Rogue - 03x13 - Baggage
Previously on Rogue...
Shit.
- Did you actually see her shoot him? - No, I didn't.
Then you don't know it was her.
You think I had something to do with this?
Did I say that?
There's a recording of you killing Talia Freeman.
This whole thing is a misappropriation of the wiretap statute!
The aunt's house was well within the constraints of the warrant.
A warrant which does not name me as the target.
The recording is inadmissible.
I got something you might be interested in.
Just keep my name out of it.
The voices you're about to hear allegedly belong
to Chicago attorney, Marty Stein and Talia Freeman,
- (Bleep) weasel. - Where...
She had this flash drive, had a back door to the NSA.
So, she had the keys to the whole fucking world.
I need your help.
Stand up.
Where's your weapon, at?
It's, it's in the bag.
I'm calling Greg.
What?
Look, I just...
I need you to hear me out. Okay?
Please don't.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.
Because Greg is the one trying to kill me!
Come on. He doesn't have it in him.
Yeah, well, he has enough money to hire someone who does.
You think I killed Stolper?
Did you Mia?
So, how long did it take you
to figure out my real name?
Not very long.
What happened at Neil's place that night?
I met with Neil and we got into an argument.
About what?
Neil was a very possessive, abusive man.
He grabbed me and I pushed him back.
And the next thing I know I heard gun shots.
This guy with a balaclava came out of nowhere.
A balaclava, huh?
He just started shooting... and Neil got hit.
I ran to hide.
Then, next thing I know I heard someone coming in the house
I grabbed my gun and I found you.
Is that the story you want me to believe?
You can believe whatever you want,
it's what happened.
I was there that night, nobody came in or out, Mia.
Okay, maybe he was already inside waiting for us.
Maybe he used the back door.
Or maybe, you're just full of shit.
If I killed Neil,
why would I be here asking for your help?
'Cause you think you're playing me.
To what end?
Well, I haven't figured it out yet but it's early.
Will you let me know when you do?
Look...
I just want to give Greg the flash drive.
I want him to leave me alone.
And I need you to broker the deal.
- Why would I do that? - Because I'll pay you.
Greg's already paying me.
Well, I'll pay you a lot more.
I need you to tell Greg that for $4,000,000,
he can have the flash drive.
You get 20%.
Mia, we both know that Greg doesn't have that kind of money.
Really?
Did he tell you he's broke?
Can I use your computer?
I want to show you something.
Sure.
It's over there. Come on.
There you go.
So, what do you wanna know?
- Mmm? - You want someone's e-mails,
listen to their phone calls, voicemail.
Grace Travis. Her voice-mail.
It's a San Francisco area code.
Grace Travis.
_
Grace Travis.
SFPD Detective First Class.
Hi, Mom. It's me.
I just miss hearing your voice.
Where d'you get that drive?
I didn't get it,
I created it.
You did?
Took me a long time, didn't work for a long time, but
now it does.
Mmm.
So Burns Wagner, the NSA,
they have no idea that you are accessing all this, is that right?
Not yet.
So is there anything else you want to see?
Give me Greg Barrett's bank accounts.
_
So will you help me?
I'll think about it.
Oh, while you think about it,
can I use your shower?
You know, I was living in a tent.
Sure.
I'll get you a fresh towel. Come with me.
It's a smear campaign, Ralph.
I don't care what you think you heard on the news,
I can assure you Marty is 100% innocent.
Trust me, you don't want to be making a move
so close to closing this deal.
Yes, Bernie, I know, I know!
I know, yes, there are a lot...
There are plenty of law firms out there
who would do a decent job
defending your business, but let me just...
Bernie let me ask you one... Let me just ask you one thing!
What is the one reason why should stick with me?
Forget the 25 years we've been together.
The one reason why you should stick with me.
I'll tell you why Bernie. Because
in all this time, you have never once,
not once been to trial. Not once!
- Atheneum's staying. - So is Parker.
Yeah, well, if I have a catch the motherfucker's behind all this,
yes, that will be a good day in court.
Look, Bernie, can I count
on your continuing friendship and your business?
Good.
Thank you, Bernie. You won't regret it.
Okay.
How we doing?
Few undecided. Some wouldn't take my calls.
Well, fuck them. You know what,
anyone who is bailing,
send their accounts to collections.
Use Boorman. He's out of his fucking mind.
You know what, we're moving on.
I want libel complaints prepared against
that fucking news network,
the reporter, his producer,
the fucking president of the goddamn network,
the CEO, the DEA Task Force, the FBI,
I want Special Agent Harper Deakins named specifically.
Get me Senator Richmond please.
How much do you want named in the suit?
I don't care, 200 mil for damages to name and reputation?
- Let's say 250? - Yeah, sure, why not? Let's say 250.
Senator Richmond on the line.
Senator?
Yeah, well, I'm okay.
No, but now I want to kill someone.
I just wanted to check and make sure
that we're still up for lunch tomorrow.
- Good. - Sophie Hale.
Okay, Senator, I'll let you get back to work.
Well,
tell them thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested.
- Okay, see you then. - What offer?
That was Wallace Keller. They just tried to poach me.
Don't answer that.
I want a mandatory partners' meeting tomorrow morning at 10:00.
All full and junior partners will be in attendance.
I will answer any and all questions at that time!
I'm going to face this head-on.
What's next?
Who's next?
Greg, it's Ethan.
Did you find her?
I know where she is.
Tell me.
More importantly, I can get you the flash drive.
Shit! You have it?
- Like I said I can get it. - Where is it?
I need to talk to you.
- So talk. - Not on the phone.
Where's the fucking flash drive, Kelly?
Meet me on the corner of Michigan and Superior in 20 minutes.
Mia?
Yeah?
Can I come in?
Um, give me a sec.
Can I help you?
Come here.
Sit down.
Why?
'Cause I don't want you going anywhere.
- I'm not going anywhere, Ethan. - No, I know.
- Sit down, Mia. - No.
Ethan, why would I let you tie me up?
I'm going to meet Greg,
see if I can work out a deal.
And you want my help or not?
Fine.
Tie me up, Ethan.
Are you enjoying this?
Are you?
Not as much as I usually do when I'm being tied up.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
- Did you know? - Of course not.
Well, so who leaked the tape?
I don't know.
Evidence doesn't walk out of here by itself.
I know that. This could get this Task Force shut down.
The task force? If it comes out that the DEA or the FBI
or anyone in this office leaked federal evidence
that's a bull's-eye not only on the task force but on you personally.
I'm aware of that.
It's not a leap to involve me, either.
And my career does not need that kind of trouble.
So get out in front of it.
Make a statement, deny it.
Goddamn it, deny what?
There's only one place the leak could've come from!
So what do you want me to do?
Find the son-of-a-bitch who leaked it.
And assign blame.
Because there's going to be heat on this
and I'm not taking the hit.
Deakins?
Get your ass in here.
It could've been any number of people,
someone in that courtroom.
It's not like Stein doesn't have enemies.
You know I should fire your ass right now,
except it would be admitting liability.
You better pray for your sake, this goes away.
Just go home.
Okay.
You've made a habit of lying to me, Greg.
I didn't lie to you.
You always said you were on the verge, financially.
- I am. - Oh, yeah?
I'll tell you what...
It says here that you have two accounts in the Cayman Islands,
both worth $5,000,000.
One to Gregory M. Barrett
- another one to Greg Barrett... - Let me see that.
She wants it all, Greg.
All of it.
The $10,000,000?
- She's out of her mind! - Listen, I'm just the messenger.
- Do you want the flash drive or not? - Where is it?
Do we have a deal? Yes or no?
Do we have a deal, Greg?
I'll give you $3,000,000 bucks.
Tell you what, make it $6,000,000.
And I deliver you the hard drive.
And you leave her alone.
Yeah?
What, you're her white knight now, huh?
She's got her claws in you.
- Listen to me... - Get your fucking hands off me, huh, Greg?
It's strictly business, understand?
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.
You know, fuck her.
You call me tomorrow, Greg.
Fuck her!
- Thank you for coming over. - Yeah. Uh...
You didn't sound too good. On the phone.
So?
Uh, so this is weird.
Oh, this is weird.
Um...
I know, uh...
Look.
If you need to talk to me, I'm here.
I did something stupid.
Really stupid. At work.
With Patrick?
Patrick went back to CPD.
Things got weird between us.
- So you did try something after? - No, it was nothing like that.
Just...
- He let me down. I trusted him. - Well,
he was your partner.
You were supposed to trust him. Sorry that happened.
You were my partner. I was supposed to trust you.
I didn't.
Yeah.
I leaked evidence.
That doesn't sound like you.
I had a win.
Like a big win.
And then I lost it and...
I couldn't let it go.
Fuck!
Okay, okay, maybe it's not bad as you think.
It might be my career.
Come here.
Come on.
It's gonna be okay, Harper.
Everything's gonna be okay.
What did he say?
The deal is done.
He agreed to the $4,000,000.
When?
Tomorrow morning. First thing.
He's gonna wire the money into my account.
Then I'll give him the flash drive.
Guess I came to the right man for help.
I guess now there's only one thing to do.
Have drinks and celebrate.
Tomorrow you give me my 20% and I don't see you again.
Okay.
Go back in the bathroom, now.
Coming!
Is it true?
None of this is for attribution.
C'mon, you don't have to say that.
Yes, in fact, I do have to say that.
You're recording this?
Jared, I'm a lawyer.
I do not record my conversations.
Yes, off the record.
You've been with the Post for how long? 15 years, right?
Something like that.
How long have we been friends?
Since you started paying me.
That's funny.
Some story, huh?
"Rich, bigtime lawyer kills a smoking hot black chick."
- Juicy. - I got a better one.
- Yeah, what's that? - How's this?
Talia Freeman was a junkie with criminal associations
and she was working as a Federal informant.
I could sell that.
I'm just getting started.
You want the inside line on this story?
It's gonna get picked up and it's gonna go wide.
Hmm.
You sleep with her?
Jesus Christ!
Jared, no I didn't sleep with her.
I represented her.
Did I have an argument? Yes, we did.
Tried to keep her out of prison for life.
Was she alive when I left?
Yes, she was.
So I'm gonna run with a story
based on an anonymous but reliable source
closely connected to the case?
Why, you could use me as a source.
But then again, I'd have to bury you and I don't wanna do that.
I like you.
Look at him.
Come here, look at him. Have you seen him before?
- No. - You have never seen him?
- Do you recognize him? - No.
- Are you sure? - No, no, I don't recognize him!
Shit.
There's fucking nothing here.
What are we... what are we supposed to do with him?
It could be more guys coming we gotta get out of here.
Go, get dressed.
Go, get dressed!
He's here.
Will this night ever end?
Your ex-partner, Harper Deakins?
What about her?
I am going to bury her
and you're going to help me do it.
Oh, am I?
And as a thank you for your co-operation,
I'm gonna start paying for your mother's care again.
You tried to hurt my business,
you can try to hurt my firm, you've hurt my name.
You don't get away with it.
What kind of information you looking for?
Well, this is a blood sport.
So, I'm looking for anything that brings blood.
Oh, my goodness.
My, my, my, my, my.
You like her!
That is amazing.
That bitch gets throws you out on the street
and you're protecting her?
Well, tick-tock, amigo.
What's it gonna be?
Your ex-partner,
or your mommy?
Nice.
Sorry, that'll be $56 bucks.
Enjoy your stay, Mr. Miller.
We'll be safe here.
So you think Greg sent him?
I don't know, do you?
Yeah, I do.
What are you looking at?
Oh, it's nothing.
So why didn't you just call the cops?
Because they would never believe me.
Yeah, not with your backgrounds.
You looked into me. I figured that's why you came to me.
Mmm, you were following me.
You didn't think I'd do my research?
Rangers.
Military intel.
I know enough about you to know you need the money.
You're pretty good, Mia.
Pretty good.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Uhh, don't.
Someone took a shot at me.
And now I wanna know who.
I'm going to find Greg tomorrow and he's going to tell me the truth.
The flash drive is worthless to Greg without me.
Why?
Cause you need to know where to look,
because I programed it,
so it needs a new password every 24 hours.
Without it, program degrades and renders itself useless.
So it's just a bullshit deal, you were just gonna run off with the money?
Is that it?
Yeah, pretty much.
Let me ask you a question, Mia.
If Greg was willing to kill you over a flash drive,
what do you think he's gonna do
when he finds out that you ripped him off of $4,000,000
for something he can't even use?
I don't know.
You're not gonna hang around to find out, are you?
Mmm.
Let me ask you this, what do you think he'll do to me?
Right.
Why don't you go to sleep?
You're fine.
When all is said and done, they work for you.
Channel 3 news isn't running it,
Channel 4 hasn't mentioned it in an hour.
Maybe it's run its course.
Doesn't look like it's getting any traction.
Maybe, maybe, we just maybe,
have beaten this thing.
Ah. Don't you think it's a little early for that?
No, I do not.
I don't remember last time I was this nervous.
What have you got to be nervous about?
Most of your clients are sticking with you.
Yeah, well, but what's it gonna look like
if my partners start to bail?
Like they're a bunch of pansies
who have been riding your coattails for years.
What do you care what people think?
Nice try, Betsy. I appreciate it
but I'm not going to let that happen.
Well, at least I look good anyway.
Good morning, sir.
Well, it goddamn will be.
Where's Bobby?
Bobby's in Phoenix at the Grancorp merger.
Celia?
St. Vincent's.
Emergency appendectomy.
And where the hell is Scott?
He said he needed a few days to process all of this.
He was on the phone all day, yesterday
reassuring clients why does he have...
You know what, fuck him.
Okay.
Obviously.
You are all quite aware of this Talia Freeman nonsense.
Yes, it is a bump in the road.
Like we've had in the past many times
and we will continue to have in the future.
The important thing is that we here are all...
Right.
Yeah.
You guys wanna know the dark and dirty, okay.
There is absolutely
nothing on that goddamn recording
that proves that I committed any felony whatsoever.
Did Talia and I have words? Yes, we did.
Did we get angry at each other? Yes, we did.
Did I raise my voice? Yes, I did.
Can I ask you something?
Who among us have never raised their voices to a client?
Jimmy?
Tell me you never wanted to wring Herb Smithers' neck.
And Linda, I know for a fact
that you dream at night about taking your letter-opener
out of your desk drawer and sticking it into Mel Kendal's back.
Cutting his cock off, actually.
I know I liked you.
Okay.
Hey, guys. This is the nature
of the profession that we have chosen.
We defend and we protect these people
who sometimes get aggressive,
they get abusive, they take us for granted,
they get angry, we get angry,
we raise our voices, we wanna strangle 'em.
But do we actually do that?
No. Why? Because we're moral people
living in a civil society. We're officers of the court
for crying out loud.
We don't murder people.
So, for the record,
I did not...
Jesus Christ, I did not kill
Talia Freeman. The very notion is absurd.
Unfortunately, the America that I grew up in no longer exists.
"Innocent until proven guilty" is just an aphorism taught by...
by... by teachers to our school children
and regurgitated by TV lawyers.
In the world
where we live in, the real world, the dark and dirty universe
of which we inhabit, the very opposite,
polar opposite is true.
So here I am, an innocent man,
fighting for his fucking life
against gossip mongers who call themselves journalists
and cockroaches who pretend to be law enforcement.
And that's what it is.
That's it.
So if anybody has any specific questions,
now is the time to ask.
Anyone?
And if anyone wants to follow
Celia and Bobby, and Scott
can pack up their stuff and FO,
now is the time to do that.
Okay.
Good.
Jimmy, have your people look into
the many ways that I have been slandered.
Linda,
I want to know everyone who is colorably liable.
Seth, tort claims that I might have.
And Ed,
look into civil rights violations,
both state and federal.
Excuse me?
Unauthorized use of my voice
on a television show.
That's a stretch.
Stretch away. Stretch...
stretch it like a fuckin' rubber band until it snaps.
Sophie, you're on point.
Hey, look, people.
We, you and I, we, together,
we're gonna beat these motherfuckers down.
Mr. Kelly!
Mr. Barrett's not here.
Where is he?
He hasn't come in yet.
- Have you heard from him? - No.
Mmm-hmm.
- Would you like to leave a message? - It can wait.
What's up, boss?
Jen, get me Greg Barrett's home address.
Sending to you now.
Thanks. And don't worry about coming in today.
Afternoon.
- Lunch with Senator Richmond, please. - Right this way.
How are you? How are you doin'?
Hi. How are you?
Hey. Nice to see you guys. How are you doin'?
Larry!
How are you? Long time. How have you been?
Judge.
- How are you? - I can't complain, Marty.
I hear Lucy got into Oberlin.
- Early decision. - Wow, that is, um...
Hi, how are you?
That is fantastic.
Give Serena a big...
big hug for me.
Hi, how are you doin'? Thank you, sir.
Same for me, please.
Jesus, Marty, I think there's a couple of babies you didn't kiss.
Well, that's your department, Senator.
Honestly, I wasn't sure you were gonna make it.
You know what, I've given Uncle Sam
so much money over the years.
I figured it's about time I got a free meal out of it.
So, listen, this, um...
this thing I'm hearing on the news...
It's all implication and innuendo.
Thank you.
Some pissant prosecutor with a stick up her ass
is trying to make a name for herself on my back.
- You're not concerned? - No, I'm not concerned.
But, clearly, you are.
Here's what you're gonna do, Bob. You're going to invite me
to that hospital ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow.
We're going to stand on that podium together.
You're going to look straight into the cameras
and you're gonna say that we're together lock step
on all things.
Marty, I can
thank you for your contributions,
- like I thank all my donors... - Your donors can go fuck themselves and suck my dick.
You think you're in D.C. on the good graces
of the people of Chicago? No one,
no one has given you what I've given you.
Marty, I'm aware of my debt to you.
Good, Bob. Because I'm gonna keep you
aware of your debt to me.
Here's what you're gonna do.
You're gonna single me out.
And you are going to make a show out of it.
I'm going to win this fight.
Good.
Now, what's for lunch?
Jesus.
Now some people say "Nothing ever changes."
60 years ago,
two white men grabbed a 14-year-old black boy,
and beat him,
gouged his eyes out,
shot him in the head
and dumped his body in the river.
They were tried by a jury of their peers
and acquitted.
Two years ago,
a white police officer shot an unarmed black boy
dead on the streets of Ferguson, Missouri.
The case was brought before a grand jury
which failed to indict.
And just three weeks ago,
a white, wealthy attorney named Martin Stein
killed a young black female
named Talia Freeman
in her own home, right here in Chicago.
And nothing,
I repeat, nothing whatsoever happened to Mr. Stein.
There was no grand jury hearing,
there was no trial,
not a goddamn thing.
So it looks like some things do change.
They get worse.
Yes.
Martin Stein battered poor Talia
and then he left her
bleeding on her living room floor.
He didn't call 911.
He didn't try to resuscitate her. No, not Marty Stein. No.
Marty Stein simply ran away.
And not one goddamn thing happened to him.
And that's dead wrong.
Yes.
It's wrong because black lives matter.
And Marty Stein's gonna soon learn just how much
Talia Freeman's life mattered.
Yes!
Thank you.
Sorry I'm late.
Judge Kirkpatrick decided to recite book and verse
before granting my Motion to Exclude.
As long as you've got good news for me, Rachel.
Maybe you wanna finish that beer.
Uh, beer. Whatever's on tap.
And she'll have another.
How bad?
If they can ever tie it to you,
which they will,
they have a case for tampering with evidence.
- That's ridiculous. - The recording's still admissible
in an open murder case.
You're also looking at slander, defamation,
should I keep going?
No.
Did you do it?
What were you thinking?
He killed that girl.
And this was your best thinking? Really?
It's not right.
Right?
This isn't the way to get him.
Conroy & Hart is begging me.
Money's a little less.
- How much less? - We can manage.
Ritchie's still going to that school, though, Scott.
Yes. Of course.
Fuck.
Hey, Jean, how are you?
I'm good, Marty.
Well, good. Because
we are one big, happy family
here at The Stein Firm.
And if you have a problem, that means
Scottie's got a problem,
and if Scottie's got a problem, what does that mean?
We all have a problem.
We missed you at this morning's partners' meeting, buddy.
- I know, I'm sorry. The... - There was a conference at Ritchie's school.
Oh, that's nice.
Because I was beginning to think that
you were a disloyal, backstabbing cocksucker.
Jesus, Marty! Come on.
And I do mean the last literally.
Did Scottie ever tell you about his arrest
for public lewd and licentious conduct?
It's really... it's quite a story.
You should tell it to her. It's a ton of laughs.
Well,
anyway, nice see you, Jean.
You should tell Ritchie to work hard and stay in school
because someday he might have a strange man
suck his dick in a public crapper just like his old man.
Chip off the old block.
Oh, shit.
Well, well. Well, well, well. Look who's here.
Rachel, right? Steiger?
You lost the Walters case.
Wow, you had your head handed to you on a silver platter.
You guys are perfect for each other.
Here for your last meal, Stein?
That's good. That's good.
No, I... I ate, actually. I did actually wanna thank you, though,
Special Agent Deakins.
My phone's been ringing off the hook.
Apparently, when a... an attorney gets his own murder case dropped,
just like that, despite the fact that
a Federal Task Force has been accumulating,
constructing, gluing together all kinds of very damning evidence,
it's a valuable thing in this town,
almost as viable as a six foot seven inch
point guard who can penetrate, pass and pop a three pointer.
Crazy town, huh, Rach?
I don't know, from now on, maybe you should call me Magic.
Fuck you.
I'm sorry, Chicago girl,
call me Michael.
Are you gonna let your client talk to me like that?
We're in the middle of a private conversation actually,
if you don't mind.
- Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. - Oh, no.
I'm so sorry I didn't realize that.
You guys have so much to talk about, I'm sure.
Have you told your lawyer about the two CIs
that were killed on your watch?
And the fact that you used your position
to get charges dropped against your junkie boyfriend?
- Okay, Marty. Come on, that's enough. - He had a 12-year-old boy,
a 12-year-old boy in his car, that's fantastic.
You know what your problem is, Stein?
Arrogance.
You think you see everything.
You think you know everything.
I know one thing.
When I'm done with you, you're gonna want to put a bullet
right in your brain.
- All right. - Just like your old man.
Yeah, that's it.
- Why did he do it? - We're done. Thanks, Marty.
- I forget. - All right, Marty.
- Suck on it. - Come on.
- Under the chin. - Enough. Could you please leave?
- 45, 38... - You're sick.
Sorry.
What an asshole.
Deakins.
Now.
Is this real?
Real enough that my boss
is already looking for outside counsel.
Should I be worried?
Worried about what?
Close that, will you?
Your little stunt may cost us a lot more than our jobs.
Stein is suing both the task force
and the three of us individually.
- I had nothing to do with... - I don't want to hear your lies right now.
Stein is comin' after you, Deakins.
He's coming after you with everything he's got.
Criminal. Civil.
I told you, if you take a shot at Marty Stein,
you better not miss.
You missed.
- I... - No, no...
Don't.
Question of the day.
Why do sheep always follow
the sheep right in front of it?
Why is that?
Mile after mile, day after day.
It can't be because sheep number two
enjoys the particular aroma
emanating out of sheep number one's butt.
No, it can't be that. It's gotta be more than that.
Here's my theory. Sheep number two
doesn't have the sheep balls big enough
to venture off on his own,
and to think for himself.
Now, who is sheep number one in our little fairytale?
Senator Bob Richmond. And after the ceremony tomorrow,
half the city of Chicago'll be fighting each other,
to stick their noses up his ass.
Cases aren't won in court, Betsy.
They're won by public opinion.
I told you, what did I tell you?
What did I tell you?
We are going to pull this off.
Is it okay I talk now?
Yes, of course, sweetheart.
The floor is all yours.
Ah.
I got nothing.
I got it.
I'm here to see Mr. Stein.
Mr. Stein.
Chad.
Can I take your coat? Or get you something to drink?
No. I won't be staying.
Chad, what can I do for you?
Spit it out.
Senator Richmond has decided
that in light of recent events...
- Are you fucking kidding me? - That it would be better for all concerned
if you didn't attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow.
- Get him on the phone. - He's in a meeting.
I don't give a fuck if he's in a meeting!
Get him on the goddamn phone!
- He said no calls. - What the fuck?
The news is making every decision we make very difficult.
The news?
Mr. Stein, I think you should turn your TV on.
And just three weeks ago,
a white, wealthy attorney named Martin Stein killed
a young black female named Talia Freeman
- in her own home, right here in Chicago. - Holy fuck.
And nothing...
Holy fuck.
- I hope given the circumstances... - Get the fuck out.
No grand jury hearing,
no trial,
- not a goddamn thing. - We'll get through this, Marty.
That motherfucker.
That's dead wrong.
That's wrong because black lives matter.
And Marty Stein's gonna soon learn just how much
Talia Freeman's life really mattered.
- What... - Who the fuck are you?
- What? What are you talking about? - Who the fuck are you?
- What are you talking about? - Greg is dead.
- What? - He was tortured to death, Mia.
By who?
Who's comin' after you?
I don't know. I swear to God, I don't know.
Look. I know this isn't just about insider trading.
- What did you do? - Nothing. I didn't do anything. I swear to God.
All right, you know what? That's it, I'm done.
Okay. You have to listen to me.
Okay, listen, I don't know what's going on.
I don't know who's after me. But I need help finding them, okay?
I can't do it by myself.
That's not my problem.
Look, it is your problem.
Okay? You think it's just about me now?
Huh? This is about you too.
Whatever they think that I know,
whatever they think that I did,
how do you know they don't think that I told you too?
All right. I'll take my chances.
Hey, look. I can make you a lot of money.
All right?
That flash drive,
I know where everything is.
I know what everything is worth.
I know what everyone does and says and thinks.
And that is worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
I will split it with you 50-50 right down the middle.
Just think about that, Ethan.
I got your text.
You leaked the recording.
I gotta say, that surprised me.
- I didn't think you had it in you. - Don't.
Don't what?
Don't act like you and I are friends.
You texted me, remember?
We're not friends.
Fine.
We're not friends.
Stein's trying to ruin me.
That surprises you?
So I'm calling in my chit.
Excuse me?
You said you would help me bring him down
in exchange for my silence.
And I need that help.
Marty summoned me last night.
He promised not to throw my mom out on the street
if I give him dirt on you.
So what dirt did you give him?
I'm trying to gain his trust back, Deaks.
What did you give him?
Bunch of shit about Jack,
the drug bust.
I told him about your dad's suicide.
I know.
He just threw it in my face.
I'm trying to get on his good side,
to help you.
And I'm supposed to believe you?
Let me prove myself.
What about your mom?
I'm gonna work overtime, I'll take a second fuckin' job.
I need to make this up to you.
You are going to help me nail Stein to the wall.
I can do that.
You didn't have a choice.
It was either him or us.
No. I had a choice.
Ethan, we can't just sit here.
You good?
Yeah.