Rogue

Previously on "Rogue"...

So Sarah made contact

and our target, Danny Chetowski, also known as Cheat,

turns out he started up a company with three of his buddies -

Excelsior Intelligence.

- This your first time, being a handler?

- Oh, my God, is it that obvious?

Mom.

Shelley's pregnant.

- We're not investigating Chetowski for running hookers, are we?

Come on.

- Where do they want these? - Cheat's place.

- Which means they want me to fuck him.

- Sarah, listen, you don't need to do this.

Let me go back to Leni

and we can figure something else out.

Welcome to Cheat's!

Party time!

- You're endangering my agent by not giving me the full facts.

I don't know if I wanna do this.

What are you doing?

Grace, listen to me. I'm at Cheat's.

Everything's fucked.

Ripped By mstoll

Oh, God.

Yeah.

About fucking time. We got one inside.

- Get down! Face down! - No. No.

- Ma'am, drop the weapon. - Listen to me. I'm on the job.

- Drop your weapon. Drop it now.

- It's my service revolver. - Drop the weapon.

- Drop it now. Face down. - That's my... I'm FBI.

All right. I'm FBI. My back pocket. Check it. Now!

Slowly.

- She's FBI. - Shit.

- Why are you pulling me in? I need to be out there.

- What you need is a refresher on the words "covert-operation".

What the hell were you doing flashing your ID?

Trying not to get shot.

- A neighbor saw Grace with a gun, called in a possible B&E.

She had to identify herself. - Not as FBI, she didn't.

You use your SFPD badge until we know what the hell we're dealing with here.

Okay, what do we know?

- Sarah left a message, and she was in trouble.

- Why? - Well, I don't know. She didn't say.

When I got there, the front door was open.

Inside, Cheat's dead in the living room.

There's three bullet holes in the wall, no Sarah.

Outside, I find her shoe on the street, her car's abandoned.

Door open, engine running, window smashed,

blood inside the car.

Sarah's gone.

And we need to make sure that every available unit is out there looking for her.

- Play me the voicemail. - What?

Play me her goddamn voicemail.

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

Everything's fucked!

They're after me, Grace. They're after me.

Leave me alone!

She never said she was made.

So?

- So if someone has her, we can't risk blowing her cover

by bringing the whole SFPD inside on this.

Sarah is one of theirs.

How long before a local cop recognizes her

and word leaks the missing woman is a UC?

- Okay, so how do we find her without outing her?

Lee.

I reached out to SFPD brass.

They're already working this as a priority,

but strictly as a civilian abduction until we say otherwise.

Detective Matt Lee here will be our confidential liaison with SFPD.

Whatever we need from them, we get through him.

We control the flow of information.

We protect Sarah's identity.

- So what are we hearing on cause of death?

Chetowski?

So far, prelims look like an OD.

So Cheat OD's and Sarah's taken.

How do those two even connect?

Everything Sarah's bugs recorded at Chetowski's apartment.

You wanna find Sarah? Figure out what happened in there.

All right.

Leni?

Yeah?

- We're only getting feeds from three of Sarah's bugs.

So, either one was a dud-

- Or she didn't get a chance to finish placing them.

- Either way, we need our people in and those bugs out,

before SFPD finds them.

All right. Coordinate with Lee.

- You know, I could be more help to you if you told me

what this task force is investigating.

What are you talking about?

Target dead, agent missing.

Yet you're determined to keep this task force going.

Why?

- I'm protecting my agent. - Oh, come on, Elliot.

This is me.

What is really going on here?

- Leni, I am juggling a million headaches right now.

Don't be one of them.

I'll get on those bugs.

- Do me a favor and just don't burn my meat this time, asshole.

- Don't burn your meat? - Hey, don't disrespect the man's meat.

That's my job. - Hi, sweetheart.

Oh, come on. Take it easy.

- Beer's in the cooler, help yourself. - Okay.

- Did you check on Kyle? - Yeah, I got it.

- He's sleeping. - Spud?

How many beers have you had? - I've had two.

- Are you smashed? It's a kids' party.

- Save some beer for Cheat, guys, just in case.

- When's the last time Cheat showed up for anything?

- This isn't your thing either, but you came.

It's 'cause I'm awesome.

- Oh, that's sweet. - Goddamn Cheat, man,

I swear, I got more gray hairs on my balls every morning.

- Hey... offside, man! - What about your geriatric balls?

- No, I'm saying, here I am getting old,

and he's partying with 20-year-olds. I don't know how he does it.

- Coke for brains and cock for...

Hey, hey. Language.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart. - Yeah, come on.

- Excuse me. Let's talk about something else.

The place is just cleaning up gorgeously.

That yard really looks great.

- I'm gonna repaint that fence next weekend.

You guys up for it?

- Don't we, uh... don't we have that thing next week, Spud?

- That thing... next week? - Yeah, we have a thing.

- I think we have a thing next week. - Oh, you have a thing?

- Yeah. - You guys have a thing.

Here's your meat, lazy motherfuckers. - Whoa, whoa!

Pick it up, eat it. Put it in your mouth.

Why would you waste...?

- This is a waste of a perfectly good wiener.

- Put it in your... - You reckon this a kids' party?

- Get it in. Come on. - Hey. Ray.

- My language? - Ray? Hey, Ray.

- Huh? - Ray.

What?

All right, take it easy. I got this.

- Just gonna play with the kids. - Okay.

- Spud, grab me a hotdog. - Which one do you want?

- That one right there. - This one?

There you go, friend.

Cheat's dead.

That's not funny, man.

How?

- When, Ray? - Last night sometime.

The cop said it could be an overdose.

He wants to talk to each of us.

Fucking overdose.

- I'm supposed to meet with the Hollinger people tomorrow.

I think I'll push it back.

Makes sense.

We're gonna have a lot of food leftover here,

if you wanna take some, whatever?

Yeah.

- I was really on his ass last couple of days, huh?

- Yeah, we all were. He earned it.

You know, Ray, let's not do that thing where we make saints out of the dead.

Cheat was Cheat. That's good enough.

- You're right. I know it.

- What kind of questions did he ask you?

Ah, the usual.

Were we with Cheat last night? Do we know who he parties with?

Mm.

- The cops said that we were the closest they could find to a next of kin.

How sad is that?

- He actually has a foster sister in, um...

Hell, I think it's Delaware.

She sends him Christmas cards each year of her kids.

I'll get Spud to see if he can find an address.

What?

What is it?

- Well, I never even knew he had a sister.

But you always were better at getting people to talk.

- Well, I actually find that you kind of have to give a shit.

Wow, man... - Makes you think, though, right?

I mean, you spend four years in the sandbox fighting beside somebody.

What do you really learn about him?

Everything.

Hey, you're up.

And, uh... they, uh... they want someone to ID the body.

I'll do it.

You guys be with your families.

The first bug goes live...

Techno, at his age? I already hate this guy.

We're trying to take the music out of the track,

but this is all we have for now.

Then... sex starts at 10:54.

We sent her in here to gain his trust and try and distract him.

- She could have thought of other ways.

- Yeah, have you ever been undercover?

What's next?

A fight at 10:58.

It starts going to shit.

Next we have our first scream.