Rogue

So, where were we?

Previously on Rogue.

Listen to me, Ethan, don't go anywhere near her apartment.

She's setting you up.

One of you guys is gonna tell me what the fuck is going on.

I am Marty Stein.

I'm a lawyer.

I know who you are.

Yay! Then we're halfway there.

What do you want?

For now, I want my fucking name back.

You okay?

Goodbye, Marty. What?

Betsy, I just, I said I was sorry. You're right!

Bitching and moaning isn't going to do either one of us any good.

I have the flash drive.

We should talk.

Oh, we're gonna talk, Marty.

We're gonna talk.

I have a pulse!

Go get me a coffee, Marty.

So, I guess we're even now, huh?

Did you hire someone to try to kill me?

Straight to the point. That's right.

No. Hmm.

Why would I do that?

Tilda Switzer said that you hired the Russians.

Tilda Switzer is a lying fucking bitch.

Yeah? Set me straight then, Marty.

Set me straight.

What?

I admit, I may, in a manner of speaking, gotten the ball rolling.

On Mia?

Mia, Mia, Mia, Mia

was behind the short selling of the mine, which means what,

which means she had access to the auditor's report.

She read the auditor's report.

The auditor who's plane crashed mysteriously?

Well, I prefer "tragically", but whatever.

Was Mia just a tragic loose end?

Mia short selling the stock was gonna scupper the entire deal.

And let me tell you something, it was a big fucking deal.

The Russians wanted her out.

The Russians put a hit out on her

against my knowledge. Why would I want her dead?

I wanted to know what she knew.

I wanted to know how she got her information.

So I hire Greg Barrett to find out.

He came back with a very interesting little story. Hmm.

About a magic flash drive,

that had the ability to get inside the NSA database.

Which means what? Which means they have access to every individual,

every company, worldwide.

Sounds ridiculous. Ridiculous, right? That's what I thought.

Until I had Mia taken for a little test drive the other day

before you heroically came and rescued her.

So, you had Barrett hire me. I knew you'd find the girl.

You put me in the line of fire, Marty.

What? Unintentionally.

Unintentionally? Yeah.

Think about it, what was I doing,

you were starting a new business, right?

I was throwing you work, I was throwing you a bone.

I didn't know this was gonna turn into a giant fucking clusterfuck.

Why didn't you fucking call me?

Why didn't you give me a heads up?

I'll tell you why, cause you're a fucking piece of shit.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I appreciate there may be a little bad blood between us.

A little bit of bad blood, just a little bit.

Let me tell you something. Hmm.

You stick with this girl and you're gonna wind up dead.

You're gonna wind up dead.

All of a sudden you're concerned with my wellbeing, huh?

You're un-fucking believable, Marty.

What do you know about her? You're a fucking worm.

What do you actually know about her? You know what?

You wanna talk business. Let's talk business.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

Okay. Just business. Yeah.

All right.

You've got Mia, I've got the drive.

Lets put the two together. Mmm-hmm.

You get money. Yeah.

And I get what I want. Which is?

My name.

And the drive.

We figure out how this thing works.

We set a new password. Okay.

Now, we don't need her, we get rid of her. And then, it's you and me,

on top of the fucking ziggurat, where we belong.

I'm the devil you know, Ethan.

Like it or not. Yeah.

This is not me.

What the fuck? What are you doing here?

Get... Jesus!

Marty. What?

You have not been returning our calls.

I've been a little bit busy, Alexei,

if you don't mind.

Mr. Kelly.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

No, but I know you.

I've been watching you on home videos.

Is that right? At the slaughterhouse.

It is quite a daring rescue you made.

You think I have never been shot in the guts before?

I'm not aiming at your guts.

Neither am I.

You made promise to us. Now you are ducking our calls.

This is very concerning.

I'm not ducking anything. No one's ducking anything.

And I don't appreciate you just dropping in on me like this.

I'm a little busy, Alexei.

I will talk to you when I'm good and fucking ready.

Or you can talk to us now.

I'm calling Bershov.

Jesus!

Bershov wants to keep you alive for now.

But there is a tax on this.

Did he fail to mention that?

Let us talk terms.

Okay, let's talk terms.

Go fuck yourself.

The tax is half million a week.

Um... A, no.

And B, addendum, Get the fuck out of my bar.

Fuck off me, get the fuck off me.

Uh-uh. Hey.

Back up, now.

You shoot him, I shoot you. Is that what we want?

No.

You know your men have been dropping like flies lately.

Can you afford to lose another one?

Okay.

So what do we do here?

How much does Marty owe you?

I don't owe him shit. Shut the fuck up.

The price is the price.

But I tell you what, I'll make you a deal.

Same price to keep you both alive.

Minus the phone.

You have 48 hours.

That's a lot of money in a very short amount of time.

You're clever boys.

You will find a way.

Okay, Marty.

What's your deal with Bershov?

Bershov was tying to tie up the loose ends on the deal.

And then, I find out that Barrett was killed,

and I figured, I'm not stupid, I'm next.

So I go into hiding, I figure out my next move

and I go to Bershov, with a new offer.

The drive. The drive.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm gonna call you later today with my decision.

You're in this as much as I am, you know that.

Get yourself a new phone.

Anna Drubeskaya.

That's her name.

For such a tiny person, you step like a fucking elephant.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

How you feeling?

Like I slept in a ditch.

It was more of a gully than a ditch.

You look like you've been, uh, sleeping in some gullies yourself.

Lowry was here.

He wasn't his usual warm self.

Oh?

You know anything about that?

Some people have a weird way of showing concern.

Mmm-hmm.

I told him.

You told him what?

What do you think?

Jesus. I'm sorry.

Why would you... You were missing.

I thought it had something to do with it. Who else knows?

I don't know. You'd have to ask Lowry.

You called my Lieutenant?

No, I didn't call your lieutenant.

What about the mayor? Does he know?

Did you go to the home, did you tell my mom? Did you tell her

that your son who you don't remember is now also a dirty cop?

What did you say to Marty?

I told him about Greg Barrett,

and I told him about Ethan. I told him what you told me to tell him.

How'd he react?

Like he always does, he said thank you very much

and he kicked my ass out of there.

Why didn't you call me after you left?

I was going to, but I wanted a bite to eat, I got hungry.

And then what?

Then I get outside and this motherfucker

hits me over the head, throws me in a car and takes me out to the woods.

Why did he take you? I don't know.

Do you think I'm lying?