Previously on Rogue...
I need these fingerprints IDed.
Prints belong to Gary Keyes.
You got an address?
US Marshals, put your hands on your head.
You want to know how Marty Stein makes his money?
You take a closer look at Deanston Finance
and his friend
Greg Barrett who runs the thing.
I wanna do an interview with her.
- Is that you on the recording? - Yes.
Yes?
They're doing a hatchet job, those motherfuckers.
They recut the whole goddamn thing.
Miranda leaked the interview to Gaffney this afternoon.
He's called a vote to terminate your partnership.
Well...
It was close.
I need a loan, Marty.
This is reparation. This is the price of letting you live.
He's gonna set me up with a package,
get me back on my feet.
You did well.
Marty Stein, I have a warrant for your arrest.
It says that you used your connections
to get your boyfriend off on a cocaine charge.
- It's a bullshit charge. - There's gonna be an investigation.
Until then, you're on administrative leave.
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Where is Gary Keyes, Mr. Kelly?
I've told you, I don't know.
Keep selling me that same horseshit,
we're gonna be at this all day.
Is that supposed to make me change my answers?
I'm telling you, that's all I know.
Because if you're into something, Jen...
"Into something"?
I'm saying, it's better if you tell us now.
He's my boss. That's it.
What were you doing at the house?
- I was looking for Jen. - Why?
Well, she hadn't come in to work for a couple days,
and, uh, I got concerned.
So call the police.
Oh, that was my next move. Yeah.
After you broke into her house?
I thought I heard a scream.
Says you've been MIA the last couple of days.
- Yeah, so? - So, where you been?
Home. School. Friends...
Look, I blew off work. So what?
There was no one else inside.
I know. And I said, I thought I heard a scream.
It could have been one of the neighbor's kids... I mean, look...
I was worried about Jen.
Is any of this gonna help you find my uncle?
I'm not buying it.
Okay. Well, I'm sorry if you feel that way, but it's the truth.
All right, Mr. Kelly.
Sit tight.
What do you make of all this?
I don't know.
Jen vouches for him.
Feels like she's holding back, though.
Yeah. I'm getting a whiff of that on my end too.
Anything on the gun they found on him?
Nothing yet.
Did he say what the hell he was doing in there?
Sticking to the "screaming woman" line.
Well, the guy did two tours of Afghanistan.
Maybe he's got a bit of a hero complex.
He's got a bit of a bullshit complex, more like.
Think it'd do any good to hold him for a couple of days?
I don't know.
Ir's been the same story the last four hours.
I say we bounce 'em.
See what's what when the gun comes back.
Yeah.
What happened to you, Mia?
You were supposed to be watching my fucking back.
Uh... I don't...
I don't know, Ethan. They came out of nowhere.
Look, I'm sorry.
Forget it. Let's go.
- Let's go. - You know, why don't you just say what you're thinking?
What am I thinking?
I saw that look on your face when the marshals lead you out.
You think I turned you in.
What was I supposed to think?
I don't know. But not that.
Okay, well, nobody else knew I was in there except you.
We're gonna have to figure this out.
Stay here.
Hey, Jen.
- What are you doing? - Who are you?
- What? - W... who the fuck are you?
Answer my question.
Ethan, I...
Okay. You know what? Come on. Come on.
Here, drive.
So, you targeted me?
Your plan?
It was my idea.
I knew Gary didn't have it in him. Not anymore.
Not after so long.
What do you mean, "Have it in him"?
Figured if I helped, maybe we could...
What?
I've been in witness protection since I was 10.
My dad turned states against some Russian mobster called Samara Bratva,
but he didn't make it to the trial.
I don't understand, Jen.
Gary raised me after the mob killed my dad.
- Gary's not your... - He's my uncle.
Treated me like I was his though.
Marshals relocated us to Chicago after he testified. It's...
Been almost 20 years.
Thought we were safe by now.
You wanna know the funny part?
He was taking out a life insurance policy.
That's how they found us.
One day he wasn't thinking,
and he used his old social security number, and bam...
They gave him two options, either work a job,
or watch as they sawed the heads off of his wife and kids.
Some choice.
My uncle's dead, isn't he?
I'm sorry, Jen.
What did he do for him?
- Hmm? - What did he do for him?
Mia. They wanted Mia.
What do you mean? Dead?
Why do they want Mia dead?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
You know what? I don't believe you.
Honestly, Ethan, I could give a shit right now what you believe.
- I need a name. - Why?
What are you... You gonna take on the Russian mob?
Why the fuck do you care what I do?
If I were you Ethan, I would run as far away from that girl as possible.
- Did your uncle have a contact? - What?
Is there somebody that he dealt with, Jen?
Uh... Levsha.
Levsha?
Yeah. One time, I saw it in his phone.
Mmm-hmm. Okay.
Good. Get in the car. Let's go.
My Uncle Gary was just trying to protect his family.
My cousins are in elementary school.
Hey, you know when the mob finds out that Mia's still alive,
we're all dead.
You okay?
You staying over again?
I don't know. Sounds like you kicking me out.
Eli's got camp in the morning.
Wait. Did I... Did I miss something?
I thought we was connecting.
Now you're treating me like a one night stand.
Eli's getting older, Marlon.
I can't hide stuff from him. Not like before.
You ain't got to hide nothing from him.
Do you see me ducking out of here to make private phone calls?
Or disappearing to take care of business? I'm right here, with you.
I just want to make sure that we're here,
that we're really here,
you're not gonna go back on your word.
Babe.
Come here.
I'm not going back on my word.
You think what I said to you was just
to get inside your pants?
- Didn't you? - Hell, yeah.
I had to.
You keep saying things are different, but I just...
Nah, things aren't different.
I'm the one who's different since Talia died.
And now? I want out of this life.
I'm not doing this for no one else except me.
But you're doing a little bit for me, right?
Just a little bit for you.
Well, what are you gonna do for money, smart ass?
Hmm...
The DEA,
they promised to unfreeze the store if...
I landed them something big.
And did you?
The biggest.
- Really? - Yeah, I'm going downtown tomorrow
to fill out the paperwork.
- I like that. - Hmm. You like that?
- Mmm-hmm. - All right.
Where are you going?
You know, Eli's got camp and all. So...
Come here.
- Just stay. - You want me to stay?
- Mmm. - All right.
Mmm.
What do you know about Greg Barrett?
I know that you should leave it alone.
Marty ever mention him?
What is wrong with you?
Where do I start?
You know, I'm not joking around.
I know.
You're adorable when you're serious.
Marty Stein might as well be dead, okay?
You got him. Two in the back of his skull,
you tossed him out the building.
Are you trying to turn me on, Patty?
What more can you do to the man?
You won.
Why don't I feel celebratory?
Because you're sick in the brain.
Greg Barrett works at Deanston Finance.
I got his name from Angelo Becerra.
You put the screws to Angelo Becerra?
The man owns half the city.
And I think he's got a crush on me.
His secretary sent me Bulls tickets
for Saturday night.
And you're proud of this?
First thing, we talk to Barrett.
Oh, now it's "We."
Kind of has to be.
I don't have a badge anymore.
- Thanks. - You're welcome. And no.
No?
Marty Stein has been crucified by the media,
his own law firm kicked him out.
And what, you arrested him hours ago?
He's already been released.
Yeah, but are his assets still frozen?
- Yeah. - Then it's over for him.
It's done. Period.
- I want him in jail. - You got to let this go, okay?
This isn't healthy.
Don't puss out on me, Finnegan.
You said you were gonna help me out,
prove what a good man you are and all that shit.
I said that? That doesn't sound like me.
Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Deanston Finance
with or without you.
Lock the door.
Ethan, what the hell is going on?
Nothing.
Nothing?
You haven't said a word since we got back in the car.
Look, I'm sorry. I fucked up, okay?
- It's not that. - Then what?
Does the name Levsha mean anything to you, Mia?
No. Should it?
Ethan, you're scaring the shit out of me.
What did Jen say to you?
We have to trust each other.
There's a contract out on you.
And Jen told you this?
- Yeah. - And you believe her?
Gary Keyes is Jen's uncle.
He's connected to the Russian mob.
I don't understand this...
- Okay, is there any other reason why... - No.
Mia, I really need you to think...
No! I have no fucking idea, Ethan!
Sit down.
- Now, think Mia. - It is the Russian mob, Ethan. I have no idea.
Is it possible that you knew someone...
I don't know what it has anything to do with, Ethan...
I'm telling you, I don't know!
What about trades?
Did you involve any of the Russians with the...
Oh, my God. Do you know how many times I fucking did that?
Do you know how many companies, and how many people...
I need you just to calm down.
That's the only way we're gonna fucking figure this out.
You don't understand. There is no figuring this out, Ethan...
We have to get our stuff and we have to go. We have to run.
Mia, you can't run.
I should have left a long time ago...
I don't know why I stayed.
Listen to me. Gary Keyes was in witness protection
and they got to him.
You'll be running forever.
Yeah, well, it's better than the alternative.
Please, please, Mia. Mia.
Listen. If you want to go, I won't stop you.
But trust me, when I say to you,
that everything catches up with you in the end.
Please rise. The court of the second judicial circuit,
criminal division, is now in session.
- Any word? - No.
Without Agent Deakins' testimony you don't stand a chance
at getting your assets back.
I'll request a continuance with the judge,
but I don't have high hopes he'll grant us one.
Shit.
Fuck, man.
Jesus.
Hang on.
What are you doing here?
Are we gonna do this through the door?
How'd you find me?
It wasn't that hard.
Where were you at this morning? Huh?
Court. You were supposed to testify.
My assets. Did you forget?
No, I didn't forget.
What the fuck does that supposed mean?
I can't help you right now.
We had a deal.
I know. And I feel like shit about this, but I've been suspended.
So what?
So, I can't do anything.
I'm sorry.
That's some bullshit.
It's temporary.
- As soon as I'm back... - Yeah, okay. I see how it is.
You get yours and just fuck everybody else, right?
No, that is not how it is.
Talk to my boss, Lowry. He knows you played a big part in...
A big part? I played the whole fucking part!
You wouldn't... All right.
Talk to him. No promises. But maybe he can help.
Oh.
Good morning.
Morning.
Listen...
Last night shouldn't have happened.
It was my fault, I shouldn't have kissed you.
I just...
I don't know, I guess I just didn't wanna think about anything for a second.
Yeah. I understand.
Did you make coffee?
- Yeah. - Mmm.
So what do we do now?
I was thinking about that. I'm gonna call a guy that I think can help us.
Yeah?
Yeah, it's not a perfect plan by far but, you know...
Yeah, well you have to start somewhere, right?
Yeah.
What?
Do you want some pancakes?
Is that what those are?
Yeah, I mean, a little burned.
But they're edible.
Yeah, well, I'll take whatever you're serving, I guess.
Cooking is not one of my many talents.
Well, you have others.
I'm gonna get dressed.
Yeah.
Hey, Ethan.
Yeah.
I know you said it's all about the money.
You helping me.
And maybe it is.
I know, it probably is...
But in any case...
I wanted to thank you.
Well, don't thank me yet.
You got a minute?
Thanks for seeing me.
All right.
I know I mentioned, briefly on the phone
what this was...
I know why you're here.
And let me preface by saying that the deal you made with Agent Deakins,
was made with Agent Deakins.
As long as she's under investigation,
I can't go near her cases.
My hands are tied.
I got you Marty Stein.
Your assets were seized because they were part of a large, ongoing
criminal enterprise.
I held up my end bargain of the.
And as soon as Agent Deakins is reinstated,
I'm sure you'll be adequately compensated for your efforts.
No, man.
I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm not supposed to be here, man.
Guys like me, who grew up on these streets,
we got an expiration date. You feel me?
When you get to be my age and you ain't done
no real time jail time...
You start to tell yourself, like,
that while you doing this illegal shit...
That at least you're on the better side of the wrong side of crime.
You know, you get yourself a nice house,
nice business.
Niggas start to forget
about where all that money came from.
But not me.
I knew exactly how my bills got paid.
You know, I came from the same street as you did.
I doubt that.
I had this friend in middle school.
Tucker.
You know, he was that cat.
There was nothing he wasn't good at.
Sports, music, women,
and we'd get up to all kinds of trouble, you know...
Petty shit, mostly.
You know, we'd steal liquor from a convenience store
on 63rd street.
You know, I'd distract the cashier
by telling her I want to buy some smokes
and he'd stick a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 up his shirt.
I'm not really hearing how this gets my asset back.
So, one Friday, I shot my mouth off, I got detention.
And Tucker went to the store solo.
You know, we were supposed to catch up later.
But that day, the convenience store clerk call the cops.
There was a standoff.
They thought that the bottle of Mad Dog that he had wrapped up in his jacket...
Was a gun.
Tucker took two in the back of the head.
See, I ain't supposed to be here either, man.
Yeah. So...
You're just telling me to walk away?
I'm saying you're young. You're healthy.
You're breathing. You need money.
Do what the rest of us do.
What's that?
Get a job.
Detective Finnegan. Agent Deakins.
We're here to talk to Greg Barrett.
I'll just grab my boss. One moment.
Place has a bit of a morose vibe.
They work in finance. Basically, the gates of hell.
Who pissed in your cornflakes?
You're here about Greg?
Yeah, that's right.
We told the other detectives everything.
- What detectives? - From homicide.
Homicide?
Greg was murdered three days ago.
We seem to be playing a little bit of catch-up here.
Did they say what happened?
We didn't get details,
just that he was found in his apartment by a neighbor.
I'm gonna need Greg Barrett's address.
Can you tell us about his recent business activity?
Excuse me?
What he was working on? Who he was involved with day to day?
I'm sorry, what department are you with again?
Chicago police force. Major crimes.
Right. Well, I've already made a statement on the matter.
I'm sure your colleagues
will be happy to fill you in.
Thank you very much.
Why do I suddenly feel like
this is Hutchings all over again?
Peters.
Hey! Finnegan. What's going on, man?
How you doing, there?
Hey, this is Harper Deakins, gang taskforce.
- How you doing? - What happened in there?
Well, some real nasty, medieval shit.
How's that?
They tortured that poor son of a bitch something fierce.
- No kidding... - I mean, some over-privileged,
ass-crack in finance gets his fingernails ripped out...
I'm not shedding any tears
but it is a shitty way to go.
We think this murder is connected to another case...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You need to talk to Grady and Delsanto
'cause they're running primary on this.
- Oh, come on. You serious? - Yeah, brother.
Yeah, man, for real. They are.
Christ!
- All right, man. - All right, bro, take care.
- See that shit? - Can we get back to the car
before you start Marty Steining?
No. That.
You think your boys grabbed the footage?
Put in a call to Delsanto.
- Oh... - Oh...
Lucky, man!
- Just like something... - Give it again...
Do it again, huh!
Oh, yes.
Hey!
Go in there. Fire up that Xbox. I'll be in there in a second.
Cute kid, Marlon.
What...
Marty sent you?
No, I came own my own.
Well, his mom will be home soon.
Oh, this will only take a minute.
What, Marty tell you, where to find me?
What do you mean? You work for me, remember?
This address was on the court paperwork.
Well, so is my cell.
Why don't you call me next time. I don't like these drop-ins.
Well, I need some help.
And you came to me?
Look, I'm looking for a guy by the name of Levsha.
Russian mob.
What do I look? Eastern European to you?
I just thought maybe you'd come across his name, over the years.
No, I haven't.
Maybe you have a contact. Someone that did.
What do you think, my contacts just meet with a guy,
'cause I tell him to?
Doesn't work that way.
Well, I need an in, Marlon.
There's this bar on Grantham.
The Iron Mule.
Either your guy drinks there,
or he knows everyone who does.
Thanks.
Whoa,
I'm sorry, sorry...
Excuse me, bartender. Can I get three shots
of vodka, please, if you don't mind?
Come on...
- Here... - Right.
Two and...
Please.
(Sirsty...
Suka...
Huh?
Suka, huh?
Yeah. Suka... suka, suka, suka...
You know what...
This is for her boss.
Yeah. Fucking boss.
Yeah...
And this is to her scuba instructor...
Now...
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
And this one here...
Yeah. This is for my brother.
That fucking whore. That fucking bitch.
- What's her name? What's her name? - Huh?
Natalia, that's her name.
Oh, Natalia. Russian?
Mitya.
- Oh. - You know what.
Let me tell you something.
I gave her fucking everything.
I gave her everything and she still...
You see that. That's your mistake.
For Russian women, it's about respect.
- What do you mean? - You give them too much...
They fuck your brother.
Yes.
- They fuck your brother. - I like you.
- Huh? - You're my new friend. I like your attitude.
Two more, hey big boy!
Two more.
Yeah, okay.
Another one, huh! Oh, look at that!
My babushka, she tell me...
- How much we got? - Over and over...
Fifty bucks.
"Evgengi, why do always you eat?"
- "Evgengi, why you not sexy like when you are young?" - Thank you.
"Evgengi, why stomach so big and...
penis so small?"
And one time, one time,
- I buy her dress that is wrong size... - So small...
She throw me out of house.
- Threw you out of the house? - Oh!
My wife would let you in.
Get rid of this.
Get rid of this, sloth.
What's her number?
Mitya...
I have a favor...
My wife was texting someone,
- from this place. - Oh.
His name is Levsha. Know who he is?
Trust me, leave it alone.
Leave it alone, what do you mean?
Who is he?
Vasily Anatov.
You're always running over the mouth.
Listen, Ethan...
This is not a guy you want to fuck with.
Seriously.
- You understand what I'm telling you. - Yeah, I am.
So, let's drink more
and tomorrow...
You will forget about all of this.
Na Zdorovie! Na Zdorovie!
I got a name.
Vasily Anatov.
A-N-A-T-O-V.
How did it go?
These fuckers can drink.
Okay. 1255 Merrigold Lane.
All right, thanks.
Come on, turn around.
Can I help you?
Yeah, is Marlon around?
- Mar? Door. - All right.
Was I not fucking clear when I told you to call me next time?
You know that tip gave me, it checked out.
Good for you, man.
I need your help on something, Marlon.
I've been about as charitable
as I plan to be with you, bro.
I just need a little muscle, Marlon.
Did you not hear me? I said the answer is no.
No?
Hey! You owe me.
- How is that? - I vouched for you in court.
I put you on my payroll.
If it wasn't for me,
your ass would be sitting in jail.
No, that's the deal you made with Marty, not me, bro.
You know what I wonder?
I wonder how your probation officer would react
if I told him that you never came in to work.
You come over here looking for muscle, man?
You really think it's a good idea to threaten me?
Marlon, everything okay?
Yeah, baby.
Just about done.
Hmm. She's beautiful.
You think she'll hang around
if you go back to prison?
So, I imagine this has to do with the name I gave you earlier, right?
Yeah.
Greg Barrett was an MIT grad.
Single, no kids.
Plays golf with his buddies from the office every Sunday.
Hasn't had so much as a speeding ticket in five years.
That's not a lot to go on.
Usually it's an overdose with these guys. Coke, heroin.
But nothing like this.
- What else? - I've been looking into his clients a little bit.
But nothing to raise any flags.
What about this?
Looks like he's been making a lot of trades with Stein.
All on the up-and-up.
Most of them pretty damn lucrative too.
But nothing that would bring on this kind of wrath.
Obviously you don't know the guy...
- Any hits on fingerprints? - Lab's still out, probably be another couple of days.
What about credit cards? Unusual purchases, that sort of thing?
No, nothing to suggest Barrett was into anything.
Then how do you explain this?
Pissed someone off.
No. That's not what "pissed off" looks like.
"Pissed off" is a nine to the chest.
This is something entirely different.
This is professional. It is clinical.
It's someone who wants information.
Probably just should've given it to him.
This is the security camera footage from the lobby
of Greg Barrett' building.
Wait.
Go back.
Okay. Stop. Play there.
Freeze it.
Holy shit!
Who's that?
That is Ethan Kelly.
That name is supposed to mean something?
It means Marty Stein's involved.
That's what that means.
I'm looking for Vasily.
There.
Sit, sweetheart.
Come...
Hmm.
What is your name?
Well, you can come here, you know who I am,
but I cannot know who you are?
It's Jennifer.
Hmm...
Gary's my uncle.
Your uncle is not answering my calls.
My uncle's dead.
Well, this is very brave then of you to come here like this.
- I didn't have a choice. - No?
Look...
I know what he promised you.
I know what your agreement was.
Hmm.
What's it about, Jennifer?
Hmm?
You've come here to make another arrangement?
I know where Mia is.
Good.
Then you tell me when she is dead.
No, I can't. That's...
"I can't... "
Get out, huh!
- You're wasting my time, go. - Look. Please...
I'll give you the address. Can you send somebody else?
I lost my dad. I lost my uncle... I don't...
I won't want to lose the rest of my family.
Okay.
Okay, okay. Jennifer, Jenny from the block here.
You write down the address, right here.
Okay.
Okay, Jennifer.
Okay.
Bravo. Thank you very much. That's...
That's very helpful.
So...
Barrett's assistant says that Ethan and Greg, they knew each other.
Apparently, Ethan went into the office
and caused some shit a couple of days
before Greg was found.
What the hell is that?
What?
You stole the fucking file?
It's not like they're doing anything with it.
Do you know what this is?
This is an addiction.
You are an addict.
You're a Marty Stein junkie.
You think Ethan Kelly just showed up in that apartment by accident?
Wait for the lab to bring back the fingerprints.
If they're his, he's in the system. We will nail him.
I've done this dance too many times.
That guy is careful. There's no way he left fingerprints.
So then what?
You... Have to go talk to Marty Stein.
And say what?
Fish around. Pretend like you're a fucking detective.
If I go to Marty and I start asking about Ethan,
he's gonna know something's up.
Okay, so don't ask questions, give him what he's paying for.
He's not paying for shit anymore.
His assets are frozen, thanks to you.
For old time's sake.
Tell him you caught Barrett's murder, about the security footage.
About Kelly.
I don't think Marty Stein has anything to do with this.
Patty.
We are going to get him.
We're gonna wind up like Barrett.
If you don't have the balls, just say it.
Call me as soon as you're done talking to him.
Where you going?
Hey, little man.
I'm going out just for a little bit.
- Can I come? - No.
Go back to bed. And don't wake your mom.
She needs her sleep.
Okay.
He'll see you now.
Thanks for seeing me.
Patty.
Where are you? I told you to call me as soon as you left Marty's.
Give me a call, it doesn't matter how late.
Oh God.
Wake up, Vasily.
It's time to talk.
Who hired you?
Hmm?
Who hired you, Vasily?
Hey, look at me.
Who's behind this?
What do you want with Mia?
Why are you after her? Mmm?
Is that the best you've got?
No, no, no. I'm just getting started.
It's just a little bit of pain.
- Mmm-hmm. - You're a soldier, yes?
- Yeah. - Iraq or Afghanistan?
Fuck you.
I was in war, too.
Chechnya.
Well, I don't give a shit about your war.
You think I don't know your type? You play at war.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Okay.
You know what, Vasily?
If you don't tell me
what I wanna fuckin' know,
you're gonna be here a long, long fuckin' time.
And I can be here all day and all night.
Compared to what we did in Chechnya,
you are not shit, you fucking American pussy.
You're gonna be lickin' this fuckin' American boot when I'm done with you.
- You hear me? - I hear you.
Start talkin'.
Why don't you give me a shot?
I thought you didn't do this anymore.
I don't.
Mmm.
Patty?
- Lily. - I'm sorry...
I know it's late, I just, I had to...
No, what? What's wrong?
Patrick didn't come home. Nobody knows where he is.
You know who I am?
Mmm. Let me guess.
You're a loud-mouth nigger.
Don't be disrespectful.
This is a favorite spot of mine, actually.
Yeah? Well, you have terrible taste in spots.
Oh, you're only saying that because this is your first time here.
Well, let me show you around a little bit,
before you make up your mind.
See, I spent my formative years here
getting an education.
My ma, God bless her.
Always said that a man needs a trade.
Lucky for me, I got pretty good at it.
And you know what I learned from this place?
How to tie someone like you in a chair.
Pour gasoline all over them.
Then, light a match.
And then...
But see, that was the old me.
I found myself recently at a crossroads.
I keep tellin' myself,
that part of my life is over, you know?
And maybe it is, maybe it ain't.
Sorry to say, it's behind you until you're faced with it.
Mmm-mmm. Now see...
Today's been a little bit of a scramble.
So we don't have a lot of time.
Now, otherwise...
I will show you what this place really can do.
My apologies on that.
I guess I'm gonna have to give you the dime tour.
Now my friend has a question,
and I'm gonna have him ask you one last time.
Then, I'm gonna light you on fire.
And watch your skin melt right off your little commie face.
Ethan.
Ask this gentleman your question.
Who sent you?
Mmm...
I was hoping you'd say that.
Marty Stein.
What?
What did you say?
Marty Stein sent me.
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