Rogue

Previously on Rogue...

- The money's gone. - Holy shit.

They found the money.

It's only a matter of time before they know everything.

Kendra was Massoud tying up loose ends.

- What next? - That money is flagged.

This guy, Ray Williams,

he's been feeding them information from the Treasury

about where Cheat's money is showing up.

You killed him? You killed Cheat?

Spud!

- You kissed Billy? - Is that what he told you?

- Oh, my God! You did! - No.

- What? You can't get any men of your own? - Just... listen to me.

Stop it!

Ethan gave money to the families

of two of the soldiers who died in the Chinook crash.

Can your contact at the Pentagon get us a manifest of the flight?

We can talk to the other families.

Oh, I think I'm owed some kind of explanation.

- About what? - Stealing Chetowski's money.

Faking your own death.

I'm done listening to you.

Well, good luck, Ray.

I'm sure you'll do just fine on your own.

* 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 *

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Now we have Ray there on 12 and Spud at the six.

- Now are we all clear? - Yeah.

As a fucking bell.

- Let's do it. - Let's start getting geared up. Let's go.

Are you okay, buddy?

Yeah, yeah. Of course, man.

I just...

I um...

I didn't wanna tell you guys until she was three months.

- What? - Connie's pregnant.

- Oh, man, come here. - Holy goddamn.

- Sure it's yours? - Hey, shut the fuck up, asshole.

I'm just messin' with you. Hey, get a glass.

- Cheers. - You and Connie.

You're pulling out, aren't you?

I'm gonna be a father, guys.

I gotta... you know.

I gotta be responsible.

Spud, man, come on. This is being responsible.

I'm doing this for Alice and April, to give them a future.

Look, you do this,

you'll never have to worry any more.

None of us do.

This fuckin' money, man...

We're gonna live the good life.

Guys, we can't tell him what to do.

Alright, let's roll.

Stay focused and follow the plan.

Guys, I've been... I've been thinking...

- Maybe Spud's right. - What?

Maybe this is a bad idea.

- No, I'm just fucking with you. - Motherfucker!

Let's go get rich, boys!

Ray, lead us some prayer.

God, keep us safe at this time

and grant us a safe and speedy return home to our families. Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

Wait.

- I'm coming with you, man. -

Yeah, you are. You little munchkin.

You motherfucker.

Fucker!

Fuck...

This was all your fault.

- Right from the start. - Fuck you, Ray.

Come on, Eth.

We didn't have to kill them. We could have walked away.

I was protecting us and you know it.

Protecting us?

We were fucked when you fired the first shot.

And we've been fucked ever since.

Ahh! Uh!

I want everything labeled and packed,

every document, every computer, every plant and humidifier. Go.

Be careful with those.

Shit!

Do what you can.

Fuck!

Where is he?

- Ray's not here, Ethan. - What about Donna? Where's she at?

She went out.

Where's the money, Connie? Where... where did they hide it?

I thought that you guys gave that back.

- How long has she been gone for? - A little while.

Wait.

Is this about what Spud did?

Is this about Spud?

You really want to know what happened to Spud?

Ask Ray.

Wait, what? What does that even mean?

Ethan!

Evie. Honey, are you up here?

Hey.

I'm going to get dad.

- Evie... - No, I want a witness.

Listen,

I should never have hit you.

Take you two days to figure that out?

Look, I know you're upset, sweetie.

You don't know anything. You were at work.

- Like always. - I know.

I'm sorry.

- If you were sorry, you'd have been here. - I should have been.

I made a mistake.

I got my priorities wrong.

- Understatement of the fucking century. - Hey.

I'm here.

You know, sometimes I think the only way

I could get your attention is to die.

That's not fair.

Isn't it?

I'm going to school.

Evie...

Sorry, I just have to make sure you're on the list.

It's no problem.

I've picked them up before when Ray had to work, so...

Again, my condolences.

Yeah, well, it's been quite a shock to all of us. I appreciate it.

Maggie. Could you bring Alice and April Williams to reception, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

How's the recovery coming?

Touch and go.

I think you need to take a look at this.

We've been piecing this together

from some of the shredded material we found.

I pulled this off of APP.

Notice anything strange?

- It's been doctored. - Yeah.

- So who's the guy underneath? - I don't know.

But the guy in the middle, he looks like our man of mystery,

Hakim Shah Massoud.

Mid-level opium trafficker out of Pakistan.

Controls most of Mingora and a few outposts.

This is great. Dig up everything you can on this guy.

Then get on to Langley.

See if we can put him in a room together with our boys

sometime in the last five years.

Maggie.

- Have you seen Alice? - Oh, I thought she left with her sister.

- What? - She left with her sister 20 minutes ago.

Their uncle came to get them.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

- Hello. - Ethan.

Ethan, where are my girls?

They're fine. Alice, don't... don't drip it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. ***

I don't know what's going on with you and Ray,

- but... - Donna, don't play games with me.

Where is he?

- - Where is he?

I'm sorry, Ethan.

He called me, he told me I had to get the money.

- He tried to kill me. - Ethan, please.

Meet me at Ridley Park in 30 minutes.

We'll have ourselves a little trade.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Not yet, you're not.

You guys have fun?

Give me a hug. Come here.

It was great to see you. Alright.

- Hey. - Mommy.

- Did you have fun with your Uncle Ethan? - We had hot dogs.

Go get in the car.

- This is all Ray's fault. - Bullshit.

- You took my kids. - It didn't have to be this way, Donna.

Stay in the fucking car.

What are you doing, man?

- You just went right into him. - Yeah, yeah. Sure, yeah.

Sorry, you know I was texting. Stupid, I know. But thank you.

We're good. Thank you.

- I'll call an ambulance. - No, no, no. It's alright. It's alright.

Really got to stop that bleeding.

- Get the fuck off me. - Fucking open it.

Open it.

Rather not involve the insurance company.

Uh, yeah, yeah, maybe.

I mean, the damage seems about even.

- Say we 50-50 split? - Fuck off.