Previously on Rogue...
Here's what you're gonna do, okay?
You are gonna resign from this task force.
Why would you cut off my mother
after all I've done for you?
You've had two weeks to think about our offer, Marlon.
We know Marty Stein killed Talia.
Talia Freeman's autopsy revealed unidentified DNA under her fingernails.
And you want a warrant to take DNA from Marty Stein.
Marlon Dinard did conspire with known gang member
Jason Williams to kill Leo Taylor, a human being.
It appears that the prime witness for the prosecution,
Jason Williams, has been found dead in his cell.
What?
I see no legal reason to deny bail to Mr. Dinard.
I know you killed my sister.
You've been trying to find me for a week.
Greg Barrett hired me to find you, Libby.
Who is Libby Hendricks?
She had this flash drive, had a back door to the NSA.
So, she had the keys to the whole fucking world.
And you were using her for insider trading, is that right?
Libby Hendricks' real name is Mia Rochlane.
She started something about three weeks ago
with a guy named Neil Stolper, finance guy.
I didn't do anything.
She's been using your name in illegal trades, Neil.
Shit!
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Rogue - 03x12 - Hardboiled
That's the second time you've pointed a gun at me this week.
I'm getting a little tired of it.
Who are you running from, Mia?
You're all done.
How long for the lab results?
Lab's pretty backed up on DNA right now.
Warm weather always spikes the murder rate.
- Week or so. - Cut that in half, I'll owe you.
- Hey, what's the ETA? - We should have something soon.
How we looking on the Jason Williams end?
Warden's investigation hasn't turned up anything yet.
Drags his feet long enough, maybe everyone will forget
a federal witness was murdered in his custody.
Yeah.
I swear to God if we dig into this thing,
we're gonna find Stein's fingerprints all over it.
I'm going to the prison. See if I can shake something loose.
We may need it.
If that recording doesn't hold up, Stein could still walk.
You trying to ruin my good mood?
- I'm just being realistic... - So am I.
Stein's going down for Freeman and Williams, you know why?
Because the good guys always win?
I know you're being sarcastic, and I'm okay with it.
Even your hard-boiled cynicism can't bring me down today.
Go team!
- Come on in, Greg. - We're not going to the police.
Greg...
Did you actually see her shoot him?
No, no, I didn't.
Then you don't know it was her, right?
There was nobody else in the house, Greg.
And where were you?
I was stuck in a fucking cab, I told you.
You think I had something to do with this?
Did I say that?
Well, are you giving up on me?
Greg, this isn't my mess.
The cops are probably looking for her as we speak.
There were witnesses in the cafe,
and now this.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Okay. Look. Give me two more days.
Two more days? No.
- Just two more days. - No. No.
You said yourself, the cops are already looking for her,
if they find her before that, so be it.
You're paid in full. Here.
My retainer just went up. It's $20,000 a day, Greg.
Are you kidding? That's extortion.
You like having guns pointed at you, Greg? You do it.
All right, $10,000.
$15,000. And I still get the contract.
Yeah, if you find her.
When I find her.
Cash.
- Show yourself out. - Yeah.
What's up, man? Take a walk with me. Thanks for coming over.
No problem at all. What can I do for you?
I'm thinking about getting out of town for a while.
- All right. - So, if I had to be gone by tomorrow,
how much could I leave with?
I'm sorry?
I know it wouldn't be much, but reasonably,
how much could you put together for me in a day?
- Well, nothing. - What do you mean, nothing?
I'm sorry, but I thought that you knew.
- Knew what? - That the Feds have seized everything
in connection with this conspiracy.
The chandelier store, the bank accounts...
You're lucky that they haven't even taken your residence.
Even your aunt's place could be in jeopardy.
I'm innocent until proven guilty. Fucking take my shit, man.
You know, anything connected to the proceeds of a crime,
or that can be used to perpetuate
any other criminal activity is up for grabs.
It could be years before you get any of the stuff back your way, if ever.
What about your other...
Business?
No.
If there's no other cash coming in,
I don't know what else I can tell you.
Susan!
- What the fuck? - Marty?
What the fuck? A DNA subpoena? Are you fucking kidding me?
- Hold on now... - Sit down, Gordon, before you get hurt.
- Marty... - What the fuck is happening here?
- You need to calm down. - You signed a DNA subpoena?
You signed a DNA subpoena?
Can I tell you something? If I go down, you're coming with,
you understand me?
After all this time, you're coming with.
You hear me?
There's a recording, Marty.
A recording?
There's a recording of you killing Talia Freeman.
What do you expect me to do?
I mean, Jesus, Marty,
you've always been a son of a bitch, but this...
What the hell happened?
- You okay? - I'm fine. Let's get back to the party.
Hey, everyone, who wants cake?
I do! I do! Chocolate cake, please.
What can you tell me about your guard Alan Stinson?
- What're you looking for? - Thanks.
Any problems with him?
Little slow, maybe.
Though we're not exactly recruiting outta Northwestern.
Why do you ask?
He was one of the guards on Jason's block that day,
switched his shift last minute.
Hmm.
That doesn't seem odd to you?
I couldn't say, I don't handle scheduling.
I'm going over the time cards, last 10 years,
he hasn't missed or swapped a shift other than two days ago.
Not exactly a damning theory.
Well, it's better than the nothing your investigation turned up.
These episodes are an unfortunate,
but all too grim reality of our penitentiary system.
By "episode," are you referring to the assassination of my federal witness?
Was that unclear?
Do you have any idea how much planning, resources,
and man power goes into developing a case like this?
Must be nice to have all those resources at your disposal.
Those resources are meaningless if your incompetent staff
can't keep one prisoner alive.
I had 50 guys working that morning.
About half of what I need.
And I gottacut three more full-timers by February.
Maybe you should offer yourself up.
Believe me, that'll come eventually.
But this ship was sinking long before I got here,
and it'll stay sinking long after I leave.
What about the security cameras?
Down.
- Down? - The cameras went down
outside Williams' cell that morning.
Jesus, and no one thought to do anything about it?
Well, it's my understanding
that techsupport
should be by sometime this week.
Well, I'd like to talk to the shift supervisor about Stinson.
Maybe he can shed some light.
That'd be Farber, should be in in the hour.
Thanks for the coffee.
Asshole.
- Marlon? - Z, I need my stuff.
Are you okay? When did you get out?
- Where is it? - It's all you care about, huh?
Z, where's the rest of it?
Expenses.
- The hell is going on? - Nothing. Business.
What kind of business?
I'm sorry about Talia.
She had real good energy, you know?
Yeah, that she did.
Hey...
Know I'm always here for you.
We all are.
Marty?
I didn't hear you come in. Do you want lunch?
How did it go this morning?
I killed Talia.
I'm shocked by that.
You could at least try to show a little bit of sympathy.
Does Marlon know?
Yup.
Jesus. Have you talked to him?
He won't answer my calls.
Well, you need to find him.
Marty, you need to find him, or he will find you.
And that will be worse.
Worse than what? What would you like me to say?
"Hey, Marlon, sorry I bludgeoned your sister to death,"
"but, hey, let's move on."
Tell him it was an accident.
It was an accident, wasn't it?
Yes.
A happy accident.
I would leave that part out.
Doesn't matter anyway.
Of course it matters. Intention always matters.
They have a recording, Betsy.
What?
Apparently, Talia was bugged when I went over there.
Now the cops have a recording, and now they have my DNA.
So, what does that mean?
It means that's the ball game.
What is wrong with you?
You hit me.
You're Marty Stein.
You haven't seen a jury in 20 years, and you're not about to start now.
So, quit feeling sorry for yourself.
Act like the goddamn heavyweight you are and figure it out.
- You called? - Yes, ma'am. You have the job, come on.
- Yes! - I need your help with something.
Come sit down, will you?
So I tried a few different things, and I can't crack it.
Give it a shot, will ya?
Meaning you turned it on and discovered there was a passcode?
Pretty much.
You shouldn't open other people's mail.
- Said the computer hacker. - It's a felony.
Whoops.
Whoops what?
Is it possible this computer
belongs to a seriously security-minded individual?
Yeah, it's possible.
Well, that explains the government-level firewall I just initiated.
Are you telling me you're locked out?
Irrevocably.
What's that?
"C4. NC3. NF6." It's a chess game.
Let me see?
You don't think that's weird?
That an NSA analyst is a chess nerd? No, I don't.
Queen's knight defense to an England gambit?
Who does this guy think he is, Henri Grob?
I mean, look at this, bishop to C6, knight F4?
They're terrible.
Okay, so what?
So, anyone who's going to spend the time playing
by correspondence couldn't possibly be this bad.
You're saying it's not a real game?
I don't know.
The Russians used to use postal chess to send
messages to each other all the time during the Cold War.
If I worked for the NSA, and I didn't
want anyone tracking my communications...
This would be a way to do it.
You know what, maybe she's sending directions to her own PO Box,
then someone else is picking them up?
Grab your stuff, let's go.
I'll be right back.
Go ahead. Go ahead.
Hey, how are ya?
My boss is real adamant about getting this to Mia Rochlane today.
Is there anything you can do for me?
Let me see if I got contact information on the box owner.
I got a number here. I'll give her a shout.
Great, thanks a lot, appreciate it.
So, what now?
We wait.
You mean, like, just sit here?
Yeah.
What happens if nobody shows up today?
Then we wait tomorrow.
I spoke to your scheduler, she seems to feel you're a bit of a nighthawk.
Yeah. Maybe. I dunno.
Well, you've worked the graveyard 18 months steady now.
I can't find a single deviation.
Why did you switch your shift on the 14th, Mr. Stinson?
- Drugs. - I'm sorry?
Doc's got me on some new prescription,
on account of my social anxiety.
It's been messing with my sleep schedule.
And the new Harley Softail we found parked at your mother's house?
Doctor prescribed that as well?
How much those retail for, 20-22?
That's a huge chunk out of a 35-a-year government salary, don't you think?
We spoke to the dealer, he said you paid cash.
I don't know anything about that.
Well, lucky for us, the bank hadn't re-circulated the company's deposit yet,
so we got to find out all about it for you.
Ran the serial numbers against our database,
and it turns out a portion of that cash
was delivered to the Los Almos Muerto,
in a local PD sting operation two months ago.
The cash you spent on the bike was marked, Alan.
This case is what we call a slam dunk.
Only thing that can help you now
is if give up the people who paid you off.
I want a lawyer.
Believe me, you're gonna need one.
I'd imagine that's not your biggest concern at the moment.
See, if the cartel finds out you've been arrested,
exactly how long do you think it'll be before
they decide to tie up that loose end?
If you cooperate, we can protect you.
You mean, like you protected your witness?
Conspiracy murder is a capital crime.
They'll lock you up right alongside the inmates you've been guarding.
Know what, we're gonna let you mull that over for a minute,
while you wait for your lawyer.
Knock when you're ready.
Go to Gate Taxi's website, go to the directory.
And find out who's driving cab 56.
56, all right.
Here we go,
Ali Zaid. Chicago city taxi driver. Born in Iraq.
American citizen since 2009.
There's a blog here, some sort of Iraq war retrospective.
Are you going to talk to him, or...
No, I'm going to follow him, see where he takes it.
Hey, come on, move the...
Hey, let's go!
Get the fuck outta the way!
Go, move!
So, that thing about the serial numbers...
It's bullshit.
So how long do you think he'll take?
I don't know. This guy's in way over his head.
Another 20 minutes,
I'll have him copping to the Kennedy Assassination.
Jesus Christ!
Get me something!
Scissors! I need scissors or a knife! It's an emergency...
Okay, thank you.
Okay.
Hurry up, Deakins!
Okay, lay him flat.
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven,
twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...
Deakins.
Come on, come on. Shit.
- Harper. - ... five, six, seven...
Harper!
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Ethan?
- Where to, boss? - 6820 Michigan.
IAD will be down tomorrow, take some statements.
You okay?
Yeah... Wonderful.
You know, I've been doing this for a long time.
I never seen anything like that before in my life.
I shouldn't have leaned on him so hard.
No, no. It's what we do.
Ain't nothing out of the ordinary here.
That's just some bad luck, is all.
Every time I get close on this case, there's something else,
like the gods are conspiring.
- Setbacks are gonna happen. - I know.
There's no doubt.
But Marty Stein is gonna get what he deserves.
Because the good guys always win, right?
Yeah, well, now who's the cynic?
Just got a call from Judge Frey.
Marty Stein's made a motion to exclude
the audio recording from evidence.
Of course.
Judge wants us in chambers. We should head over now.
Come on.
Fuck.
Aunt Ruth?
- Oh! - Hey.
It's so good to see you!
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I wasn't here to help you with all this.
Oh, stop that, this was not your fault.
Now, are you hungry?
I haven't eaten in a week, my nerves are shot.
Actually, I can't really stay that long, but I...
But there's something that I want to talk to you about.
Something... something I gotta tell you.
You know, the day that...
That Talia died...
Marty came over here looking for me.
Talia turned on me to the Feds.
No. Talia would never.
Marty was trying to stop me from walking into a trap.
The two of 'em got into it, started fighting...
And then he killed her.
No, I don't believe that.
Then why do you think that the prosecutor
dropped the charges on me, Aunt Ruth?
Now, I'm telling you right now he's gonna pay.
He got it coming.
And you're the one to do it?
I always wondered about retribution. Who does it serve?
It's gonna serve Talia.
No, Marlon. That's not how it works.
That doesn't serve Talia. It doesn't serve me.
The only person it serves is you.
- Mmm. - And that's selfish. Plain and simple.
Okay, so...
You want that to go unanswered?
That's not what I'm saying.
We're far past the days of me telling you what to do.
But call it what it is.
Auntie, Talia's not here no more.
Then it's a lot easier for her.
Now, I lost my niece, and I'm not gonna lose you.
You're not losing me.
Nothing good is gonna come from this.
Forget it. All right.
Don't you think our family's been through enough?
Turned into a beautiful day, hasn't it?
- How's your day going? - Good. You?
- Busy, you know. - Yes. Yes. Of course.
You know, I was wondering if you could help me out with something.
Okay.
I'm looking for a friend of mine, and I think she's in trouble.
You should call the police.
I don't think Ms. Rochlane would appreciate that, Ali.
Why did you pick up the parcel from the post office?
Why'd you run, Ali?
Why you fucking running?
I don't want to make trouble for her.
How did you know that she had a package at the post office?
Answer my fucking question.
How did you know?
- They call me. - Who?
They just ask me to pick up the mail once or twice a week, that's it.
Why?
She helped my family out of Iraq before second Bush.
I owe her for this.
She just called me a couple of weeks ago.
Asked for a favor, and I say yes.
That's all I know. Please, that's all I know!
Where are you delivering the mail at?
She has a spot, half a mile outside O'Hare.
Let's go. Get up.
We could stop this right now!
It's too fucking late.
He's probably in cuffs right now.
- Where is he? - And you're about to join him.
- Where is he? - Fuck you!
Where...
I'm sorry, that's it? That's what everyone's getting so excited about?
I don't know how you feel, Mr. Stein,
but folks around here seem to take the murder
of a federal witness pretty seriously.
First of all, that's not me on the recording.
Second of all, even if that was me, this whole thing
is a misappropriation of the wiretap statute!
Please, it's incidental. The aunt's house was well within
the constraints of the warrant.
A warrant which does not name me as the target.
That's what incidental means.
Ms. Freeman commonly had conversations
with Mr. Dinard at their aunt's house,
thus the inclusion of that location.
The location is inconsequential, the recording was too attenuated from,
not even related to, the intended purpose of the warrant,
which was namely to set up and execute
a sting operation on Ms. Freeman's brother.
A conspiracy which we believe Mr. Stein also played a part in.
Well, lucky for me this court doesn't indict
based on your personal agenda.
Bottom line, Judge, Mr. Stein had no expectation of privacy
when he entered the residence of his own volition.
To discuss a privileged matter between a lawyer and his client,
which was the relationship Ms. Freeman and I shared at the time.
You caved her head in.
Oh, my God. Can we please stop with these wild speculations?
Unfortunately, the courts are less consistent
in the matter of third-party wiretapping.
So I'm inclined to air on the side of caution.
The recording is inadmissible.
- What? - Judge.
Then I move to have the subsequent DNA testing halted immediately.
- Screw that! - Now hold on...
It's all fruit from the same poisonous tree.
Without the recording, there's no way any judge, excuse me,
in their right mind, would have signed the DNA warrant.
Judge, we're building our case.
We have next-door neighbors who heard shouting,
and it's possible they can place Mr. Stein at the scene.
Well, you're welcome to bring them in to a voice line-up at another date.
But I'm granting the injunction.
You've got to be kidding.
Watch it, Agent Deakins.
I brought you a recording, a goddamn recording.
And still that's not enough?
What the hell kind of backroom deal have you two cooked up?
What did you say?
You heard me.
Don't think everyonedoesn't know how this office really works.
Someone get her the hell out of my sight before I lock her up.
Come on.
This is not over.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Good day.
- It's here. - Get out.
Where is she?
About 600 yards that way.
All right, let's go. Show me.
- How much further is it? - It's close by.
It's over there.
All right, give me your keys and cell phone.
Go wait in the car.
Jesus Christ!
Marty, in the trunk!
In the trunk?
Now, right now.
Wait. Hold up.
Phone.
Wanna leave some for the rest of us?
Not particularly, no.
Fuzzy Navel.
What? A man can't order a delicious drink?
You know, I was real proud of you today.
- Yeah? - Mmm-hmm.
Was it the witness I let hang in my interrogation room?
Or the fact that I almost punched a judge in the face?
Oh, there's no question you've had a little run of bad luck.
Good luck, bad luck, no such thing.
Game's rigged, that's all.
Of course, that's what makes it so much damn fun.
You've got a real warped sense of enjoyment, you know that?
Come on. Winning's easy, Deakins.
Paying off judges, collecting favors...
Anybody can do what Stein does.
But not a lot of people can do what we do.
What is it exactly we do?
We...
We get the shit kicked out of us.
We work our asses off, and nothing ever changes.
We sacrifice our time, our family, our health.
We come in, day in and day out,
knowing that we don't make a lick of goddamn difference.
Until one day we do.
I guess I have that to look forward to, then.
No, look, I'm serious. You can't let days like today get to you.
That's disgusting.
God.
- Out! - Fucking Christ!
Do you remember?
Do you remember this place?
Bringing me here as a kid?
Yes, of course.
Yeah, remember giving me this bullshit speech
about climbing to the top of some ziggurat?
Yeah, and I was almost stupid enough to believe it.
You haven't done so bad for yourself since you met me.
Yeah? I haven't done so bad?
I fucking lost my money,
my people, my sister...
She turned on you, Marlon. She was working for the Feds.
She was trying to take you out.
I know all that.
I was trying to protect you. I was trying to save you.
You wasn't trying to protect me, man.
You always just looking out for Marty.
Ah, well, forgive me. I'm so sorry. I didn't want her to ruin
both of our lives.
What a horrible fucking human being I am.
So, what, you admit that you wanted her dead?
No! It was an accident!
- Bullshit. - It was an accident!
Look at me, God damn it! Look at me.
I'm an old man, I got bursitis.
I take a piss six goddamn times a night.
You think I walk around killing people with my bare hands?
Beating them to death with these fucking little hands?
No, that's what you got me for, Marty.
- To do your dirty work. - Oh, for fucks sake!
Marlon, I'm not gonna stand around here and listen to you
whine about our little arrangement.
You have wanted everything that I have given you.
You could've walked away at any point, at any time, but you didn't.
Now look, you can believe me, or not,
but I am sorry, all right?
I am very, very sorry about what happened.
Talia is dead by my hand, but let's not forget
one very important little fact.
You put her right in the way.
Hey! You don't say her name.
You don't get to say my fucking sister's name, Marty.
Half-sister.
I gotta say, man, this is some...
This is some bullshit groveling you're doing right now.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, please, please!
Don't fucking kill me! Please!
Is that what you want, huh? You want me to beg for my life?
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
You're not talking your way outta this.
Yes, I am. Yes, the fuck I am.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Look at where you brought me here, Marlon.
Look where we are!
Like the end of some really fucking bad Greek tragedy.
You wanna kill me? Go ahead, kill me.
If you wanted to kill me, I'd have been dead an hour ago.
You brought me here to talk you out of it.
Because you know goddamn well that your life is better with me in it.
And you feel relief that Talia is gone.
Shut the fuck up, man!
Mack.
Hey, nice to see you.
Glad you called.
It's a bit of an upgrade from the last place you were working out of.
You mean my Chevy? Yeah.
- You still with the DEA? - Gang task force.
So, what can I do for you?
I got something you might be interested in.
- Oh, yeah? What is it? - Yeah.
You know a lawyer named Marty Stein?
I live in Chicago, don't I?
Here.
Have a listen. Do what you will. Just...
Just keep my name out of it. Okay?
For sure.
Thanks.
I need your help.
You're lucky, it could've been a lot worse.
You're not the one with the broken nose.
I'm also not the one that killed his sister.
Marty.
Turn on the news.
What?
The voices you're about to hear
allegedly belong to Chicago attorney
Marty Stein and Talia Freeman,
who was found dead in her aunt's residence on the morning of March 9th,
with a contusion to the skull.
This recording is believed to be from the last few moments of her life.
Our producers reached out to Stein for comment.
No response yet from his camp.
Now we must warn you, what you're about to hear is very graphic...
I don't have time for this shit, where is he?
Don't worry, you guys will have a lot of time together soon.
Is he upstairs? Where is he?
This family. What the is wrong with...
What the do you know about family?
- Where is he? - You're a loner, and a leech,
and a , and you stick your nose in everybody's business,
and you destroy everything you touch.
We can stop this, you know that?
- We can stop this right now. - It's too late.
He's probably in cuffs right now.
- Where is he? - And you're about to join him.
- Where is he? - you!
Where...
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