Rogue

Previously on Rogue...

I know you killed them.

Those three American soldiers did not die in a helicopter crash.

I know you were in the Swat Valley.

The same place that those Special Ops soldiers

delivered 10 million in cash to a warlord named Massoud.

I know that you robbed them

and I know that you executed them.

And you think I'm capable of that?

Yeah. Actually, I do.

Cheat, he was gonna get us caught.

That's the fucking chair, man. That's the fucking chair.

So, you killed Cheat?

It's gonna be okay.

Ray!

Spud!

What the fuck did you do?

I'm not looking over my shoulder.

This ends today.

I love you, man.

I'm not done with you yet.

I heard that was your MO.

The CIA were giving millions of taxpayer dollars to a Taliban gangster.

We were this close to getting Massoud to the negotiating table.

And it's all gone to shit

because of four small, short-sighted, greedy motherfuckers.

Now, you keep your mouth shut.

You're our greedy motherfucker now.

The Feds are serious about re-opening your shooting reviews.

That's bad for you. And that's bad for me.

So Ethan Kelly just gets away with it?

Scream and shout all you like, this is never coming out.

Well, if anyone knows about covering shit up, it would be you.

Is that a threat?

I'll get it. Can I help you?

Mom, who's at the door?

I'm ready.

I'm ready now.

There we go.

People call me a conspiracy nut.

But that's just a way to dismiss what I have to say.

What I write about

aren't conspiracies,

they're simply the way powerful people do business.

Ready?

Can you state your name?

Norma Jean.

But you call me Marilyn.

Are you aware that your net worth is almost 45 million dollars?

Oh, my!

Now...

And this is very important.

When did you start running guns?

Whatcha watching?

- Big things, CC. Big things. - Dude. Your nose, man.

Jesus, Hutchings. Do you have to do that shit in here?

I'm feeling good tonight, CC.

My story's finally coming together.

I'm back in the game, my friend.

- Going to meet with the last big piece right now. - Uh-huh.

Woodward, Bernstein, Assange, Adam Hutchings.

Right.

Mmm!

How about another drink for good luck?

I give you another one, you run someone over, it's my ass.

I see you.

- Asshole. - Shit. I gotta go.

- Dude, you're not driving? - It's not my car.

It's still a car.

Hutch?

Hey.

Here ya go, Frankie. Stay warm.

Oh, fuck.

Anything?

Nothing yet.

Hey. He's here, right?

You said, he's gonna be here.

He better be here.

Incoming 12 o'clock.

Who the fuck is this guy?

This could be a customer.

We got movement. South corner.

Cups is in the house.

Hey, hey, hey. Ears up, Diaz.

Hey, man. This is my shot. This is a big deal for me.

I'm not carrying anything.

He said he'll be here in five.

He said he was gonna be here at 11.

It's 11:10. What the fuck, man?

I mean, he said 11, I'm here at 11.

Fuck!

Deakins, you know anything about this?

No, but whoever it is, he's high on something.

Yeah.

All right, I got you.

All right.

- He said he ain't comin'. - Fuck's sake.

- What the fuck, man? He just said... - What?

Things change, all right. Just relax.

Okay.

Okay, so, what do we do?

Me?

I'm gettin' my frosty black ass

into a hot bed with some warm-ass pussy, man.

Fuck!

What the fuck is going on?

Deakins, Finnigan?

You follow the white guy.

Go!

Come on. You're gonna lose him.

I go any faster, he'll make us.

Come on.

He ran a red. Let's pull him.

What the fuck's he doing?

You think he made us?

- Shit! - Holy shit!

Shit! Jesus!

What the fuck are you doing? Hey, hold on.

Deaks, get in the...

- Help me! - Holy shit!

Deaks! Deaks!

I'm gonna be a father, guys.

Gotta be responsible.

Look, you do this,

you never have to worry anymore.

You're gonna live the good life.

We agreed to talk to him, Ray.

Not kill him.

Everything we've done up to now was for that business,

so we could be our own men.

These weren't the kinda men we were trying to be.

How'd it get this bad, Ray?

You never were one of us.

All right, it's time to go.

Just give me a minute.

Your flight for Chicago leaves in two hours.

All the info you need is in there.

That's Marty Stein.

After meeting him, you'll connect with Lloyd Roberts.

He's General Howard's guy.

It's been a while since you've been home, huh?

It'll be nice,

you'll be able to drop in on your dad.

We have a very tight fucking leash on you, Kelly.

Tell me you got a name on the driver.

Forensics is into it. But I wouldn't hold my breath.

The guy was like, in a million charred pieces.

How about a VIN on the car?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Look, Deak, please don't go full Monk on me here, okay?

You said it yourself, the guy was all coked up.

His car exploded.

He slammed into a dumpster.

Gas tank was leaking.

- Still... - Three words, Deak.

Fast and Furious.

- Never saw it. - Serious? They made like 14 of them.

And I'm talking about the real fucking guy.

Yeah, well, the real guy didn't meet with a scumbag banger before he went boom.

You know what I'm thinkin'?

I'm thinkin' a couple of Maxie's dogs, extra kraut and onions.

Hey, I hope your CI's not expecting a raise.

Fucking Lobo.

Look, he said that this was going to be a big deal. Maybe it was.

Some white guy doesn't randomly show up

to talk to Cups in the middle of nowhere then dies in a fireball?

All right, here we go.

All I'm saying is maybe it wasn't an accident.

All right, look, you wanna dick around with conspiracy theories, you go right ahead.

But you're gonna have to account for the overtime.

- Perfect. - Right.

I hope you're thinkin' Maxie's.

Lobo.

Fucking...

Lobo.

- Mr. Kelly? - Yeah.

- Come in before we both catch our death. - Thank you.

Mr. Stein will be right with you.

Can I get you something?

Coffee? A pastry?

I'm fine, thank you very much.

Well, just call if you change your mind.

- I'm Elizabeth. - Pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth.

Jerry Hotchkiss next door and Herb from across the street,

they both buy snow blowers, yeah.

Top-of-the-line, gas-powered this,

electric that, guaranteed to move 18 inches of snow, without breaking a sweat.

What happens last year, first snow?

They last, maybe, five minutes.

Clog. Dead.

Nada. Nothing.

So, what do they do this year? They run out to Sears

to buy the new and improved model.

I give 'em till Christmas tops.

- Marty Stein. - Ethan Kelly.

That's the problem with America today.

Whatever it is, someone'll sell you a new and improved model,

whether you need it or not.

Well, nobody's ever improved on a shovel, have they?

Bingo!