Ethan: Previously on Rogue...
Harper: I found the ring.
I can't marry you, Jack.
(Camera clicking)
(Beeping)
Lloyd Roberts? We have a warrant to search the premises.
Now, what's this?
- You sons of bitches. - Put your hands behind your back?
General Howard.
You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder and grand larceny.
The General will resign his post and quietly retire.
I cut a deal.
You cut a fucking deal. You son of a bitch!
Richmond bought the story?
General Howard confirmed everything you told her.
They're gonna release you, conditional
upon you helping them with their prosecution of Roberts.
What you wanna talk about?
You still wanna deal on the counterfeit money?
Depends on what you have to give me.
How about I give you Marlon and my fucking lawyer, Marty Stein?
("Top Shelf Drug" by Ryan Bingham playing)
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and corrections by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com
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So your brother took care of you?
- One way to put it. - What's another way?
You wouldn't understand.
Try me.
All right, um...
Okay, all them dealers out there,
what they do when you good and young, huh?
Practically givin' that shit away,
like charity.
It ain't no motherfucking charity.
It's a scheme.
And Marlon took care of me.
So what, he made you an addict?
He made me depend on him,
and now he's gonna judge me 'cause I can't stand on my own two feet?
Fuck that. There ain't never been no addict without no hustler.
That shit's universal.
Even Marlon got his connect.
Who's that?
That'd be Marty now, wouldn't it?
You think Marlon
got to where he's at on his own?
He made his way jonesin' for Stein's shit.
Are you telling me Marty Stein is a drug dealer?
Stein ain't no dealer.
Stein's a kingpin.
And Marlon's his boy on the street.
I can give you shit they been at together
going back years.
All right, Mrs. Officer, your turn.
What's the plan?
What happened to staying in the cabin?
I was in the cabin.
Your pal Stein sent a car for me.
Said you were in the can, I should come down here and get you.
- What the hell's going on? - Listen, I wanna apologize for
- what I said to you. - Oh, shit, come on. I was talking a lot of shit, too.
- I'm sorry, dad. - So am I.
- Let's go have a beer. Yeah. - Beer?
Is it 10:45 in the morning? 11:00?
Late enough for me.
Something a little stiffer.
Are you going to get dressed today?
- Marty, you won. - Yeah.
(Door bell rings)
I'm not home.
Betsy: Hey, Marlon.
Oh, Christ.
I know he's here.
I'm not home.
Yeah, Betsy already told me.
- Thank you, Betsy. - You're welcome.
I been calling you.
- Yeah? Anybody pick up? - No.
Look, man, I need a favor.
- What do you want? - I'm having a supply issue.
Oh, my, God.
Seems like all I ever do
is fix your fuck-ups.
Revenue's through the floor, Marlon.
- Way to go. - It's temporary, man.
Yeah?
We're taking a beating and yet here you are telling me
that you can't even fix
a simple supply issue
without me holding your hand!
I never really liked you very much, Marty.
- Yeah, well, get in line. - I'm serious.
You know, when we first met,
I thought you were some white-guilt motherfucker.
It's called pro bono.
I needed it for my resume.
I figured I'd take advantage of you, use you a bit,
get mine and get out of the game.
But looking back with a little perspective,
you know, your friendship kinda saved me.
'Cause the homies that I grew up with,
the streets made them a man.
I mean, that's okay.
But me, I had a whole 'nother level
of schoolin', man.
I had you.
You taught me how to dance in the shadows.
I mean, hell, if it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't even be here.
I got a lot of shit hanging by you, Marty.
People think I'm your slave boy, like,
I don't remember the fuck where I came from.
It's the kind of shit that used to get to me.
Then I remembered one cold hard fact about you.
Yeah, what's that?
That you the blackest motherfucker I know.
But sometimes,
I think we ain't friends.
Maybe you don't have friends.
Maybe you think you just got fucking employees, or something.
And you got this way you go about you,
we confusing that shit with something else.
You got any thoughts on that?
Let me know.
Marlon.
What's up?
You're right.
We're not friends.
Greg?
Can you unlock that for me?
Yeah, I'll take a crack at it.
Thanks.
Just between you and I, okay?
- You got it, Deakins. - Thanks.
Hi, I'm calling from the
Federal Violent Gang Taskforce here in Chicago,
is there a manager I can speak to?
Thanks.
- Hi. - Hi.
This is Special Agent Harper Deakins.
I have the serial number for one of your cameras,
can you give me the name on the warranty registration?
Thanks, it's Oscar, Bravo, one,
Charlie, three, Papa, Oscar,
Romeo, two, Delta, two.
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, my number is
312-555-0179.
Thank you so much.
Yeah, looking forward to hearing from you.
Last night was, uh,
- fun. - Yeah.
Lily's great. How'd you pull that one off?
- Effortless charm. - Uh-huh.
- She likes you. - I'm sure that sent
a whirl of threesome scenarios through your narrow-minded little brain.
All morning, I ain't get an inch of work done.
How are things standing with you and Jack?
I dunno.
I'm taking it harder than I thought I would.
Just, kind of all over the place right now, you know.
Just confused about a bunch of shit.
Look at that,
- Harper Deakins has emotions after all. - Go figure.
Well, if you need anything,
you let me know.
Actually, I'm thinking I might take the day.
Just kinda get my head straight.
Oh, yeah, yeah, do it.
I got ya covered.
Thanks, Patty.
It's nice to know you have someone you can count on.
Barkeep, can we have another round? Thank you.
So what do you think? Am I gonna be looking over my shoulder
the rest of my days or what?
All right, you can bag in peace.
- Thanks. - Thank you, sir.
Well.
Here's to living single and drinking double.
- And the Irish who built this city, huh? - Yes, sir.
You got a girlfriend?
- No, no. - Well, I think you should get one.
- Oh, do you now? - Yeah.
Do you have a girlfriend? You got a couple of dames running around?
- If I wanted a girlfriend I'd have one real fast, trust me. - Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I got plenty of cupcakes hanging around my house.
(Laughing) Did you say cupcakes?
Like it's the '50s.
You got some widows
chasing your wrinkled old ass around?
- I got all kinds of possibilities, kid. - Okay.
All kinds, all kinds of possibilities.
Why don't you take a look over your shoulder for me?
To the left hanging out there.
What do you think of that, hmm?
That's something for you.
- That's what you call trouble on the hoof, kid. - Oh, bullshit.
- Nothing but trouble. Nothing but trouble. - Yeah.
I can spot it across the room, clear from here.
- It's not what I need in my life right now. - What don't you go over there
and show me how you do your stuff, hmm?
And you can tell her all about your brush with death at the grocery store.
At my age, every day is a brush with death.
You know what I think?
I think you're all talk and no action.
Why don't you get your ass off the stool
and go over there and talk to her? Come on.
Why don't you drink your beer and mind your own business, for Christ's sake?
- What's the matter with you? - Oh, my God, relax.
Holy shit.
Harper fucking Deakins.
Young. Grier.
How come you never come by to visit, huh?
Run off to your fancy taskforce, leave us twisting in the wind?
- We got feelings, you know? - Yeah, we're not made of stone.
I miss you guys.
Just saying that 'cause she needs something from us.
- No fucking way, I don't believe it. - I'm telling you,
that's what she's doing, the only reason she called.
Aw, say it ain't so.
Sorry, he's right.
- Shit, that's cold, Deakins. - Real fucking cold.
I got a little op I need to keep off books.
I could use some help.
- Where are your people on this? - In the dark.
Why so?
I think I got a leak.
I need to keep things quiet, see what's what first.
Sounds like shit's falling apart over there.
Shoulda stayed on the winning team.
As much as I love the Starsky and Hutch routine,
are you guys in or what?
Sure.
What else we gonna do?
Cross-city shit's running down 7% last couple weeks.
And we're fucking rock stars, might as well start doing
- other people's work, too, right? - Mmm-hmm.
Just tell me one thing.
- What's that? - I'm Hutch, right?
Fuck that shit, I'm Hutch.
Oh, yeah, you're really fucking Hutch.
Deakins, tell him, I'm Hutch.
I'm like, the black Hutch.
I'm Blutch.
Right? Right?
I can get a blonde jheri curl.
Blow that shit in the breeze.
- Right? - Yeah.
Look.
All I'm trying to say
is the Kelly boys
are notoriously virile guys.
- Yeah, really? - Yeah, yeah.
I mean, there's your grandfather,
he's 63 years old, he knocks up his
dental hygiene-ist,
hygienist,
- hygiene-ist... yeah. - Grandpa?
- You're kidding me. - Yeah, I know. She's picking around in his mouth,
with those last three teeth he had,
and he's trying to hustle her into the sack.
- How come I haven't heard about any of this? - Well...
- Because it didn't end too well. - No?
I mean, my point is...
I mean, here I am with the complete package, right?
I got it all working,
- you know, and so you can just imagine... - Right.
...the kind of problems I could create.
- Right? - Oh, yeah, that'd be,
- that'd be fucking chaos. - That's right, that's right.
It's dangerous stuff, it's Pandora's
box kind of stuff. You lift the lid off
- and... - Okay, well, listen to me. Wait, wait, wait.
Pandora and her friends are about to leave.
Last chance, Lothario.
I'm gonna have to do this, aren't I? I'm gonna have to prove this to you.
- I'd like to see your moves. - All right.
- Yeah.
Hello, little lady.
I'm fine, how are you?
What the fuck did you say to her?
Having a perfectly normal conversation and all of a sudden she says,
"You ever heard of feminism?"
I said, "Yes, I know about feminism, what do you think, I'm ancient?"
She says, "Well, what do you know about feminism?"
And I said, "Well,
what I know is that those
broads always like to be on top," and she hits me.
Fucking broke my jaw, practically, for what?
Always bring your work home with you?
Why ain't we doing this at your office?
It's safer here.
Yeah, how's that?
People like your brother, people like Marty,
they've got eyes and ears all over the place.
You ain't making me feel any better about this.
- Look, I've worked with a lot of... - Snitches?
- CI's. - Call 'em what you want.
I've only ever had a couple go bad.
Still not making me feel better.
Both for the same issue.
Bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut?
CI got cold feet.
They went back to theirpeople, there's nothing I could do to protect them.
If you stick with me, I can protect you.
I can make sure that that
doesn't happen again.
Okay, listen.
You better not fuck me over.
Marlon's gonna get what's comin', you promise me.
I promise.
Your dad?
Uh-huh. Here.
- So what do you need from me? - (Knocking on door)
- Who's that? - It's okay.
- Hey. - Got the mic.
- And the warrant. - Okay, would someone mind telling me
what the fuck is going on in here?
Talia, these are my friends, DEA agents.
Andrew Grier, Jeffrey Young.
So fucking what?
So.
We need you to tell Marlon you know where Leo's hiding out.
I do?
We're gonna give you an address, where we'll be waiting.
The fuck that gonna achieve?
He shows up at the address, heavy,
breaks in, we have a case,
- attempted murder. - He sends somebody else, we got him on conspiracy.
Harper: Either way we got him.
So, I'm going to bug your phone.
Oh, no, fuck you, I'm not wearin' no wire, what if he finds it?
It's not a wire, it's a little mic we put inside your phone.
Marlon looks at the phone, he doesn't notice anything different.
I need to record you giving the address to Marlon,
it helps prove intent.
If you wanna back out, now's the time.
Hey.
Hey, T...
Look, I know, there's no...
there's no excuses.
Don't.
I pushed you.
(Marlon sighs)
I'm really sorry.
I know.
What's this?
Peace offering.
Peace offering?
I've caused you a lot of trouble lately.
You know, even for me.
Just trying to, you know,
make things right.
I, um...
a friend of mine
said he knows Leo's staying at his cousin's place.
Oh, yeah?
Mmm.
Thinks he might be tryin' to get outta town.
So what?
Mmm.
Thought you might wanna throw him a going away party.
Why'd you give this to me?
(Stammering) I dunno, I guess I, um,
feel guilty or something.
Guilty?
Yeah.
Why do you feel guilty?
You know, everything.
Cups and all that,
that's on me.
That's bullshit.
It's nothing for you to feel guilty about.
You didn't do anything wrong.
You understand?
Yeah.
Hey,
I'm serious.
Cups was a big boy.
His thing was on him, nobody else.
It's... yeah, I, um...
I still feel like I set things in motion, though.
T-T.
Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do.
Really, I do.
But this is not your business.
I love you, Marlon.
So I'm gonna see you?
See you at Aunt Ruth's?
Am I invited?
Always.
Fuck.
I did it.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Fuck, no.
I don't know.
You're doing the right thing, Talia.
Easy for you to say.
Yeah.
- I know. - There was a moment there when I thought, like,
holy shit, like my heart was gonna
burst out of my chest, and then,
I don't know, I just...
something else just came over me, and I just,
I just fucking did it.
You did really great.
You did.
So what's next?
We're gonna take it from here,
get your brother off the streets.
I call you when it's done.
(Cell phone vibrates)
Deakins.
Yes.
Yeah, thank you for getting back to me so quickly.
Adam Hutchings bought the camera?
You sure?
No, no, that's great, thank you so much.
Everything all right?
Yeah. Let's, uh...
let's get you home.
You know what?
Here, hold this.
(Grunts) Oh, shit, ah.
Harvard boy, huh?
I see a Harvard boy right here.
- Jesus. - One shot, pop.
Didn't you just get out of prison, for Christ's sake?
Here, take this.
George: So, you got a plan?
Ethan: I'd like to get a steak and soak up some of this booze.
George: I mean after that.
A little sleep would be nice, to be honest.
- Beat up. - I'm talking about a plan.
A real plan for your life.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you meant. I don't have an answer, yet, dad.
Well, I think you oughta stay in Chicago.
- Oh, yeah? - It's a good town for a young guy like you.
Maybe I will, maybe I will.
This guy, Marty Stein,
he's a big shot, right?
- Yeah. - And you guys got a connection there?
What's he like?
I mean, once you get past the brash, arrogant,
know-it-all exterior, he's a decent guy, I guess.
Sounds like a dream.
You two would get along like two peas in a pod.
Well, I'd like to meet him.
- Yeah? - Yeah, why don't you introduce us?
Maybe I will.
(Cackles)
I wish.
Come on, let's make it like the old days.
Nice.
All quiet here.
Keep your eyes open, there might be more than one hitter coming through.
Vengeance is in my heart,
death in my hand,
blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
(Door bell rings)
God damn it, always at the best part.
Ethan: Betsy, I'm sorry, I want you to meet my pop.
George, this is the beautiful Betsy.
Oh, and is she, huh?
No kisses, dad.
- No, no, no, you need a slap. - What's going on out there?
It's okay, come on in.
- Where is he? - He's right in the den.
- Marty. Hey. - Ethan.
- Well, this is a pleasant surprise, I have to say. - Yeah.
I want you to meet somebody.
George. Dad.
Marty's here. Here, see?
- Marty. - This is George, my father.
- Pleasure to meet you, sir. - It's nice to meet you, sir.
- Yeah. - Looks like you two have been doing a little celebrating.
Well, a very attractive woman slapped my face today, Marty.
Well, I am just shocked by that.
- And it felt good, I feel reborn. - Yeah?
Well, I'll leave you boys to it.
- I'm going to bed. - You're leaving?
- That's it, really? - Oh, come on.
Can't have one with me?
Oh, God damn.
- Do you mind if I... - Good night, Betsy.
No, no, go ahead.
So you're the great Marty Stein, are you?
I stand accused.
I've got a personal favor I need from you.
Okay.
This is a very good kid, but he's troubled.
So I want you to set him straight.
Okay, you got it?
Well, he's a handful, I wanna tell you.
- Yeah. - But, I promise I will do my very best, yes, sir.
Fantastic.
Where do you hide the booze around here?
- Here you go. - Oh, yeah, thank you.
- Chin-chin. - Chin-chin.
- CC: Slow down there. - Talia: Yeah, right.
CC: You okay?
Yeah, I'm just...
I'm fine.
What'd you end up doing about that thing?
- So... - Um, um...
Actually,
ended up taking your advice, is what I did.
- Yeah? - Mmm.
Fucking this shit right up.
What's that mean?
You ever heard of Thirteenth Street Kings?
The a cappella group?
Yeah, I heard of them.
Not no more, you didn't.
This have something to do with the feds that came in the other week?
Maybe.
Talia.
Did you or did you not tell me to cut the bad shit outta my life?
- Yeah, but... - It was my brother who hit me.
My own blood.
So fuck him,
just like you said.
I said that?
And now, he's gonna spend the next 20 years
thinkin' about why you don't fuckin' hit me,
and
I'm gonna drag that fuck-head
Marty Stein down with him, too.
Sleeping like a baby.
It's the most peaceful he's been all day.
Cherish the moments.
You know, I never got to have a drink with my dad.
No?
No, you're not from the South Side.
Never even saw him drunk.
No, not true.
I heard him drunk once, on the phone.
July 4th, I was in camp.
Every 4th of July,
he would play the trumpet
with the bucktown marching band, you know,
a bunch of local guys get together, buy bowties,
dress shorts, and
- knee socks, you know, with the garters like the old days. - Yeah, yeah.
And they'd parade down
Milwaukee Avenue, neighborhood cook-outs,
kielbasa and pirozhkis and
beer kegs lined both sides of the street, you know.
Lawn chairs and stoops, little kids waving around
with their little flags. I loved that parade.
I used to sit and watch him practice that goddamn trumpet.
(Vocalizes)
Just scales and marching songs.
Anyway, that summer I went to camp.
Well, I was sent.
Actually, troubled spring.
Middle of the night they pull me out of my bunk, all right?
Emergency, run to the office, go, go.
It scared the shit out of me.
I'm running to the office, I get there, guy's holding up the phone.
I'm shaking like a leaf, I'm thinking the worst, right?
I hear, "Mish!"
I go, "What?"
"Pop?" "Mish!"
"We made it! Mish, we made it."
- Mish was my pop's older brother. - Right.
They made it out of Minsk together before the war.
My pop and his sister came here.
Mish migrated to Palestine,
where he fought and was killed in the '48 War of Independence.
He thought he was talking to Mish.
(Chuckles)
I heard the phone drop, you know, clanging against the booth.
His voice trailed off.
And then, I hear him play that trumpet.
The charge. (Vocalizes)
Big cheer from the street 'cause he's held up the parade, right?
The other guys picked up their instruments,
start playing Fat Freddy and The Tuba, I hear it.
Down Milwaukee Avenue they go.
He was lit.
Only time in his life.
Totally, fucking smashed.
And you know what, I think that was the happiest moment in his life.
Hmm. So you're saying that your
dad drunk dialed you on the 4th of July, isn't it?
That he did, Ethan. That he did!
(Inhales)
That was the last time he played that trumpet.
Well, you know, this is some damn good scotch, Marty.
Well, it should be. It's been over the barrel even longer than you.
Oh, well.
I've been finely aged.
- It shows. - Hmm.
I want this.
- Help yourself. - No, no, I mean the house.
Scotch.
All of it.
Oh.
I'll tell you what, you can have it.
- But you gotta take Betsy, too. - Hmm.
- She might like that. - No, no, no, no.
(Marty chuckling)
You know what, I think that we should work together, Marty.
(Smacks lips)
I'd like that.
Good.
Any idea what you wanna do?
(Exhales) I don't know, I mean...
I was thinking about maybe I'd go back to law school. Maybe I can...
Ah, fuck that shit.
Even good lawyers are a dime a dozen.
You are way too valuable for that.
You got any suggestions?
- I have a few ideas, yeah. - Oh, yeah?
You can start right away.
(Places glass on the table)
There's something I need to do first.
- Ethan: I got you. Come on. - (George mumbling)
- Ethan: Almost there. - Whoo.
I love you, kid, huh?
- Here, here. - (Groaning)
(Drowsily) You know I love you, huh?
Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick in the morning.
- Hi. - Hi.
Can I help you?
Uh, yeah, you don't know me, um... (Smacks lips)
Is your... is your father here?
Uh, no, he's out.
Oh.
Is there something I can help you with?
Um...
(Sighs) No, please, Evie. Evie, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Um...
I knew your mother.
Okay.
She was... she was a good cop.
One of the great ones.
Umm, I don't know who you are. I think you should go.
Please wait, Evie.
I didn't want anybody coming here and...
and telling you that didn't know her.
Didn't care.
(Sighs)
Ethan: I think you should have this.
(Sobbing)
(Sniffling)
Evie, the man that did this, I got him.
And he's never getting out of prison, you hear me?
(Sniffling)
I'm sorry.
- (Sniffling) - I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Evie.
(Sniffling)
I gotta go.
(Unlocking)
Betsy: Marty?
Marty: Yeah.
Betsy: CC is here to see you.
Marty: CC?
What are you doing here?
CC: I didn't know if I should call or just come over...
- Marty: Wanna sit down? Sit. - Yeah.
(Both clearing throats)
- I heard something last night. - Okay.
And I want you to know, I appreciate how you handled the whole...
"The stealing from me" thing. I got it. What is it?
Uh, well, I hired this waitress.
- Talia Freeman. - Yeah.
And she was drunk last night.
Mentioned something about some sort of, I mean...
- She was saying that... - Just the facts, CC. Just give me the facts.
Her brother's about to walk into some sort of sting operation with the feds.
- What? - Yeah.
What exactly did she say?
She's been cooperating with them.
Umm, they're setting him up, gonna arrest him.
- (Marty sighs) - I mean, I could give a shit.
CC: Sounds like the guy's a real asshole.
But she mentioned your name.
(Marty sniggering)
And said she was gonna drag you down with him.
I see. Thank you, CC.
Betsy!
I mean, she's probably just talking shit, right?
I know, probably. Thank you. Betsy will show you out.
(Exhales)
(Cell phone ringing)
I'm busy, Marty.
(Grunting)
- (Phone beeping) - (Exhales)
Marlon, God damn it.
(Sighs) Call me back as soon as you get this. Call me back immediately.
As soon as you fucking get this.
- (Ends call) - What was that about?
That fucking bitch, Talia. I knew it.
She finally turned on us.
Feds are setting up a sting for Marlon!
He's not answering his goddamn phone!
They probably got him already. They probably already have him in custody. Fuck!
No, if he'd been arrested, you would've been his first call.
It's Sunday morning, Marty.
Yeah, what a lovely Sunday morning it's turning out to fucking be.
He'll be at Ruth's.
Yeah.
(Engine starts)
Maybe he didn't believe her.
Shit.
Got some action. Black SUV heading north from Lawson.
Looks like it's slowing down.
Can you make out the driver?
Negative. Windows are tinted.
Marty: Marlon!
Open up!
(Marty banging on door)
Open up, Marlon!
- Where is he? - Who?
I know what you did, you stupid little fucking bitch!
Where the fuck is he?
Male suspect. Black. Entering on the west side of the house.
Looks like he's carrying something heavy.
(Door slams)
- DEA! - Drop your weapon. Drop your fucking weapon.
Drop it.
- (Taser crackles) - (Gasps)
(Man grunting)
Jesus.
(Door opening)
(Whistles) Motherfucker!
This your guy, Deeks?
No, but he'll have to do.
Where the fuck did you get this thing, huh?
Man: Fuck y'all.
C'mon, let's go, asshole.
(Grunts)
These days, I see you more than my wife.
Yeah, but I can make you happier than she does.
So you say.
What is this?
That's us military grade surplus weaponry, man.
Some has been refurbished, most have never left home.
My supplier can disappear a ton, ton and a half every three weeks,
depending on your needs.
- How much? - It's not for sale.
So, you are a tease just like my wife.
I'm looking to barter, Ordonez.
Guns for product.
I got no product, I got no business.
I will have to run it by the bosses back home.
Of course.
But...
I'm thinking we can work something out.
(Marlon chuckles)
I don't have time for this fucking shit. Where is he?
- Don't worry, you gonna have a lot of time, real soon. - Is he upstairs? Where is he?
He's fucking family. What the fuck is wrong with you!
- The fuck do you know about family? - Where is he?
- You're a loner and a leech and a fucking crook... - Where is he?
- And you stick your fucking nose in everybody's business. - Where is he?
And you destroy everything you touch.
We can still stop this, you know that? We can stop this right now.
It's too fucking late. He's probably in cuffs right now.
- And you're about to join him. - Where is he? Where is he?
- Fuck you! - Where...
(Exhales)
(Phone ringing)
Sawchuck?
- Can you get the paperwork rolling on our new guest here? - Sure thing, Deaks.
Oh and put out an APB on Marlon Dinard.
- Conspiracy to murder. - On it.
Let's go.
Talia, it's Deakins.
It worked. We're gonna pick up your brother now. Call me.
Patty...
I need your help...
I'm at home.
It's Jack, he won't leave.
Can you come over?
(Knocking on door)
Thank you for coming.
You okay?
He's totally fucked up.
- Jack's upstairs? - Yeah.
What the fuck you doing?
Hey, Harper!
You out of your fucking mind?
Hey.
Hello?
Sorry I'm late. Had a new client.
T...
(Gasps)
T, T!
Oh, T, come on, come on!
Hey, hey.
(Sobbing)
(Whispering) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
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