Rogue

Previously on Rogue...

What are you doing?

Grace, it's me. I'm at Cheat's.

Everything's fucked!

The other partners. So these guys all served in Afghanistan.

Kendra was Massoud tying up loose ends.

We're next.

The only question is when and

- where is he gonna hit us? - You know, I could be more help to you

if you actually told me what this task force is investigating.

Mr. Kelly came in just after ten.

You got a camera in the parking garage?

You think Kelly killed his best friend?

The other guys' alibis check out.

Why is he lying?

Remember my UC, I told you about her.

- Sarah? - Is she dead?

Yeah. Yeah, we think so.

And they want me to go back undercover.

Now, you're not as much fun as that goofy red hair makes you look.

Who's she?

Someone who might come in useful.

- Hey. You know who this is? - Yeah, I know Jackie Hays.

* There's blood on our hands *

* In this perfect madness *

* You're living on borrowed time *

* Oh, how *

* You have lost your way *

* You have lost your way *

Now, what do you want?

It's good to see you too.

- Can I come in? -

You know, you're a very interesting woman.

Or should I say women?

What is it? Inez Navarro.

- Babette Dell. Erica Potter. Jaclyn Parker. - Hey,

maybe I got me an identity crisis, you know?

Maybe.

You know, Sloane Townsend, can I be honest with you?

You don't really seem like a Sloane to me.

What is it today?

- Well, you can call me Nina. - Nina.

I like Nina.

Without the Southern accent, of course.

Oooh, I like that.

How you can see through everything.

Kind of like Superman.

So, come on, what do you want?

I was asleep. And sleep's like my favorite thing,

so this better be good.

I have a job for you.

I need a laptop cloned.

So get yourself a tech.

I would, but the house isn't mine and nor is the laptop.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't do home break-ins.

That's how you get shot.

Well, Nina might not do them any more, but, uh,

Marilyn Cobb did in South Carolina, a few years back.

See, you didn't do all your homework, 'cause she got caught.

And she learned her lesson.

Well, you want some of your money back?

How about I give you, say, $10,000?

Well you look fit. Why don't you do it?

Well, because I'm the kind of guy that pays people like you to do it for him.

- Oh, you're chickenshit? -

People like you? What is that supposed to mean?

You like my style?

Nothing you can't leave behind if you have to run.

Right?

Can I get you something?

Like the door?

Easiest $10,000 you ever made.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Going once...

Twice...

Oh, fuck it.

But if I do get shot,

then you have got to say something nice at my funeral.

Deal. Go get your jacket.

- What? - Let's go.

- Now? - Yeah, now.

Oh.

- You know I would have done it for five. - And I would have paid you 15.

You don't need that.

You can put it down.

Trust me.

- Nice ride, player. - Hm.

Maybe you should stop hiring people to do your dirty work, and buy yourself a nice car.

This gets me around.

I figured you more an Aston Martin guy.

Must be my James Bond vibe.

Nah, I thought you'd be into all that foofoo Brit engineering crap.

Something fancy...

Like a 4/4 Drophead Coupe maybe?

What? So people like you can steal it?

There's that "people like you" again.

- Oh, yeah? - You're gonna give me a complex.

Here you go.

Alright. Alarm?

No, we took care of it.

Oh.

Okay, let's go!

Where are we going?

Hey, hey.

It's all there.

It better be.

- I'll see you around. - Yeah.

Welcome home.

Ooh... Blonde...

I like it.

The carpet match the drapes?

What are you doing here?

You don't write,

you don't call...

and we've got so much to talk about.

Jackie may be dead.

But she's not forgotten.

So how'd you find me?

You wanna tell me what you want,

or you gonna stand there all night

pointing that big gun in my face?

I just saved your life.

- How's that? - I backed you up.

Your friend Ethan showed up, asking me if I know Jackie Hays.

I could've told him she was a cop.

- But I didn't. - Out of the goodness of your heart?

I could have ended you.

So, what? You got cold feet?

And you still have, don't you?

Come on, Alec. Put the gun down.

- Cos we both know you're not gonna use it. - Fuck you!

Yeah...

- -

I want a cut.

- Of what? - Of whatever it is you're up to with this Ethan guy.

- It's not about money. - Then what's that money?

You know...

You and me?

We're not that different.

Oh, yes, we are.

We put family first.

We kill

to protect the ones we love.

So, tell me...

How are we different?

Phewt!

I'll be in touch...

Blondie.

Fuck.

So it must have been tough for you.

Getting me here, huh?

Yeah, I thought it'd be...

Turns out all I needed was a bottle of bourbon

- and a fake apology. - You're an asshole.

I meant the task force.

Can't imagine I'm high on any bureau lists these days.

I believe the term undesirable

was floated around in some circles.

Well, all this flattery...

- Yeah? - You'll make me blush.

Really?

Ow! God.

Look, I'm not gonna pretend like I didn't have to fight for you...

I guess I just figured you're worth it.

Hey, you wanna grab breakfast?

Sorry. I can't.

I don't think we should be seen heading into work together.

Okay.

So, you go in first, I'll come later.

Yeah. Good idea.

- Can I get you anything? - I don't have time, Leni.

I'm on the 8:40 to San Diego.

Thanks for diverting to meet with me.

Not a conversation for the phone.

So this task force of yours...

What a God-Almighty clusterfuck.

Whatever you find out, good or bad,

this is a cover-your-ass mission.

- Whose ass? - High up letters.

All of them?

The whole alphabet.

It's a lose-lose, Leni.