Previously on Rogue...
- Do you recognize him? - No.
- Are you sure? - No, no, I don't recognize him.
I've been in witness protection since I was 10.
My dad turned states against Russian mobster Samara Bratva.
Hey, you know when the Mob finds out that Mia's still alive,
we're all dead.
You have to go talk to Marty Stein.
And say what?
Tell him you caught Barrett's murder, about the security footage.
About Kelly.
He'll see you now.
I want out of this life.
I'm not doing this for no one else except me.
I need your help on something, Marlon.
You come over here looking for muscle, man?
You really think it's a good idea to threaten me?
You've come here to make another arrangement?
I know where Mia is.
Then you tell me when she is dead.
Who sent you?
Marty Stein sent me.
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The man you want is Marty Stein.
- Who's Marty Stein? - He's a lawyer.
A lawyer?
Yeah, that's the least of what he does.
So Marty Stein hired you?
I think you know this already.
It's not about what I think,
it's about what you fucking think
and I wanna know all of it.
Marty hired me to get her.
Why?
I didn't ask.
Well, I don't believe you.
I don't care, I can't make you believe.
- Have you met him? - Yes.
- How many times? - Once.
- Who introduced you? - No one.
He called me direct. Said he wanted to meet. That's it.
- Why her? - It's none of my business.
He gives me name, I give him price.
No reason at all, huh?
$50,000.
That's all the reason I need.
I'll be back in a second. Marlon, let me talk to you.
Hey!
Keep an eye on him.
- What do you think? - About what?
You think Marty's behind this?
I know Marty Stein, anything's possible.
Maybe she's standing in the way of whatever play he got going.
Mmm-hmm. Why didn't he tell me?
He tell you all his business?
Maybe he's trying to play you. Maybe this is about you.
Ah, it doesn't make any sense.
Man, I've known Marty since I was 14 years old.
He kept a lot away from me.
At this point, nothing about Marty Stein surprises me.
The fuck happened?
He made a move.
Bullshit! He's tied to a chair, Mia!
No, he got loose and he came after me.
I needed to talk to him! I needed some fucking answers!
Hey, we should get the fuck out of here.
Cath, I need a favor. Can you check in on Patrick?
I tried his cell, can't get a hold of him.
Detective Finnegan, come in, please.
Finnegan, are you there?
Fuck!
Check the GPS on his car.
Is there a problem?
I don't know. It's why I'm asking.
Weird. His car's not coming up.
What?
It could be disabled.
Check again.
No. Nothing.
Could someone disable the GPS manually?
I don't think so.
I mean, the thing would have to be destroyed.
Do you want me to report something?
Uh... No. I'm gonna talk to his Lieutenant. Thanks.
Yes?
I need to speak with Mr. Stein, please.
- He's not here. - When's the last time you saw him?
Um, let me see, that would be none of your goddamn business.
- Where is he? - Get out of here.
You got a warrant?
Oh, no, that's right, you don't have a badge anymore.
Marty saw to that.
Sloppy work.
That's what you do for Stein? You clean?
My partner, Detective Patrick Finnegan, came to see him last night.
And now he's missing.
Anything you can say that might enlighten me on that?
- I'm calling 911. - Make that call...
I promise, the moment I get my badge back,
I'll be coming for you next.
Finnegan was here.
Came to see Marty.
They left together.
That's the last I saw of either one of them.
What time was this?
11... 11:30?
Wasn't that hard, was it?
You didn't have to go after him the way you did. He's a mess.
Yeah, well, sometimes my job has its perks.
You're a real piece of work, you know that?
Marty got what was coming to him, and you know it.
I know it.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Okay, look, just say it. You think that I'm lying.
Well, come on, he was tied to a chair.
Why didn't you call out, Mia?
You really think that I'm not telling the truth.
Listen, I understand why you'd want him dead. I get it.
So make up every insane excuse why not to trust me,
but ignore what is right in front of your face.
What's staring me in the face?
Big fucking question mark...
Why does Marty Stein want me dead?
I don't know. But the guy that had the answers,
you shot in the fucking head, Mia.
Okay. So what do you know about him?
Not a lot. Do you have any dealings with him?
I've never heard of him but why would you believe me?
What are you doing?
Looking into Marty Stein.
He doesn't have much e-mail. Not a lot of phone traffic.
He's careful.
Who the fuck is that?
Yeah?
Ethan Kelly, it's Harper Deakins, DEA.
I'm downstairs. Do you have a minute?
Um, now's not a good time, actually.
I need to talk to you about Marty Stein's whereabouts.
Come on up.
There's a DEA agent coming upstairs.
- A DEA agent? - Yeah.
Really? What the fuck are you involved in?
She knows Marty. Maybe I can get some information.
Why don't you go to the bedroom?
Pretty sure there's nobody you can shoot in there.
Agent Deakins.
Please, come in.
Kelly.
Doing all right for yourself.
Yeah. I'm getting by.
Can I offer you a drink?
- No. - No?
So when's the last time you saw Marty Stein?
Uh, I'd say a few days ago.
Really? You're not his lapdog anymore?
Marty Stein and I have no business together, Agent Deakins.
What about Greg Barrett?
- Excuse me? - Greg Barrett...
What were you doing in his apartment the other day?
Well, he's a client.
What'd he hire you for?
Well, that's confidential.
I can't find my partner, Patrick Finnegan.
Do you know anything about that?
- No, I don't. - He was last seen with Marty.
Really?
I'm sorry I can't help you out with that.
Uh, you taking me in for questioning?
I mean, I do love our little chats that we have.
You do play it close to the fire, don't you?
How's that?
Oh, you just keep showing up where people end up dead.
Hutchings, Greg Barrett.
Greg Barrett's dead?
Of course, that's news to you.
Yeah, it is.
I have you on a security camera
entering his apartment building around the time of death.
He's a client of mine. I went by. I visited him. He wasn't there, and I left.
And now I know why. I mean, Jesus Christ, I'm sorry to hear that.
Did you hear he was tortured before he was killed?
- Did you hear that? - No.
No, I didn't.
Can you think of any reason why Marty Stein
would want to have his financial advisor killed?
I mean, Agent Deakins, that's wild speculation...
And I had no idea they were doing business together.
Well, I just thought, you know, you and Marty working so closely...
You hiring Marlon to get him out of jail and all.
That maybe you'd know something about this.
No, I... I don't.
I didn't know you had company.
Agent Deakins. DEA.
Oh, so what has Ethan gotten himself into now?
Deakins.
No, thanks. Yeah, no, I'm on my way.
I'll walk you out.
It was nice to meet you.
I'll get that for you.
Thank you.
If anything happens to Patrick...
You are over.
So you're tight with Marty Stein?
I worked for him for a short amount of time.
So I fucked you, and you withheld the information
that you're tight with the guy who's trying to kill me?
Oh, no, no, no. Hold on a second. We didn't know that yet.
Okay? And I didn't want to tell you 'cause I didn't want you to run.
Yeah, no shit!
So what'd you do for him, hmm?
- Did you kill people? - No.
No. That's not who I am.
No?
Then who are you?
What did you do for him?
I helped him out, I... You know, I fixed problems.
Yeah, you being honest now?
I am.
And you had the balls to question me?
You know, if you're so close to them,
why don't you ask him yourself?
Ask him what? Does he want you dead?
If Marty Stein is behind this,
the best thing we got going for us is that he doesn't know that we know.
Listen, just... Just hold on a second.
Believe me, when I tell you,
you don't show Marty Stein your cards.
You don't show him shit.
I know the man.
And I know how to play him.
When was this found?
I'm gonna have to ask you to stand back, ma'am.
I'm DEA. Where are the forensics? They should be all over this.
What? Who are you?
Did you hear me?
ID, Ms. DEA?
Shit, I left it at home. Dispatch just called me
to tell me they found Detective Finnegan's car.
We were partners on the gang task force.
Can you call...
Call who?
Never mind.
- Lowry. - They found his car.
Yeah, I know.
I'm here now. No forensics, nothing.
No one but some beat cop.
They're on top of it, Deakins, okay? They'll be there soon enough.
Just... Just let them do their job, all right?
Yeah.
Come on, pick a card.
All right.
Go on, now, put that card back on the top of the pile.
Not looking.
Magic...
- Is that your card? - No.
No, hmm?
All right.
What about this one, is that your card?
- Nope. - No?
All right.
Dude, that's your card, right?
No. Mine was the 5 of hearts.
Five of hearts?
That was the card.
Wait, so...
You mean that five of hearts?
- How'd you do that? - I'm a... I'm a genius.
Marlon, you got a minute?
- What's going on, kid? - 'Sup.
Can you give us a minute?
Look... Why don't you go in the house and play, okay?
Then I'll show you how I did the trick.
But I'm not gonna say anything.
I know you're not, 'cause you're gonna be in the house.
Come on.
Thank you.
So let's get this done. His mom will be back soon.
You ever hear the name Greg Barrett?
No. Why?
He's Marty's financial advisor, or one of them.
I know you guys moved a lot of money together.
Greg hired me to find Mia, Marlon.
Whoa, you think I'm in on Marty's thing?
- Bro, you came to me. - No...
Marty was pretty keen on me putting you on the books.
Why is that?
Keep an eye on me? Report back to him?
And then Greg comes to me,
Marty sends him my way but he doesn't tell me?
And then I learn that maybe Marty's behind all this?
The timing's pretty tight, Marlon. Pretty fucking tight.
You know what, I don't know, but, uh, Marty does not have me working you.
Well, I'm asking because I wanna know.
Last time I saw Marty,
I put him in the trunk of my car.
I almost took that motherfucker out.
I'm with Marty. Man, what do you want?
If Marty's behind this, then that's a fucking problem for me.
And I'm gonna go after him.
Doesn't that make you happy, Marlon?
I don't...
I tapped out about, like, six hours ago on your shit.
Come on, I watched you at the auto-body shop. You're good at this.
Maybe even enjoyed it a little bit.
You know what? I'm good at selling lights, man.
But you want to see me doing that, either, right?
I'm done. Go home.
Hey, hold on a second. Word on the street is that you need some money.
Here, take this.
Look, there's a lot more where that came from.
But I gotta know that Marty's not pulling strings, Marlon.
See, a part of you don't wanna believe that he would do that to you.
Yeah, you're right about that.
Yeah, he's the weed, man.
Choking the root of the tree. Sucking the life right out of it.
No matter how much you cut him down,
he's gonna keep coming back until he takes the whole motherfucker down.
- So help me, Marlon. - No, I don't wanna help you.
You know what, don't give a shit then.
But at least take my money.
Did you hear me? There's more where that came from, Marlon.
You know who wants it more than you?
Harper Deakins, DEA.
Well, I know her.
You need an ally against Marty.
She's the one. She's got all the resources behind her.
- Hmm. - But right now...
She ain't got no badge. She's suspended.
- She needs a little help. - Maybe she does.
I'll call you.
Nah.
I don't wanna be doing this shit, man.
Me neither. But I'm in it...
For now.
- Hey. - Hey.
Do you, uh... Do you want a coffee or something?
No, no, I can't stay.
It's bad news, isn't it?
They found his car, Lily.
Where?
Down by the docks. Burnt out.
Oh, my God!
It doesn't mean anything yet.
- He could still be... - You know what... Alive?
Nobody knows anything for sure yet.
I promised you I'd keep you in the loop, so...
I'm gonna find him, Lily, okay?
If he's alive, I'm gonna find him.
Promise.
I'm gonna get your house back.
I promise. I...
I shouldn't have put my name on that deed.
You know, maybe it's not such a bad thing I don't get it back.
What are you talking about? We had some great memories there, right?
Marlon, only memory I have left
is of Talia's body covered in blood.
I'm gonna get you another house.
Cecilia says it's okay for me
to stay with her as long as I like.
Now, Cecilia's place... Don't she have, like, six flights of stairs?
It's fine.
My doctor says I should exercise more.
I'm gonna get us back to where we were.
It's just gonna take me some time, that's all.
I'm sure he's fine. He's probably stowed up
in some motel in French Lick with some chick he met at a Blackjack table.
Without his car?
Look, I remember when you were happy this guy was kicked off the task force.
"This guy"? His name is Patrick.
Okay? You're allowed to say it.
Yo, ladies, come over here!
What are you doing?
I can't hear myself think.
It's a bar, not a library, okay?
He was supposed to call me.
Well, he's a big boy. He can handle himself. You know that.
I shouldn't have pushed it.
Don't put this on yourself. You were just doing your job.
We're trying to have a conversation here.
Oh!
And that, gentlemen, is why I'm not married.
Okay, okay, okay. Just let it go. Please?
Just sit down and drink your drink, okay?
CPD's probably got half the force out looking for him.
I'm sure they do.
Come here, all right? Come here?
Whoa!
The little girl's room's over there.
Ah, he's a comedian. This guy's a comedian, right?
Do me a favor, get up.
- Oh, your wish, beautiful. - Come on.
Get up...
Put your hand right here.
Uh, what?
- What, are you scared? - Come on, do it!
Be a man.
I'm inviting you.
- Go for it! - There you go.
Nice.
That right there, is a Baretta 92.
I hear even a whisper out of you or your buddies
before my friend and I have done our drink...
I'll put two in your pecker,
and then when you're crying for mommy,
I'm gonna put another up your asshole
just for shits and giggles.
Where were we?
- What are you doing here? - I need a minute.
All right.
You're enjoying your time off?
Any news about Patrick's car?
No, none yet.
I've asked CPD to keep me informed, though.
I think he's in trouble with Stein.
Marty Stein?
Well, goddamn it, Deakins, why would he be in trouble with him?
When he was on the task force, he was...
- He was kind of playing both sides. - Both sides of what?
He was playing Stein to get information posing as a dirty cop.
No, I didn't authorize any undercover work for Patrick.
That's on me.
I knew you wouldn't.
You're not making this easy on yourself, are you?
You've got a hearing with IA coming up
and they're gonna eat this shit right up.
Well, I don't really care what happens to me,
but if I'm responsible for Patrick's disappearance...
How close to the line did Patrick get?
Did he cross it?
I'm done with you lying to me, Deakins.
Yes!
Did you know he was playing
- both sides? - No.
So there wasn't any undercover operation for me to authorize.
- Is that right? - That's right.
So, what happened?
I found out during our investigation.
And you protected him.
Yep.
Yeah, I don't think you're gonna survive IA.
Finnegan, he sure as hell ain't.
Well, there is a time for all of that.
When did you last see him?
The night before last, around 11:00,
he went to speak to Marty to help me.
And then they both disappeared.
Okay, so you think that Stein found out that he was playing him?
I don't know, it's possible.
Oh, shit.
I need my badge.
I wanna help find him but I can't do anything while I'm suspended.
That's not up to me, Deakins.
That's not in my hands.
I will go down to CPD and see what I can find out for you.
But you...
You won't do a damn thing.
Are we clear?
Yes, sir.
- What do you want? - I may have something for you.
Something on my partner?
No, no. I'm sorry about that.
You know, how do I put this?
I think our interests have temporarily aligned.
- Yours and mine? - Yeah.
I seriously doubt that.
I just wanna find Finnegan.
His car was found down by the docks.
Burnt out. Window bashed in.
Yeah, I don't know anything about that.
No, of course you don't. You know nothing about Patrick.
Nothing about Greg Barrett's murder.
Greg Barrett is a different story.
What? What do you know?
Well, I didn't kill him but I might be able to give you the man who did.
And you're just gonna give that to me?
You know what? I want you to think of me as a concerned citizen.
How do you know this?
How do you guys put it? I have a confidential informant.
Jesus, Kelly.
- What's your play here? - Listen...
Do you want my help or do you want to stand around asking questions?
Here.
- Whose address is this? - Check it out.
I'm not gonna go to some address you give me.
You're setting me up?
You're a smart girl. You figure it out.
Hey.
Ethan, I need your help.
- Where are you? - Don't touch me.
Jen, what's going on?
There's a gun being held to my head.
They want Vasily or I'm dead.
Okay, tell me where you are.
Just bring, Vasily, please.
You bring Vasily to me or she's dead.
Who is this?
If you don't being him to me,
I'm gonna come after you after I'm gonna kill her.
Call this number when you're on the way.
Hey, don't you fucking...
- Is there a problem? - It's nothing I can't handle.
Mia, I'm not abandoning her. You hear me?
You are going to get yourself killed.
What is that gonna achieve then, huh?
You don't owe her.
You know there's no such thing as absolution for people like us?
What is that supposed to mean? "People like us"?
You know what I mean.
Maybe people like us are the ones that should be trying their hardest.
We are dealing with the Russian mob here, Ethan.
I know who we are talking about.
You shot one of them, remember?
Okay.
You care for Jen.
Loyalty is an admirable quality,
if distinctly over-rated.
Well, I'm glad to hear you think that way.
Oh, excuse me.
But her uncle tried to kill me and you
and she helped him. Are you forgetting that?
She had no choice.
She had a choice and she didn't choose us!
I sent her to Vasily. You understand?
I'm the one that put her in this shit.
Yeah, well, as long as they're looking for Vasily,
they're not looking for me.
Wow.
You're cold, Mia.
- I'm just stating facts. - Hmm.
Look, this isn't Fallujah, Ethan.
You can't just break down their door and go in, guns blazing.
You can either help me or not.
It's your choice.
I'm all ears.
You can't just be showing up, man.
I thought you enjoyed working for me.
I don't work for anyone, Ethan. Especially not you.
Shit. There I was thinking maybe we could go
into business together, Marlon.
Uh-huh. Make this quick.
My lady thinks I'm bein' helpful around the house.
How well do you know the Russians?
We did some business together. Why? This about Marty?
No, they kidnapped the girl that works for me.
Shit. You're having a bad day, man.
They want Vasily before they release her.
Well, we know that ain't gonna happen.
Suppose I make a play for her?
I'd say you're fucked.
There's gotta be another way, Marlon.
You got something they want?
If you do, still 50-50 you see your friend again.
She's all I have to trade.
You are a cold blooded motherfucker.
Maybe. Maybe.
- But I need you. - I'm busy.
Ten grand busy?
20 grand and I clear my schedule.
Fine.
You sure you can trust Kelly?
He's not stupid enough to send us into an ambush.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity,
I'm not sure about the former.
- Einstein. - He's my go-to guy.
- No, no. You stay right here. - Fuck that.
Please sit your ass in the car.
Don't make me regret bringing you along.
Hit it.
Go. Go, go, go, go, go!
Federal agents! We have a search warrant.
- Watch your left. - Somebody find the lights.
Eyes up, people.
Move it, move it.
On your right.
Come on, get those lights on.
Looking for a switch.
I got nothing. You?
Got something over here.
Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?
Get forensics.
You still fucking trust him?
You still here?
Our John Doe is one Vasily Anatov.
Prints on the gun match his.
Same caliber as the gun used to kill Greg Barrett.
Jesus.
You don't give up, do you?
Start talking.
What do you mean? You called me.
Did you kill him?
Come on, you can't really think that.
Vasily killed Barrett.
And you know that how?
Uh, it's an educated guess.
I delivered for you, Harper.
How did you know Vasily was dead?
I never said that. When did I say that?
Well, here we are.
Sitting here, having a drink.
You gotta be kidding.
Oh, you don't remember
our little misunderstanding about the storage locker?
- Oh, a misunderstanding? - Yeah.
We were speculating about two regular people having a drink at a bar.
Yeah, I remember.
Oh, here we are.
- I'm not drinking. - That can be handled.
Excuse me, miss. Can I get a Maker's Mark? Make it a double and neat.
You're out of your mind, Kelly.
Perhaps I am, Agent Deakins. Perhaps I am.
Oh, it's Ms. Deakins now.
I heard you were suspended. I'm sorry.
Wow! You're an asshole.
Maybe. Maybe.
But where's it written that an asshole can't come bearing gifts?
Hmm?
- What are you talking about? - Well...
You're in the doghouse.
Maybe I can open the gate for you.
- This is bullshit. - Is it?
You had a win today, we both know that, right?
I mean, it's not gonna help you with IA,
it's not gonna get you your badge back.
But do you know what you need? You need something bigger.
What if I was to give you some gangsters? Hmm?
I mean, that is the whole point to your little task force, isn't it?
- My little task force? - Mmm-hmm.
Harper. I'm offering you a big win.
I'm listening.
Looks fantastic. This is the life, baby.
- You mean that? - Yeah, I mean it.
'Cause Melanie says a leopard don't change his spots
and a man don't change his ways.
Well, Melanie's man ain't this man.
I was thinking maybe we could take Eli to the zoo this Saturday.
- Absolutely. - Yeah?
Yeah, whatever you want.
Okay. Then I'll get Crystal to watch him
- and maybe we can go dancing? - Dancing?
- Mmm-hmm. - What we gonna do, Nae Nae?
We can dance right now.
Come here.
Mmm. I heard our favorite club, the Cherry is closing down.
Mmm-hmm. There are better spots than that, baby.
Really? How would you know that?
You think I've been sitting at home waiting for you to come back to me?
Yes, I did.
You know what? You know what? I should go right now.
I still don't know what corporate security is.
I make sure that the business secrets stay secret.
Sounds boring.
Somebody's gotta pay for those zoo tickets.
- Try not to be too late. - I won't.
Turtle Island.
- Where's that? - It's in Fiji.
Oh, I know where it is.
I saw it on the Travel Channel.
You stay in these little huts in the forest. Private beach.
That's where I want to go when this is over with.
Just you and me.
Listen, I wanna thank you for doing what you're doing. I appreciate it.
- You ready? - Yeah.
You think this is gonna work?
There's only one way to find out.
Listen, my boy Peaches used to sling over by 17th.
Peaches? Who do you mean?
Yeah. You know, like, balls.
Peaches.
So this junkie... Stringy blond, blue-eyes,
fine if she ever took a bath.
She wants Peaches to sell her an eight ball, but she ain't got no cash.
After a little give and take,
she's on her knees in the alley behind Luther's.
Now the deal was,
she got her eight ball, but she was supposed to pay Peaches
the full throw the next day.
Once again, ladies, getting on your knees is complete waste of time.
Well that's just interest.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
So he goes to her crib to collect.
Turns out that she is Viktor's baby sister.
Now Viktor is one of our Russian friends.
Viktor plucks out Peaches' eyeballs on account.
He just wanted to get what was owed him.
Let me ask you something Marlon.
Does any of your stories end up happily?
Just so we all know what we're facing.
Yeah, this... This looks like it.
Your weapons.
And I wouldn't try running if I were you.
Get their weapons.
Hands up. Up, up, up.
Where's the girl?
With Viktor. In the barn.
You fucking liar!
He didn't tell you? Ignorance is a bliss, friend.
What the fuck is happening?
Just shut up and listen to what he says.
Thank you.
_
Now, let's go to the barn for exchange.
You're giving me to them?
I had no choice, Mia.
Move.
I can make you very rich.
Keep walking.
Whatever you want, I can get you.
She said the same thing to me. Unfortunately, I fell for it.
Who wouldn't?
All the money you want, I can get you. And more.
- Jesus Christ, Mia. - Let her talk.
Why be a soldier when you can be a general?
How would I know you won't fuck me?
Oh, she'll fuck you.
And it will almost be worth it.
Almost?
Keep moving. Get inside.
Follow Nikolai, get into the barn.
Hey, keep moving.
Not until I see Jen first.
She's okay.
And you're not in position to negotiate, my friend.
Maybe. But I'm not moving until I see her.
_
You see?
As good as new.
You okay, Jen?
- Bring her to me. - No.
No?
No, unfortunately, we don't do it this way. We take them both.
- Excuse me? - We take them both.
- That wasn't the deal. - No, I know.
But we are fucking the deal.
You can stay, or you can leave.
That was a joke, my friend.
You cannot leave, I'm afraid.
Let's go, get up.
Federal Agents! Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!
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Cease-fire! Cease-fire!
Get your hands up! Don't move!
Drop your weapons!
Drop 'em!
Hands up! Drop your weapon!
- You okay? - Yeah.
Come here. Let me get you a medic. Come on.
Took your sweet time, Harper.
Ethan!
Fuck!
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