goes and visits.
You can trust me, Paddy.
That's what my dad says about choosing a guy.
He says, without trust it all goes to shit.
He was a pretty big deal back in Vilas County.
- Oh, yeah? - Sheriff Big Terry Deakins.
23 years on the job, then he, then he takes a bullet right here.
Can't lift a fork after that.
They gave him the watch.
Then, like a year later, he tells me he's going fishing with his buddies.
Instead, he goes to Oneida County,
puts Johnny Cash on the tape player and a bullet in his brain.
- Shit. - Yeah.
The fuckin' guy crosses the county line
so he's not a burden to the guy who takes over his job.
That's the gun he used.
'Cause that's normal.
That reminds me when things get shitty, I've got a way out.
I know it was his life and he can do whatever the fuck he wanted with it,
but I trusted him,
and he left me. Yeah.
You gonna tell me about that shiner?
It's nothin'.
Anybody can hit a lady. Only a real asshole does it.
- Nobody hit me. - Right. Right.
It was, slipped in the shower. No, no, it was the door.
My advice, whoever he is, dump him.
You're too good for the asshole.
Yeah?
You know,
I was just,
I was just tryin' to do something good for me, you know?
But everything's about him.
Always about him.
I mean, when you get right down to the bottom line,
none of this would've happened if not for him.
Bastard shouldn't have hit you.
Know what?
You're right.
Fuck him.
Right. Fuck him.
Look, you wanna go home, I can close instead.
- No, I'm good. - You sure?
- Yeah. - Okay.
All right.
Don't forget to lock that back door behind you.
- Mmm. - Night.
Night.
Oh, my God.
Harper Deakins.
Okay, yeah. Um, I will meet you there.
What?
Uh, yeah, send him in.
- What? No white flag? - Cynthia.
- Hell of a story your client's selling. - Happens to be true.
Yeah, you wouldn't know "true" if it bit you in the ass.
Maybe just coincidence.
I'm not here about anything Kelly.
- Really? - General Howard.
Oh, he's in this up to his eyeballs.
Let's focus. What's important is that you've got your John Gotti,
your Bernie Madoff. General Howard is your ticket to Washington
or a seven-figure white-shoe gig.
- Is that so? - Tell me I'm wrong.
Well, lucky for me, the man was involved in three murders...
Lucky for him, you can't prove it.
Roberts wouldn't scratch his ass without Howard's okay.
Roberts' ass is what you should be aiming at.
General Howard has put his ass on the line
for this country, for a quarter century.
He keeps shmucks like you and me safe to play our little pissant games
of "guilty" and "not guilty."
- So, I owe him a mulligan? - Four-star general,
decorated veteran of two wars.
Bringing a man like him down is like shooting John Wayne in the back.
We the people, we will not like it.
God bless John Wayne.
Hearts and minds. Let's start with our own.
From Pennsylvania Avenue to the blue-haired lady
who stamps your speeding tickets "Paid."
The one thing that keeps the wheels of this country spinning
is the faith that it works.
Works today, works tomorrow and the day after.
You go ahead with this, you put one more chink in that faith.
The speech over?
I rest my case.
So I should let a murderer go because it's good for America?
Alleged murderer.
And he's a ruined man, as we speak.
I know this first-hand. I want this albatross flying in his wake.
Put him in orange pajamas, it's like throwing a rock at a coffin.
If, and I use this word pointedly,
if I were to put my patriot hat on...
The General will resign his post and quietly retire.
Well, you know, that would be a gift.
So I save America, what's in it for me? I can't wait to hear this.
He gives you Lloyd Roberts on a silver platter.
I get a knight instead of a king?
And a chance to play with the masters.
I'm sure you're aware I have half of DC on speed dial.
- What about those guys in white shoes? - Them too.
And I'm guessing Ethan Kelly gets exonerated.
Collateral consequence.
- He goes on the record tomorrow. - You drop the charges today.
Thank you.
Marty, tell me, no bullshit, what's the General got on you?
50 years. And an IOU.
The truth is on our side.
If we just tell them what really happened in Pakistan, we're gonna be fine.
Can't do that.
What are you talking about?
I've been offered a deal. I'm gonna take it.
You don't need a deal.
Big picture, what have we done wrong?
Kelly and his friends, they're the bad guys here.
They stole the money. They're the ones who killed the Marines.
- It won't work, Lloyd. - What?
Why?
You murdered two people.
On your orders.
- Orders? - Whatever is necessary,
that's what you said. We had to get Marty Stein.
We had to stop the son of a bitch and his client
from committing fuckin' treason. That is what you said.
Going after Marty had nothing to do with arms dealing.
- Excuse me? - It was just an excuse.
It was my own petty war. It was personal. I lied to you.
You're a righteous man, Lloyd. I knew you needed a cause.
Personal? I murdered two fucking people for personal?
You should be in here, not me.
Like I said, I cut a deal.
You cut a fucking deal, you son of a bitch!
- Come on. - I've a wife and a kid.
You think, you think I'm gonna shut my fuckin' mouth,
you cock sucker!
I'm good, thanks.
- How's your day going? - Not bad.
Well, it's about to get a little bit better.
Richmond bought the story?
With an assist from General Howard.
- You're kidding me. - He confirmed everything you told her.
- And filled in the grout. - Regarding Roberts?
That cue ball prick's going away forever, and then some.
I thought General Howard is your target.
Yeah, well, best laid schemes of mice and men.
They're gonna release you, conditional
upon you helping them with their prosecution of Roberts.
- So, that's it? - Fat lady's warmed up and ready.
- I owe you. - Yes, you do.
Get changed, pal. You are going home.
You're a free man.
What are you gonna do now?
- Glad you called, Ms. Freeman. - Sure, Mrs. Officer.
What did you wanna talk about?
You still wanna deal on the counterfeit money?
- Where's your lawyer? - You gonna deal or no?
Depends on what you have to give me.
How about my brother?
How about I give you Marlon and my fucking lawyer, Marty Stein?
You want them or not?
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