Rogue

Previously on Rogue...

This is my mom, Harper.

She was in the state hospital.

Marty says, "Fuck that." Next day, she is in this private joint,

round-the-clock nurses.

All I had to do was keep him informed about the Kings.

That's the real leader of the 13th Street Kings.

Marty Stein.

Marty Stein is using the Kings

to steal US military weapons en route to Chicago PD.

It's small arms warfare from here to eternity, and I want in on that fun.

So, you're running guns into a holy war, is that it?

I want those guns back. And I can't get 'em without you.

I just want my...

Ahhh!

Let me see your fucking hands!

But there is something I can get you,

something you cannot get for yourself,

- someth... - And what's that?

A United States senator.

So, what're you gonna do with the money I gave you?

Maybe getting back into the intelligence business.

Maybe you'd be my first client.

We need you to tell Marlon you know where Leo's hiding out.

-I do? -We're gonna give you an address

where we'll be waiting.

- DEA! Drop your weapon.

Drop your fucking weapon.

Who ordered the hit on Leo?

Marlon Dinard.

- We can stop this right now. - It's too fucking late.

- Where is he? - Fuck you!

Where...

Somebody killed Talia.

Your client was found at the crime scene, holding the body of the victim.

The defendant will be held without bail.

family. What the fuck is wrong with you!

The fuck do you know about family?

Oh, my God.

Your lawyer, Marty Stein, is exactly what I need to talk to you about.

Listen.

Libby?

You know who I am.

You've been trying to find me for a week.

Well, it appears I've found you.

Actually, I found you.

- Okay. - What do you want?

Me? Nothing.

- Let me... - I wouldn't.

Go ahead. Test me.

I was just gonna give you my card.

My name is Ethan Kelly.

Burns Wagner send you?

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

So, what are you? CIA?

FBI?

Greg Barrett hired me to find you, Libby.

Greg Barrett?

Fuck me.

You're from the NSA, right?

Mom! Mom!

Whoa, hey!

- Get off the fucking bike! - (ENGINE REVVING)

Get off the bike! Back up, back the fuck up!

What do you want from me, Bernie?

How could I know it's gonna rain for 20 days in Malaysia?

How could I know that?

Yeah, okay, okay. - Sir?

Sir, you can't go in there.

On my mother's eyes, Bernie. How long have we known each other?

So what? You're gonna come...

No... Jesus!

-I just got fucking shot at, Greg. -Hey! Okay.

Now, who is Libby Hendricks, really?

-And don't fucking lie to me. -I'm not lying to you!

You're not fucking lying to me?

-She's not some ex-girlfriend, is she? -Okay, I lied to you.

But I had a good reason I couldn't tell you the truth.

I'm listening.

Do you know what a margin call is?

Of course I know what a margin call is.

Okay, well, I'm in the hole a lot of money,

and I don't get it back, I'm done, I'm finished.

Who is Libby Hendricks? You're not answering my question.

-You're not answering my fucking... -She was my golden goose.

-Go on. -She had this flash drive, had an algorithm on it.

Back door to Burns Wagner, nobody knew about it, no one could trace it.

Who is Burns Wagner?

They're a consultancy firm.

Their biggest client, their only client, is the NSA.

So, she had the keys to the whole fucking world. In real time.

She could read emails, text messages, phone calls, anything.

What did it look like?

It was silver. Tiny.

Size of nothing. You could fit it into a laptop...

Boom. I could do no wrong.

And you were using it for insider trading, is that right?

She had secret information, I traded on it. We made a lot of money.

So, what's the problem, Greg?

Well, I spent a lot more.

I thought the good times would never end.

Now I'm in the hole, bitch disappeared. She cleared me out.

She played you.

Let me ask you a question. How were you gonna pay me?

I have some personal funds.

Do you?

Well, guess what? Now it's double.

And I want $25,000, and I want it right now.

-How am I gonna get 25... -I know you've got some get out of town cash,

and I want it right now, Greg.

There's 20.

Security contract at this firm is up for renewal.

Must be worth of couple million dollars.

That's why you're doing this, right? Help with your startup?

You do this for me,

you find Libby, you find that flash drive before anyone else does,

and I'll get you that contract. Guaranteed.

I'll see what I can do, Greg.

I first met Talia when she was 11 years old.

She was sitting on the steps outside the courthouse,

flipping a quarter.

I said to her,

"If you can make that come up heads, I will give you a dollar."

She said, "Make it five, and you got a deal."

Before the afternoon was over,

she had 60 of my hard-earned dollars in her pocket

and an ice cream sundae in her belly.

That was Talia.

She knew what she wanted.

And she usually got it.

and a fucking crook... Where is he?

And you stick your fucking nose in everybody's business,

-and you destroy everything. We can stop this, you know that?

We can stop this right now.

It's too fucking late. He's probably in cuffs right now.

Where is he? You're about to join him.

Where is he? Fuck you!

Where... - (THUDDING)

You've had two weeks to think about our offer, Marlon.

We know Marty Stein killed Talia.

You know he killed Talia.

Best case, he pleads down to negligent homicide, does a couple years, tops.

Worst case, he convinces a jury this was all a tragic accident.

And walks.

If you cooperate, we can build a RICO case against him.

He'll get 20, minimum.

It won't hurt your sentencing either, Marlon.

Now, why you're continuing to protect that son of a bitch is beyond me, son.

What goes on between me and Marty is between me and Marty.

Let's raise our glasses.

To Talia Freeman.

You are a beautiful ray of sunshine,

and the world will be a dimmer place without you in it.

(OTHERS MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

Thank you, Marty.

Can I get you something?

What about Marlon?

Do you think you can get him out?

I will do my best. You know that.

-You believe he's innocent, right? -Yes, of course I do.

And I've already made a motion to dismiss the charges.

We have to find out who did this. We have to.

I promise you I will.

I miss her.

- I miss her so... (SOBBING) - I know. I know, sweetie.

I know.

Listen to me, Marlon. If anything happens to Marty, when you finish this 20,

I promise they'll have another 20-to-life staring you in the face.

So, you really don't have a choice.

This is America, man.

A man always got a choice.

That son of a bitch has got balls, I'll give him that.

- He'll come around. - Will he?

What if he doesn't?

Maybe we should just pick up Stein

before Marlon's boys execute their own kind of justice.

No way. That prick'll have a jury convinced she slipped on a banana

and hit her head on the TV.

I want Stein behind bars, boss.

Well, find me an eyewitness, a hair follicle,

something that will nail his ass to a wall.

Marty. Come on in.

Hey.

- How are ya? - Good, you?

Well, not so bad, considering.

You want a drink?

Just a taste, if you don't mind.

Wow. Look at this place!

It's not bad, huh?

My, my, my, my, my.

There you go.

Thank you.

Hey.

Congrats, mazel tov on your new business.

Cheers.

- Well, what can I do for you? - Okay, here's the thing.

I would like it very much if you could put Marlon Dinard on your books.

He's in prison, Marty.

I made a motion to dismiss, but if that doesn't work,

I need to show that he's employed full-time in order to make bail.