Previously on Rogue...
The man you want is Marty Stein.
If Marty's behind this, then that's a fucking problem for me.
And I'm gonna go after him.
I just wanna find Finnegan.
His car was found down by the docks.
Burnt out. Window bashed in.
There's a gun being held to my head.
You bring Vasily to me or she's dead.
Who is this?
I'm gonna come after you after I'm gonna kill her.
We are dealing with the Russian mob here, Ethan.
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?
Your weapons.
You okay, Jen?
Bring her to me.
No. We take them both.
Federal Agents! Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!
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Ethan!
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Can you describe her body?
Mr. Kelly?
- Ethan. - Hmm?
Did Mia have any sort of marks, tattoos, deformations...
How is this helpful right now?
The more information you give us, the quicker we can find her.
Mr. Kelly, I promise you, we're doing everything we can to locate her,
- but given the circumstances... - No, no, no.
The circumstances are that I tried to help you guys out
and this is what happened?
Yeah, I'm a little bit fuzzy on how you were able to do that...
Mr. Dinard gave me a lead and I followed it.
That's the business I'm in.
The security business, right?
That's right.
So why not call the police?
US Marshals?
Let them handle the threat on Jennifer Alberts and her uncle.
Jen's family was in trouble because the Marshals screwed up.
Now, why aren't we out looking for Mia
instead of sitting around and fucking talking about it?
We have road blocks at three and five miles from the site.
We have an APB out state-wide.
I'm gonna grab a coffee.
I have told you a thousand times...
I have no idea where they took her.
You can't keep me here all day...
Hey, excuse me, you can't...
Who took her?
- Get outta here! - Where the fuck is she, huh?
- Where is she? - Ethan!
- What the fuck are you doing? - Get the fuck outta here!
You gotta let us do our job.
- Back down! Stand down! - Who the fuck is he?
I'm telling you, I'm telling you right now.
All right, we got it.
You can't pull that shit in here.
I'm sorry. Are you finished with Jen yet?
It's gonna be a little while longer but you should go home and get some rest.
You're not doing anyone any good like this.
I'll call you when we've got something.
Yeah, right.
Zizi?
- Mr. Dinard. - Where's Zipporah?
At a doctor's appointment.
What's that?
This is a pirate sword.
What happened to your leg?
What do we owe you?
Uh, 20 bucks.
Here you go.
- I'll see you later, Eli. - Bye.
- Hey. - Don't tell Mom.
I'm not gonna tell her, don't tell her I did that.
Hey.
Hi.
- Here. - Thanks.
Is there any news on Mia?
Not yet.
- I feel like this is all my fault. - Well, it's not.
She risked her life for me. And now...
Now, you need to help her.
How?
Anything you can remember...
Where did they keep you? Who did you talk to?
I, uh, I already told the other agents everything.
Well, we're the federal government, Jen, redundancies are kind of our thing.
Think.
I don't know.
They grabbed me outside of campus.
Brought me to a house...
Who did?
I heard the name, Ar-something...
- Arkady, I think it was. - Yeah.
Is that him?
Yeah.
Yes.
What did he say to you?
Did he mention anything about Mia?
No.
What about the others? Did they say anything?
Nobody said anything to me...
One of them made me tea.
Tea?
Yeah. He said it would keep me calm.
I don't know. I think he was just trying to play nice.
What was his name?
I don't know.
Come here for a sec.
Do you see him?
- Yeah. - Which one?
The one in the blue shirt.
You sure?
That helps.
What're you still doing here?
Waiting for you.
Get in.
- I'm sorry about... - No, no, forget about it.
It's not your fault.
I'm going to take you home, okay.
Wait, whoa, what? No.
Jen, it's over. You're out of this.
Go and have a good life.
"Go have a good... Good life?" Hmm.
My uncle is gone, my dad is gone.
You could've left me, Ethan, I know that. But you didn't.
I can, I can help.
I know I can help.
Let me help.
Okay.
So, we hear you have a soft spot for Jen.
You made her tea.
Now, maybe you're not such a bad guy, Sasha.
Hmm?
Got yourself into a bit of trouble though. Hmm?
Says here that you're an engineer.
Graduated St. Petersburg two years ago.
Is that a good school?
I went to Miami, myself.
It was a bit of a party school, truth be told.
I had a roommate who was an engineer though.
Industrial, I think...
Oh, he's building bridges and shit.
- Civil. - I'm sorry?
Civil engineer build bridge.
Industrial improve system.
Right.
Of course, I mean, you're the expert. I suppose.
See, I was a philosophy major, myself.
Now, I know, I know exactly what you're thinking...
"How does a philosophy major end up at the DEA?"
Well, I'll tell you, Sasha,
there is not a whole lot of money in the philosophy business.
And those student loans, they don't pay themselves, now do they?
Hmm?
Hard to get out from under it, sometimes.
Boy, I remember when I first started,
I took pretty much any job I could find.
I was fortunate to find my way here...
Doesn't look like you were so lucky.
Career took a bit of a detour, huh?
You see, I see people like you all the time.
Get promised a nice, cushy job in America,
but then you get here, and you find out
it's not quite what you thought.
Am I close?
Listen to me very carefully.
If that girl is still alive, you have options.
I tell the DA you cooperated,
that you helped to bring her back safely...
That goes a long way.
And if I don't know anything?
Well, I guess all that hard work you've put in, goes to waste.
My friends don't know I help you?
We won't say a word.
I think I know where they are holding her.
I didn't realize you were a philosophy major.
I'm not.
Didn't go to Miami either.
All right, we got an address. Let's get a team together.
I'm coming with.
No, you're not. You got your IA hearing in an hour.
- It can wait. - No. No. It can't.
These are not the kind of people you want to piss off, Deakins.
- I'm not gonna sit around and... - No!
So they don't kick your ass out of here.
This is more important.
No, hey. No, it's not.
That girl is already dead.
You know it as well as I do.
I need you back to 100%,
so this kinda shit doesn't happen again.
All right, let's go.
Who is this guy?
He's our lawyer. Used to be.
Why would he know where Mia is?
I don't know that he does,
I just know he's involved right now, and he's MIA.
You know, just do your thing. Come on, come on.
Right, uh, okay. Read me both of their numbers.
Marty's first and then Betsy's.
Marty is...
Ah, put, "Union Station.
"Platform three.
"Pick me up in 30 minutes."
Agent Deakins.
Have a seat.
I'm Agent Ward, this is Agent Powell.
Hi.
Let's get started, shall we?
Federal agents! Open up!
Federal Agents! We have a warrant! Open the door!
Go.
Go, go, go.
Eyes wide, eyes wide.
During your DEA entrance interview
you were asked the following question,
"Have you or any of your friends or family ever used,
"possessed or distributed a Schedule I narcotic?"
Okay.
You answered in the negative.
Is that correct?
That's correct.
You and Jack Glencoe were currently
in a relationship at the time of that interview?
Remind me of the date.
October 14, the year 2012.
Yes.
Given Mr. Glencoe's history on drug abuse,
would you care to explain your answer?
I lied.
Special Agent Nate Lowry
briefed us on your helpfulness during
a recent Russian mafia takedown.
He seems to feel that you are an
indispensable member of this task force.
Well, that's nice to hear.
We also received a letter from your former pa,
CPD Detective Patrick Finnegan.
"Working with Harper Deakins for a period of five months...
"In that time, I have come to know her as an agent of the highest caliber,
"possessing exceptional fortitude,
"strength of character, and unimpeachable integrity."
"She remains a sterling example of the fundamental values
"and ideals that the Chicago Gang Task Force aims to uphold."
I didn't know he knew such long words.
Anything you'd like to say on your behalf
before we make our recommendation?
I haven't been perfect.
I've made mistakes.
And sometimes my methods are misguided,
but never my motives.
I lied about my boyfriend's drug use because I wanted the job.
And yes, I used my position as a federal officer
to get him off what I believed to be an unfair and bogus charge.
I take full responsibility for those mistakes.
Jesus.
I, uh...
I ask only that you take into account
my entire record before making your decision.
Guess you're stuck with me.
They're giving me back my badge.
Hey.
She's dead, isn't she? Mia's dead?
We didn't find her.
House was empty.
Then, what?
Picked up something else though...
Her jacket, covered in blood.
Mia's?
Found this inside the pocket.
I don't understand.
What would the Russians want...
Could this have something to do with what we talked about the other day?
What?
Is it possible that Patrick was still working with Stein?
No.
Fuck no.
Hey.
Eli?
Kayla?
Argh!
What is going on here?
What happened to you?
Argh! Giant octopus took a chunk outta me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
It's true, Ma, I seen it happen.
Eli, go to your room for a second.
- But... - Now.
Trade you?
Okay.
You okay?
Yeah, a mishap at work.
I'm sorry about your vase, baby.
What kind of mishap?
Snagged on a rusty nail on the door frame.
And you need crutches for a rusty nail?
They only gave me about a week to live.
- Let me see it. - Why?
'Cause I don't believe you.
This how it's always gonna be?
I don't know, you tell me.
Baby, you gotta give me a break.
I'm giving you a chance to tell me the truth.
It's like I said. There was a rusty nail.
Hospital gave me these crutches and I got a tetanus shot.
- Let me know when. - Okay.
Hey, but not yet, uh, just a second.
Okay, there.
What exactly are we looking for?
Anything that tells us where Marty might have gone
or what he knows about Mia.
- Start looking through here. - Okay.
Here we go.
What'd you find?
Different name.
Different life story.
Take this and that one there.
Anything?
He says that's where they were holding her, and that's all he knows.
Swears he knows nothing about Patrick.
- You talked to CPD? - Yeah.
Yeah, I had a conversation with his lieutenant,
went through all his case files.
There's nothing in there that should've put him anywhere near those Russians.
It doesn't make any sense...
Sometimes it doesn't.
You cross the wrong person...
Never see it coming till it comes.
You trying to tell me that law enforcement's dangerous?
Yeah.
It gets even more dangerous when you play both sides.
I'm going to the house.
There's nothing there, team's already been through it.
Beats sitting around here.
Right.
Hello, good looking.
Hmm.
Seems like just yesterday that was us.
Mmm. Yeah.
That was a wonderful evening.
I'll say.
You know, I called your office.
They say you don't work there anymore.
Someone had to stick with Marty.
I stuck with him and they kicked me out.
- I never pegged you as the loyal type. - Hmm.
Still sour things didn't work out between us, huh?
Sophie...
I'm looking for Marty and I can't locate him.
- You and me both. - Hmm.
Scout's honor.
I came across some of your work recently. Go ahead, take a look.
Mind telling me about this?
Sorry. Can't help you.
Oh, yeah? Why is that?
Because I don't know why you're asking.
Well, a friend of mine is in trouble.
Always seems to be the case with you.
I'm being serious, Sophie. And I'm asking, please.
Look, I think Marty's in a situation.
- What kind of situation? - The bad kind.
The time-sensitive kind.
You think this girl has something to do with it?
I mean, it's a theory.
Look, if something happens to Marty, it's bad for me,
but it's even worse for you. The firm doesn't want you.
And Marty's your meal ticket now.
Okay, Sophie.
Marty came to me about four weeks ago.
Asked me to look into this girl.
Look into her how?
He...
He wanted to know if there was a connection
between her and this guy, Wu...
- Wu? - Yeah, Leonard Wu.
And who is he?
I don't know, it was a month ago, what do you want?
I want to know.
I think he was a geologist, or something.
- A geologist? - Yeah. I think.
Look, I couldn't find what Marty was looking for,
so why does any of this matter?
I'll let you know.
It's good to see you, Sophie.
- Can I help you? - Good afternoon.
Special Agent Nate Lowry with the Chicago Gang Taskforce.
I'm looking for Marlon Dinard.
Marlon's out. What'd he do?
Well, actually, Mr. Dinard's been assisting us recently.
Came by to deliver some good news.
It's not too often I get to do that.
Okay.
Well, if you could let Marlon know that the paperwork
for his asset forfeiture has gone through.
Looks like he'll be getting his store back.
- Well, that is good news. - Yeah.
How's he holding up, by the way?
What do you mean?
His leg.
You mean the one that he caught on the rusty nail?
Right. Yeah, well, uh...
It seemed pretty bad, so I just thought I'd check in on him.
Yeah.
Look, why don't you just have him give me a call when he gets in.
- Right. - Will do.
Thank you.
Hey, how'd it go?
- You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah. Of course, I just, uh...
It's nothing.
What did she say?
Ah... Not much.
I can see why you two get along.
You know, Jen,
if you want to go home, I understand.
No.
I'm sorry, it's just...
- It just kinda comes in waves, you know? - Mmm.
Stop staring at me. Yes, I'm crying.
What did you get?
I got a name, uh... Leonard Wu.
Who's that?
Marty seems to think that Mia and him are connected in some way.
There's hundreds of them, that's not really promising.
Got anything else?
Well, Sophie said that he's a geologist.
Geologist, um...
All right, I got a Leonard Wu. LM Dorr and Company.
It's an independent mine auditing firm.
- Oh, check this out. - Hmm?
"A private aircraft crashed in southeast Utah, Wednesday.
"The plane was reported overdue in the afternoon
"when it did not arrive at its destination.
"All three on board were killed including the pilot,
"Timothy Rigby, and two senior LM Dorr auditors,
"Samantha Jordan, and Leonard Wu."
Hmm.
- Hey. - Hey.
Found another one, 30 yards west.
Another body or another site?
I don't know, we'll find out soon enough...
So, what's the tally?
It's eight so far.
They think one of the graves might be a double.
Did the team say anything about...
Listen, everything they've pulled up so far...
It's been there a while.
Okay.
- Can I ask you something? - Mmm.
What the hell are you still doing here?
What?
I mean, you're breaking into homes and offices, mobster shoot-outs...
Mia's a client.
Client for what? What do you actually do?
What do you mean what do I do?
Are you a private investigator, are you a body-guard? I...
You know what, you could call me like a, I guess a jack of all trades.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, what exactly do you get paid for all of that, Jack?
Oh, I see you want a little cut of the action.
- I didn't say that. - Well.
Hey, you know what? Don't turn this around on me,
I know exactly why I'm here. Those guys killed my father.
But as far as I can tell, you don't have a dog in this fight.
No.
Everything's not always that clear cut.
Are you fucking her?
No.
Holy shit. Yes, you are!
Teetonka.
Fine, I'll be quiet.
No, I want you to look it up.
I don't need to look it up. I know what it means.
Teetonka, "talks too much" in Sioux.
No, no, Teetonka Chicago Inc.
It was Leonard Wu's last job before he died.
Oh.
So you speak Sioux, huh?
My mother's Native American.
So, you're Russian, Chinese and Native American, is that right?
- I never said I was Chinese. - Mmm.
- Hmm. - Just fucking with you.
I'm pretty much the poster child
for the benefits of interracial breeding.
Teetonka Chicago Inc.
It's a uranium mine in Utah.
Uranium?
Looks like they're a subsidiary of some Russian company,
Bershov Industrial.
Max Bershov owns Teetonka?
You know the guy?
Well, I know of him. I mean, he, uh...
He pretty much outfitted half the, uh...
Private security companies that I worked for over in Afghanistan.
An arms manufacturer?
Yeah, something like that.
Who runs their American operations?
Looks like their chief operating officer is a Tilda Switzer.
Let me see.
Hey.
Eat something.
This stuff will kill you.
You promise?
You should go home.
And do what?
I don't know, sleep?
I came here because I wanted to find something,
you know, something we missed,
hoping he was alive...
Maybe they were holding him somewhere...
And now, with all of this, and the waiting...
I just want to know, you know, get it over with.
Oh, thanks.
You should get out of here.
- Come on. - No.
Yeah, you're torturing yourself.
- Doesn't matter. - It does matter.
It matters because the fallout from this
is gonna cause a shitstorm in the morning and I need you at your best.
- What about you? - What about me?
I'll be outta here in an hour.
Right, any updates, I'll let you know. Go on.
Go!
- All right. - Okay.
I was never very fond of carnations.
Well, I thought it was the thought that counts.
Says who?
Boy.
What the hell is wrong now?
Nothing's wrong.
In fact, I got good news for you.
Huh, it really looks like it.
An Agent Lowry stopped by,
said your assets are getting un-seized.
No shit. Wow.
Looks like you're getting your store back.
That's... Man, that's, that's good news, you know!
At least now I don't feel so bad throwing your ass out.
- Hey, what you mean... - Don't touch me.
I'm asking you what you're talking about.
He asked about your leg, Marlon.
So?
The man wasn't asking about a rusty nail scratch.
- Hey... - You lied to me.
I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd get upset.
Mission accomplished.
I was working with the Feds on this kidnapping case.
You know what, you might as well just stick
with your giant octopus story, 'cause...
Did you just hear what...
A client of the security firm, they...
They got into some trouble and I just wanted to help out.
You're working with the Feds?
I didn't want to tell you, because I knew how you'd react.
What happened to your leg?
I got caught with a ricochet.
- A bullet? - Yes, a bullet!
Get your stuff,
get out of my house.
Did you not hear what I just said?
Did you... I said I was working with the police!
I'm trying to do good by you and Eli.
You lie too easily, Marlon.
I can't have this around Eli.
That's it?
That's what you're saying to me?
Look me in my face and tell me that that's it.
After everything. Look me in my face and tell me that.
Get out.
Thought you said the stock was worth 200 a share.
It is. Why?
Well, Tilda's sitting up there running the whole damn operation.
What do you mean?
I mean, Teetonka is five people sitting in an office.
Huh.
There she is.
I mean, their stock's been skyrocketing in the last six months
with her at the helm.
Maybe they don't need anybody else.
What else did you find out about her?
Nothing, really.
On paper, she's the very model of the modern major COO.
Fellow Harvard alum...
Well, I guess you're not really an alum...
Spent two years at an investment bank,
a Moscow hedge fund for four,
moved into commodities, and then took over Teetonka nine months ago.
Did you find out any dirt, Jennifer?
She plays Ultimate Frisbee on the weekends.
I guess that's kind of embarrassing.
What about text messages, e-mails, phone, something, come on?
Encrypted.
Encrypted. Well, mine were encrypted but you found a way in.
That was different.
Oh, yeah. Why?
I was working right next to you, I just paired my device to yours.
What do you mean?
Cell phone next to cell phone.
Nobody ever protects their Bluetooth network.
Well, not as much as they protect everything else.
It's just an easier point of entry.
- Sneaky little bitch. - Excuse me?
- Hey. - Hey.
Thank you.
How you doing?
Better than some.
Yeah, well...
Um, anyone told his girlfriend yet?
No.
I'm not looking forward to that conversation.
Yeah, well, I obviously didn't mean it should be you.
Why? Why, "obviously," shouldn't it be me?
Well, for starters, you're in love with her boyfriend.
- I'm not... I'm not in love. - Yeah.
Yeah, you are.
Jesus.
How sad am I?
Everyone always realizes how much they love someone once they're gone.
Is that right?
Yeah. Yeah, well, uh...
You know, that's how I knew we were done.
What, you weren't in love with me after I was gone?
No, I was.
But you weren't.
I was more relieved than anything else, yeah.
Fuck you, I knew you were, too.
Wait, how long?
- How long did... - Did I know about Patrick?
Ooh, I don't know. It doesn't matter, does it?
Guess not.
So, you knew, and you were going to propose anyway?
Well, you see...
You're sort of an emotionally stunted woman, Harper Deakins.
Sorry, but it's true. And I...
You know, you might have gone your whole life
without ever figuring it out.
I wasn't going to say anything, so...
I don't know. I didn't think it would matter,
you know, once I made you blissfully happy.
Well played, Glencoe.
Almost. Almost well played.
- While we're on the subject... - Mmm-hmm.
Who is the, uh...
Who is the young girl who answered your phone?
The young lady's name is Maddie.
Uh, it's early stages, though, so...
I don't know.
So, what, is she twelve?
Madison is her name and she's a doctor.
She's going to be a doctor
when she, when she finishes university...
and then goes to med school.
Deakins.
Yeah. No, I'm on my way.
What's up?
That's uh, that's Lowry. He's got something.
- Go, go, go. - Okay, thank you.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir. Can I get a Maker's, please?
- Thanks. - Hmm.
Hmm.
You know, what's unfortunate is that's the one novel
of his that I identify the most with.
Philip Roth. The Human Stain?
Well, that's why I said it's unfortunate.
You must be a professor.
Nah, no.
I just don't think that you've read that far into the book.
Hmm.
Got you.
I don't believe you.
- Oh, really. - Mmm-hmm.
My hand to God, I promise.
People need more common sense.
Oh, "Common sense isn't so common."
You know that, come on now.
Are you trying to sound smart by quoting Voltaire?
Nobody sounds smart quoting Voltaire.
- That's the truth. - Yeah.
I'm sorry. I have to take this.
- Okay. - Excuse me.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Hello?
Can you speak?
Yes.
It's done.
Mia Rochlan is dead.
Oh, fuck.
What about the Stein situation?
Progressing. Should have update soon.
Let me know.
Oh, and I have Ethan Kelly here with me.
I can keep him occupied, if you'd like to take care of this tonight.
Hold on.
Where are you now?
At dinner.
Hmm. Bring him back to your place.
- We'll be waiting. - Oh, fuck.
Cheers. Thanks.
I'm so sorry.
- Hmm? - Work.
So, where were we?
Federal Agent! Drop your weapon!
Exit the office with your hands up!
Come out with your hands up!