Previously on Rogue...
If you wanted to kill me, I'd have been dead an hour ago.
Jesus!
You brought me here to talk you out of it.
A white, wealthy attorney named Martin Stein
killed Talia Freeman.
Holy fuck.
I want libel complaints prepared against the DEA taskforce,
I want Special Agent Harper Deakins named specifically.
Stein is suing both the task force and the three of us individually.
I am going to bury her
and you're going to help me do it.
So what dirt did you give him?
Bunch of shit about Jack,
the drug bust.
I'm trying to get on his good side,
- to help you. - And I'm supposed to believe you?
So you think Greg sent him?
I don't know, do you?
Yeah, I do.
Jen, get me Greg Barrett's home address.
And don't worry about coming in today.
Greg is dead.
He was tortured to death, Mia.
Who's comin' after you?
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.
You didn't have a choice.
It was either him or us.
No. I had a choice.
To some in this city, the name Talia Freeman elicits no reaction.
Her death does not resonate with any significance.
They wouldn't think to ask a professor such as myself
or a man of God such as Pastor Tunde
to comment on the life and circumstances of
this young, vibrant, beautiful black woman.
To some, Talia Freeman does not warrant
a moment of consideration.
Yet to others,
her death is a cause for sadness.
It's a source of great frustration and anger
and violence.
I myself have been a part of this violence.
I've encouraged and provoked it.
I've witnessed, up close, the fruit it bears.
Which is why I've asked to speak to you all today,
to share my message.
The fruit is rotten.
I was wrong.
I've come at it wrong.
And upon careful consideration, I've come at it wrong again.
Some may say that's human.
But today I stand before you,
as I've stood before many like you many times in the past
to say in this city, in this community,
in this church
amongst friends and family of Talia Freeman
that her death must be a call for change.
Yes!
Romans 12:14.
"Bless those who persecute you,"
"bless and do not curse."
So let us all look within ourselves at this time of great difficulty and grief,
let us look within ourselves
and do not be overcome by evil,
but overcome evil with good.
- Hallelujah. - Amen.
We're back with Larry Brown,
former Lincoln Park high school principal
currently running for head of the Illinois Education Council.
Now, Larry, you've been telling me
that there's a huge disparity between
the funding for inner city schools...
Thank you.
In comparison with their white suburban counterparts.
Is that correct?
Miranda, let's not beat around the bush.
I wanna do an interview with her.
Now, you realize the governor has challenged you on this many times.
Seriously?
I am going to sit down with the most vitriolic,
gutter-spitting, white man-hating TV journalist
in the city of Chicago.
Marty, I don't think that's such a good idea.
I'm gonna get out ahead of this mea culpa, come clean,
and I'm gonna answer every goddamn question
she can think of to throw at me.
You sure you're in a position to do that?
Set it up.
Help me with the blinds.
- We gonna be safe here? - For now.
I'll get someone to reinforce the door.
I feel so drained.
Here. Drink this. It will make you feel better.
You done this before?
What do you think, Mia?
I think that if I close my eyes I'm gonna see his face.
Maybe you should take a shower.
Make you feel better.
Thank you for helping me.
Mrs. Freeman.
Mr. Dinard. How are you both?
- Oh, getting by, Doctor, thank you. - Furn, ma'am.
Just call me Furn.
I hope my speech didn't cause any undue heartache this morning.
They were good words you spoke.
I appreciate you saying so.
- Would you mind if we talk for a moment? - About what?
Well, I know it's not exactly the right setting, but, um,
I just wanted to assure you,
even though the legal system may have failed you
that there are other ways to seek justice.
Justice.
Look, that recording isn't gonna hold up under scrutiny in a criminal trial.
But the burden of proof in a civil case is much more reasonable.
So wait a minute, wait.
You want us to sue Marty Stein, that's what you saying?
No, I believe that Mrs. Freeman is the next of kin
- so that decision is ultimately hers to make. - Okay.
Excuse me, Doctor.
It seemed to me that you were preaching forgiveness not 20 minutes ago.
- Thank you. - I'm not a preacher, ma'am.
I'm not a preacher but what I do know is the law.
And I know that this city is not served
by young black men and women creating
a spectacle out of frustration and hatred.
But that doesn't mean we can't pursue other avenues of recompense.
In fact, I believe that a victory, if...
If we can call it that under this situation,
a victory over Marty Stein
in a court of law would be a valuable symbol for this community.
While I appreciate that, the fact remains
that I don't have means for such an action.
Well, in addition to my professorship at Avaratia University,
I'm also a practicing lawyer.
And I'd be more than happy to offer my legal services..
I'm sure you would.
Pro bono, of course.
Well, I appreciate your offer,
especially from a man of your esteem...
My esteem is irrelevant.
What you need is a pit bull.
A bulldog. Someone who's gonna go head to head against Marty Stein.
And that's you?
Hell, I work with Marty. I know his weaknesses.
- Hmm. - Look.
Promise me you'll give it some serious consideration.
I will. I promise.
- All right. - Come on.
Let me take it.
Let me consider this.
I thought you had someone to do that for you.
I do. I don't know how she'd react to the recent escalation.
But would you like some help?
Yeah, sure. Here you go.
- It's weird. - What?
There's nothing here.
Betsy, is he around?
Yeah, I need a favor.
- Anyone else? - I think that's it.
- You think? - I don't know.
What, you think I kept a file
of all the people Marty had me watching out for?
Stashed in Lowry's office for safekeeping?
All right, forgive me if I'm not familiar
with the rules of the dirty cop manifesto.
Rule number one, no paper trail.
He never wrote anything down. Ever.
Rule number two, discard all common sense.
It's everyone I can think of right now.
All right, we'll have my team do a preliminary
work up. See if any of these places flag.
And if they don't?
You look hard enough, everyone's got something.
These aren't dumb little bangers, Deaks.
These are Fortune 500 companies with a shitload of money at stake.
They know how to keep their mouths shut.
And I know eventually someone's gonna get tired of us
poking around in their business.
Like you said, there's a shitload of money at stake.
Can I have some water, please?
You're doing fine.
Yeah, you're not letting me answer any questions.
Could I have some water, please?
Can somebody bring a bottle of water, please?
Thank you.
Back in five, four, three...
Welcome back.
We're here with Marty Stein,
who says I'm not giving him a chance to answer
why he killed Talia Freeman.
We've all heard the recording, Marty.
Really? 'Cause you're not acting like it.
- Are you saying it isn't you? - Yes, I'm saying it isn't me,
I'm saying I did not kill Talia Freeman.
I know how the media is trying to portray me
but the fact of the matter is I did not kill Talia Freeman.
Portraying you as a man who refuses to answer a straight question.
I'm answering a straight question.
I'm answering it in a straight manner as we speak.
If you'd look at the statements that I've made...
- Is that you on the recording? - Yes.
- Yes? - Yes.
She attacked me and I was defending myself.
- Defending yourself? - Yes.
I went over there to talk about her plea bargain,
it was not good news, it did not go well, she got very upset,
she hit me and I left.
Are you sure you didn't get a few good shots in there?
Wow. You know what, Miranda, that is uncalled for and it is not funny.
It really isn't funny.
As soon as I felt threatened, I left.
Talia Freeman was barely 90 pounds. That's about as threatening
- as my golden retriever. - Didn't want the situation to escalate.
I left as soon as I possibly could.
Oh, you mean you fled the scene?
I mean I left as soon as I possibly could...
You know what, Miranda, you can spin this however you like.
The fact of the matter remains
I was not there when Talia was killed.
- So say you. - Yes, so says I.
So says the Cook County court.
You know, my understanding is that that
evidence was thrown out on a technicality.
Well, your understanding is limited
and that doesn't surprise me.
The fact of the matter is the entire case was thrown out
because the evidence was insufficient,
it was illegally obtained and it was totally fabricated.
This entire thing is a rail road job
perpetrated by a small group of individuals
who would rather see me behind bars
than standing in court against them, defending my clients.
Like you defended Talia?
Talia Freeman's death was a tragedy.
Her life...
Was very difficult, she had a very
troubled life, a very troubled
past and a very troubled present and
she was involved with some not very pleasant people
and very sadly that caught up with her.
Are you saying you know who killed her?
I'm saying that I am deeply,
deeply saddened and very sorry for her passing.
But I'm not responsible for it.
- How did I do? - You were great.
Well, that must have been difficult for you.
Oh, you know, the truth is sometimes painful.
And how would you know?
How've you been, Furnell?
- Busy. - So, we've heard.
Gonna be a tough act to follow up there.
Oh, come on, you've always been a good actor.
I learned from the best, now, didn't it?
That you did. Remind me, why did I let you go?
Couldn't afford me anymore?
Didn't like being a hatchet man anymore.
I'm still a hatchet man.
I just turned my edge onto bigger trees.
Well, come back.
Firm's a different place now. Much more suited
to someone of your...
Skill set.
Nah. I'm not for sale.
Well, that's not true. You just don't have anything that I want.
Or, at least, you won't, once all this is behind us.
You spent a lot of years doing my dirty work.
I sure hope you don't end up on the wrong end.
I appreciate that, Marty. But we have other considerations now.
Gotta protect the brand.
You understand, right?
Well, I guess all that's left to say is "Good luck," so...
Good luck.
Surprised at you, Miranda. Well, really not.
Entertaining this guy's brand of irresponsible demagoguery.
Actually, I influenced the brand even before you did, Marty.
Oh, yeah, how's that?
We used to co-chair the Civil Rights Union out of Fairgate University.
Ready for you, Furn.
Hey!
Let's grab some dinner when this is all over with, huh?
I didn't know they knew each other.
That's him. Get down, will you?
- Marty fill you in? - No. You shouldn't either.
- There a problem? - No problem.
Just don't give a shit.
Is that why you're working for both sides?
You got stuff? 'Cause I gotta get back.
There you go. I need these fingerprints IDed.
This time-sensitive?
Isn't everything?
- That your cell? - You got it.
Give me a couple hours.
Need to speak with your manager.
Is there a problem?
Agent Deakins, DEA.
Emile. I am the owner.
We're just gonna take a quick look around.
This is a court order for the immediate stoppage
of all work in your kitchen.
Under what justification?
Health code violations.
Health code?
I don't understand, we passed our health inspection only last month.
We spoke to your inspector.
He said he may have overlooked a few infractions
in exchange for some monetary considerations.
I'm calling my lawyer.
You might want to hold off on that.
And why is this?
Because your lawyer, Marty Stein,
is the reason I'm here.
It's not very busy.
Excuse me?
This is quite the prime location.
You must have some serious overhead.
I'm calling Marty.
See, we start to get lawyers involved,
start digging around...
Someone might think to wonder how a place like this
has stayed in business for so long.
Might get the idea to open up your books.
What the hell is this?
It's just a friendly stop-by for now.
City'll send another inspector
in a couple of weeks for your reassessment.
In the meantime, you might wanna talk to me
about Marty Stein
and the exact nature of his involvement in your business.
Got any nines?
Mom, he's cheating.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Smelling good in there.
Course it does,
you've been eating peanut butter and toast three meals a day.
Can't help it. I like routine.
What you like is a woman taking care of you.
No, what I like is you taking care of me.
Careful now, you're gonna start something.
Maybe I wanna start something.
See, now there's a routine I'm more familiar with.
Uh-huh.
I'm serious. Been thinking a lot about it.
Well, do yourself a favor and put your mind to something else.
I've been thinking a little bit about that too.
- Oh, you have, have you? - I have.
Marlon?
- The game. - Oh.
That's right. Um...
Uh, got any jacks?
I just wanted to just talk to you, you know?
Um... I'm tired.
I've been... I've been about that life since I was E's age.
And I've lost everything.
Talia's dead.
All my money is gone.
You're gone.
What are you gonna do instead?
I don't know.
Something new. Something good.
Maybe you can help me figure that out?
- Set the table. - Okay.
- All right. - All right.
- What do we got? - Got any kings?
- Oh, man. You got me. - Yes!
What's this?
Read it, will you?
Uh... It's an arrest report.
Uh... Coke bust
for a Jack Glencoe.
Who's Jack Glencoe?
He runs a community center on the south side.
So what? Half those guys are ex-addicts.
Why the hell else would you spend your life teaching juvies
to play kickball for $25,000 a year?
The arrest was never filed.
Mr. Glencoe was let go.
Marty, I don't understand what you're saying.
Jack Glencoe was dating a certain DEA agent
named Harper Deakins
at the time of his arrest.
And you think she stepped in on his behalf?
Oh, I know for a fact she stepped in on his behalf.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Do I have to do all your work for you?
Go. When you do a little bit of digging on your own, who knows?
Maybe, just maybe,
you might find out something more.
So what happened to him?
Well, my dad had his heart broken when he was 25
and never got over it.
So, he settled for my mother.
Always thought he could do better.
And one day he just got tired of lying about it.
Hey, didn't your friend say
he'd take about two hours to get those prints?
What about you, Mia? Hmm?
I was the golden child, of course.
Mmm, of course.
Smartest, prettiest, fastest...
Fastest, huh?
I was a runner in college. The 200 and 400.
Mmm, wow, I'm impressed.
You still close with your dad?
I was, yeah, after college.
Used to go visit him in his little trailer in the Keys.
- Used to? - He died a few years back.
Hmm, I'm sorry.
Yeah. Lung cancer.
I still remember the last time I saw him.
He was so skinny.
You could see the ribs popping through his shirt.
I couldn't handle it. So...
Told him that we were out of bourbon
and that I was gonna go get some more...
Then I spent the next 45 minutes sobbing in my car
in a Walmart parking lot.
Then, when I got back he was gone.
Still sitting there, lit cigarette in his mouth
not even halfway burnt.
I've been thinking a lot about that in the past two weeks, you know...
I mean, one minute you're here, the next minute you're gone.
Were you expecting someone?
- Yeah. - It's Finnegan.
It's the cop, Mia. Uh, go in the bedroom and wait, will ya?
You expecting someone else?
I thought you said you were gonna call.
Better not to do this stuff over the phone.
Wow.
So, what do you got?
Prints belong to Gary Keyes. K-E-Y-E-S.
Huh. You got an address?
No. There's nothing in the system.
So, they took prints
but they didn't take any other information,
is that what you're trying to say?
No, no. They took it down, they just didn't put in the system.
Sometimes other agencies, they get involved, they step in
and they, uh, make a little interference if the guy is somebody.
So, undercover, witness protection? What are you thinking?
I don't know. Maybe's he's got good friends.
What the fuck you asking me for?
You, don't know? Okay, thank you.
It's a nice place.
Yeah, I like it.
Guess crime pays.
You would know, pal.
Mia.
- Mia. - Yeah.
Would you do me a favor and search Gary Keyes, please?
- Is that our guy? - Yes.
There's still not really much on him.
Fucking guy's a ghost.
Uh, it says here that he worked at a place called Parker Hershorn...
Mmm-hmm.
That doesn't really make sense. I mean, he's an accountant.
No, he's an actuary.
Oh, I'm sorry, my mistake. He's an actuary.
That is why he was trying to kill us.
No, he wasn't trying to kill us, he was trying to kill you.
That's great. Thank you.
Parker Hershorn is, uh... Does that name ring a bell to you?
- No. - You sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
But what the hell does it matter? I mean, really, Ethan,
what is your angle here?
That Gary finished up his spreadsheets
and then they sent him over here to blow me away?
You done?
Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know what to think.
Okay. Search Parker Hershorn.
And find me some dirt, someone in the HR department.
And then, uh, we should get you some new clothes.
What are you doing here?
Hey, I know you've had a crazy couple days.
I figured you might forget to eat.
So, I just brought you some Ricobene.
I don't really have time for this right now.
Sorry, I'll take it. I'll go.
If you don't have time, I don't mean to interrupt...
May I join you, please? There's two in there.
Thank you.
Mmm.
Thank you.
How are you?
Robert Zarem and this is my associate...
Natalie Gorbachov.
We're with the IRS. Mack Nemoy, please.
Okay, sure. Just one moment.
Hi. Uh, can Mack come up to the front? It's urgent.
- He'll be right up. Please, take a seat. - Thanks.
Can I get you something to drink?
- Uh, water. Sparkling, please. - I'm fine. Thank you.
I knew you guys did house calls, but Jesus.
Hmm. Well, we're sorry for the inconvenience
but we're here to collect on 941 tax.
Look, Mack, I don't think I need to tell you how serious this is.
Well, I knew I owed, but it wasn't that much, was it?
Well, it's $150,000 plus interest
and penalties.
- Wait a minute. - Look.
In the 22 years that I've been doing this,
guys like yourself that are evading paying taxes
usually have something to hide.
Gambling, drugs, sometimes worse.
I don't have it.
So, what are we gonna do?
I'll tell you what we'll do. There's a guy here at your firm
that owes a lot of money as well.
We would like some information about him.
His name's Gary Keyes.
I don't think I can do that.
You sure?
What are you looking for?
Well, he's not in the office today and, uh,
myself and Miss Gorbachov
would like to, uh, speak with him. We'd like his address.
You do that, and...
I'll knock down some penalties for you.
I mean, I don't know what I can do really but I'll try.
How's that sound?
Miss Gorbachov, huh?
It was the first thing that popped into my head.
It worked, didn't it?
Yes, it did. You did all right. You did all right.
- Well, thank you. - You're welcome.
So where do we go now?
I was gonna drop you back at my place.
It would be more fun if you took me with you.
Okay. Let's go find out who Gary Keyes is, Miss Gorbachov.
You the foreman of this site?
I am.
Got a court order here for you to halt
construction in this location, immediately.
I don't mean to put this indelicately, ma'am,
but do you have any idea whose building this is?
Order names an Angelo Becerra.
Uh-huh.
So you can give him a call.
Are you sure you want me to do that?
Positive.
Okay.
And make sure to tell him his friend Marty Stein
is responsible for holding up his half-billion dollar development.
- Marlon. - Hi, Betsy.
Is Marty home?
Uh, I think he's at a lunch actually...
Why don't you cut the shit?
I saw his car pull in.
Look...
I'm coming in peace.
I'm just here to talk.
Could you let him know that I'm here?
Okay.
Marty. Marty. Marlon's here.
It's okay. I'll be just down the hall.
You shouldn't be here.
Coming in peace, man.
Your auntie slapped me with a wrongful death suit just this morning.
I ain't got nothing to do with that.
Uh-huh.
I need a loan, Marty.
Why? Washington's legal fees too expensive for you?
Well, actually,
he hates you so much, he's gonna do this one for free.
What do you need a loan for?
I got a connect.
He's gonna set me up with a package, get me back on my feet.
But I need the cash up front.
Go to Ordonez.
No. Not this time. I'm getting out.
- Getting out? Getting out of what? - Everything.
This is my last deal, Marty.
I don't wanna owe Ordonez or no one.
I'mma take the package, turn it around,
make some living money, then I'm gone.
Except me. You don't mind owing me.
Marty, this is reparation.
This is the price of letting you live.
This is how you make it right.
And if I say no?
You know what? All right.
- Good. - I have some conditions though.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
You're gonna make a statement, a public statement.
You're gonna tell the world how much I loved Talia
and how much Talia loved me
and how I would never, ever, not in a million years hurt her.
The people that you wanna influence
don't care about what I have to say.
Nevertheless.
What else?
You're gonna tell your auntie to drop the lawsuit.
That's not my place to do that.
Make it your place.
I need the cash, today.
I'll have it delivered.
Okay.
- Marlon. - What?
When you change your mind about all this stuff,
let me know.
- That's weird. - What?
She doesn't look like a woman whose husband is missing.
Maybe she's used to him not coming home.
- Why don't you stay here? - But I want to go with you.
Keep an eye out.
Hands up.
U.S. Marshals, put your hands on your head.
Hands on your head, now.
Turn around and back towards me, slowly.
Cuff him.
Got him.
- Hey. - Where is she?
She's right over here.
Uh-huh.
You in charge?
- Harper Deakins. - Angelo Becerra.
- Pleasure. - Can we talk in private?
I've been calling around about you.
I'm sure you have better things to do than waste your time on me.
My thoughts precisely.
What have you heard?
Oh, they say
you are giving the friends of Marty Stein a difficult time.
- Is that so? - Yes.
They did not say it so politely.
Well, I appreciate you cleaning it up for me.
I have a trade to offer you.
- A trade? - You call off your dogs,
I'll give you want you want.
Deanston Finance.
You might wanna write that down so you don't forget it.
I think I can remember two words.
- What do they do? - Commodities. Hedge funds.
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.
And what'll I find?
Well, perhaps
they've been doing a little too well for a little too long.
If this doesn't pan out
I will be back in all nine of your Cook County projects.
Yes, yes.
- Betsy. - What's wrong?
I don't know what crazy, stupid son of a bitch
designs a remote with 700 buttons,
not one of which says
- "Watch TV." - Let me.
Welcome back.
We're here with Marty Stein,
who says I'm not giving him a chance to answer
why he killed Talia Freeman.
We've all heard the recording, Marty.
Really? 'Cause you're not acting like it.
Are you saying it isn't you?
Could I get some more water, please?
Oh.
- Is that you on the recording? - Yes.
Yes?
Oh, my God.
- They recut it. - What?
They're doing a hatchet job, those motherfuckers.
They recut the whole goddamn thing.
- They can't do that. - Yeah, well, they're doing it.
- Sue them. - Yeah.
Talia Freeman was barely 90 pounds. That's about as threatening
- as my golden retriever. - Didn't want the situation to escalate.
I left as soon as I possibly could.
Oh, you mean, you fled the scene?
Can I have some more water, please?
Oh, my God. This is a catastrophe.
Oh, my God.
I spoke with Dr. Furnell Washington,
a civil liberties lawyer,
Avaratia University professor,
and former colleague of Marty Stein.
Do you believe him?
Well, the truth is, we may never know what happened in that room.
I don't... I don't... I don't fucking believe this.
I don't believe it!
Again and again all over this country.
Are you saying this attack was racially motivated?
Okay, yeah, here it comes. Bring it on! Bring it on!
I don't know, Miranda, but...
What I do know is that as long as the establishment closes ranks
to protect the Marty Steins of this world,
we're never gonna get any answers
and nothing is ever gonna change.
You motherfucker. You motherfucker.
What?
Marty, you need to get down here.
Why? What's going on?
Miranda leaked the interview to Gaffney this afternoon.
What?
Yeah. The partners think the blowback's gonna be bad
so they want to get out in front of it.
He's called a vote to terminate your partnership.
When?
It's happening right now.
I'm sorry. They must've known I'd call you, they didn't tell me.
Great. That's just fucking great.
I don't fucking believe this shit.
- Marlon. - Famous.
Cash, nigga.
Where's my package?
Safe.
Wait. So, you expecting me to give my end up first?
Maybe I just
blow a hole in your motherfucking skull and take your shit.
The last time you tried that, how'd that work out for you?
All right.
Cheeky motherfucker, man. Give me that shit.
I gotta count, homie.
Oh, yeah, when you learn how to do that?
Yo, five-o, man.
Fuck, I'm standing with this shit.
- Federal agents! - Don't you fucking move!
Get on the ground!
- Shit. - Get down!
Got him!
Drop your weapon!
- Drop your weapon, Mr. Dinard. - Fuck.
Turn around.
Interlock your hands behind your head.
On your knees.
A couple false starts, but I knew we'd get you eventually.
Call my lawyer.
I know you have a vote to cast so I'll be brief.
Some of you have been waiting a long time for this.
See my ass get kicked out, middle of the gutter.
I can't say I'm surprised by that.
Look, I'm not gonna sit here and make excuses for that
incendiary misrepresentation of an interview.
That's not what this is about.
I know that, everybody here knows that.
Some of us have been together here... What, Sam? Maybe 30 years.
So...
We all know it's not my good name
and reputation that has kept me in this seat.
Shit, some people have said that I am personally responsible
for giving all lawyers a bad name.
No, that's not what this is about. This is about value.
This is about pluses and minuses. This is a spreadsheet.
Mine is on full display at the moment, for better or for worse.
But let's not kid ourselves.
Everyone in this room
has check marks on both sides of that ledger.
And guess what,
I know each and every one of them.
Why? Because that's what I do. That is my business.
That is my value. And that's what this is about.
That's what it should be about.
Any questions? Any comments? Any litigation?
Good.
I'll leave you to it.
I got a connect.
He's gonna set me up with a package, get me back on my feet.
But I need the cash up front.
Go to Ordonez.
Is this the whole thing?
He agrees to the loan?
What do you think the whole thing means, huh?
You did well.
I don't fucking feel well right now.
At all.
Come on, bankrupting Marty Stein's
gotta bring a little smile to your face.
Yeah, you don't know Marty.
This Federal Asset Forfeiture shit,
that's some fucked up shit. I'm telling you right now.
It's not so bad when you're on the right side of it.
Yeah, lotta things ain't bad
when you're on the right side of it.
You think you can get him on that conspiracy charge too?
Probably not. It's a pretty clear cut case of entrapment.
Marty will have no trouble getting out of it. But we...
We get to seize his money.
All of it.
Well?
It was close.
Only three votes.
Marty, I'm...
I don't even...
What the hell is this?
Marty Stein, I have a warrant for your arrest.
Get that crap away from me.
Ah, fuck!
Assaulting a federal agent is a felony, Marty.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you can't afford an attorney
one can be provided to you.
Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?
Krause just slams him on the desk.
I thought I broke the poor bastard's ribs.
Deakins?
You guys still going to Edison's?
I'm getting pretty sick of that place.
Whatever. Call me.
- Save me a shot. - You got it.
Feeling pretty good about yourself, huh?
It's hitting news stands in the morning.
"Corruption in the DEA."
It's a scoop.
It's first one I've ever read that mentions you.
What?
It says that you used your connections
to get your boyfriend off on a cocaine charge.
Ex-boyfriend.
Well, I'm sure they'll correct that in the retraction.
It's a bullshit charge. The drugs weren't even his.
Okay. I believe you.
Good.
Unfortunately, it's out of my hands.
Internal Affairs takes these things pretty seriously.
There's gonna be an investigation.
Into what?
Well, I assume they're gonna wanna know
whether this was an isolated incident.
And I foolishly assured them that it was.
Until then, you're on administrative leave.
You're kicking me out?
You knew exactly what you were getting into
when you went after Marty Stein the way you did.
I only hope you found what you were looking for.
Well...
Is that it?
That's it.