Rogue

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- What? - It's not working...

- Just give me a sec. - Shit, here comes the guard.

- Security guard? - Yep.

Plan B, two minutes tops.

Hey, I got this.

Welcome to Carolina's, sir.

Hey pal, my card's not working and

I've got to get upstairs to get some cost reports ready for tomorrow morning.

ID.

You're OK.

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Perfect.

Here.

Thanks for your help, pal!

Here you go sweety.

Bring me another.

Rough day?

You have no idea the jerk-offs I have to deal with.

Story of my life.

You're new here, right?

First week.

Why don't ya have one with me?

You're beautiful, you know that?

Let's get outta here.

I'll get fired.

I'll give you a job.

What do you do?

Data collection.

Sounds thrilling.

I should get back to work.

Good night guys.

Aw!

- Don't pull this shit on me! - Listen, I'm paying your ass!

- You're too wired! - Hey, what's goin' on?

We're OK.

It's nothin'.

- Yeah, you alright? - Back off honey!

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

OK. I'm sorry, OK. I'll behave...

I promise.

Come on. Let's just get outta here.

- I made contact. - OK.

He paid for his bill with a company card, "Excelsior Intelligence".

And what's he like?

He's a piece of work...

One minute he's doing his whole boyish charming thing

and the next he's got his hands around some girl's neck.

Anything on the trafficking?

This guy's not running hookers, he's using them.

Go on.

Well most of the men in that place are screwing hookers,

but Cheat's not supplying them.

So if he's not, then why are we even investigating him?

Sarah, honey, I know what you know.

- You OK? - Yeah.

This...

This is a $20 club sandwich.

- What? - You believe that? Twenty bucks.

- You want half? - Hell yeah!

That's ten bucks.

- Serious. - OK, here we go.

All right.

Mmmh.

Alright. I get it.

- Am I right? - This is so good!

Did you pay for it?

Job's gotta have some perks, right?

Yeah.

This your first time?

Being a handler?

Oh my God, is it that obvious?

No.

You're doin' good.

You know it's nice having a female handler.

At least I know you're not trying to fuck me, right?

Yeah. I have been there.

Boy.

You married?

Uh-huh.

Kids?

- Two. - Damn!

How do you keep it goin'?

I mean you, you look like you even got your shit together, so that's great.

You ever think about goin' back under?

No.

Grace, you gotta tell me.

Tell you what?

What's really goin' on here?

- Hello, sir! - Hi!

Hi, Don.

Miss Michelle.

There he is. Ray?

You gonna watch this?

Blake Silver.

- Excuse me? - Your VP of sales, he's your first problem.

And you are?

He's not happy.

It could either be the falling price of your stock options or...

maybe he thinks he should be Senior VP by now.

Either way...

every Friday night he blows off steam at a place called Caroline's.

He parks with the valet.

Spends a few hundred on drinks, a few thousand on strippers.

Mostly on a blonde by the name of Candy.

Candy's got this dazzling white smile and a BA in biology from Santa Cruz.

And while Blake's in the VIP room...

MRP...

Your competitors, Mr. Milton.

They're paying off the valets.

And taking photographs of your R and D files.

Here, take a look.

We did it ourselves just to show you how easy it is.

Johnny, can I have what he's having please? Thank you.

- Think he's gonna bite? - Oh,

Phillip Durden. Well, he's your night security watchman.

He spends about 6-8 minutes patrolling your premises and

6-8 hours trolling for porn.

You see, Phil is getting off...

but your competitors, well... they're getting in.

Who are you?

Ethan Kelly. Here's my card.

You like this place? This club?

We do all the security for it. Vetted their employees...

It's just one of the many things that we do.

We like to look after people.

People like yourself.

That Mickey Mouse security team that you have on retainer...

they got lazy.

You're leaking like a sieve.

You hire my company and we'll plug those holes.

Thanks for the drink.

Come on.

I knew this would work!

- Hey, Tommy. - Good mornin', ma'am.

- Hey! - Hey.

So, Sarah made contact...

and our target, Danny Chechowski,

also known as, Cheat,

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

some kind of corporate security, "Excelsior Intelligence".

The other partners, Ethan Kelly,

this guy Ray Williams, and

Brian Cacelle, AKA Spud.

So these guys all served in Afghanistan, seven years,

- multiple deployments. - Is that where they met?

Uh, they were never in the same unit...

So this guy Cacelle, he's got...

a wife and a baby.

Ray Williams, two daughters.

Ethan Kelly, like Chechowski, never married.

So for the last four years, tax returns have them employed

- at a company called, Blue Vine. - Private security?

Well we don't know yet, but...

yeah, it's a possibility. Or...

Blue Vine is a cover for a drugs ring.

I mean these guys spent the last four years, in and out of the country

on extended visits to the Middle East

Islamabad, Dubai. Then twelve months ago

they come home for good...

via Amsterdam.

This is good work.

- Is that it? - You want a gold star?

Sarah's not happy.

I'm sorry to hear that.

She thinks she's being lied to.

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

Come on.

If you're endangering my agent by not giving me the full facts,

I don't know if I want to do this.

Grace, I want you to get Sarah into Cheat's apartment.

We need it bugged.

Sarah's not happy? You're her handler.

Handle her.

And I have to report to her?

- I think it's dead. - And she looks like this fuckin'

Fox News reject. You know?

- No really! It's not funny. - No, it's not... I'm not laughing.

She's just this bureaucrat.

She's a bureaucrat and, and

she's going to tell me how to do my job? From behind her desk?

How long is this assignment going to go on for, right? You'll get through it!

- This friend of mine... - The barista?

Yeah, the barista.

She posts online making fun of her boss...

This-a, chicken, by the way, really good. Very tender.

- It's cause his breath stinks! - Halitosis, but that's disgusting!

Yes. But she totally forgets...

- and she just friended him online the week before. - Oh, boy!

So he reads the post, next thing he comes in,

walks right up to her and he just like...

- You're fired! - That is disgusting.

What?

- Nothing! - Nothing.

I saw that...

- What's going on? - What?

What are you two conspiring about?

- Nothing... - It's nothing really! Nothing.

- No, tell me! - It's nothing, it's just some...