Rogue

Ethan: Previously on rogue...

Got anything to drink?

You're not staying.

I missed you.

I may be dealing with a dirty cop.

He's an old man.

This is clea annou's personnel file.

Figure out which side of the line she's on.

Mia: Is everything all right?

Hi. I'm Amber.

I want my money. Fifteen million.

If you go near them again,

I'll slice your fucking head off. You got me?

I have a lot of people... My people are good.

You cross me and those kids will end up dead.

- Do you sell this? - It's a special order.

Do you have a record of the buyer?

Clea: I found Jameson's apartment.

Bethany: What's that, like, for an 8-year-old?

You sick motherfucker.

Hey, can you bag this for me?

Yo.

Ah, yeah.

Hey.

- What you got there? - It's a little business

I just acquired.

- Oh, yeah? - I always thought

being a kosher butcher would suit me.

Ah...

- Shechita. - God bless you.

Kippelman: No, it means, uh,

the slaughtering of certain mammals

and birds for food according to Jewish dietary law.

Mmm.

A kosher death is a humane death.

Bleeds out quickly.

A cow knows when its time has come.

They can sense it

and in that moment, we're all seeking the same thing.

Shalom...

Peace.

Now, assuming that you're not in the mood for a lecture,

as interesting as it is.

I need to get my hands on some cash, ira. My cash.

But your cash is all tied up right now.

- How much do you need? - Half a mil.

Okay... because, you know, I have a soft spot for you.

Why? I don't know.

But you did set aside the 100 for improvements on the bar,

I'll front you that and I'll kick in the rest.

Great. What's the juice?

"Juice," he says?

I'm not some nickel-and-dime loan shark, I'm a businessman.

Four hundred large

at 11%.

That spot doesn't feel so soft.

It could have been 18%.

A Jew,

he comes to me asking for $5,000,

maybe $6,000, you'd think that this guy

was asking for the world

and you, my friend,

you don't even blink for half a mil.

Ethan: Thank you.

Oh! I want to put the bar back on the market.

Oh, but you just bought it.

I need the money.

That joint was on the market for eight months,

it ain't gonna be a quick sale.

I'll take the hit. I'll get back some day.

Is this for the mashugana cop?

No, no, no. It's a girl.

You been in town less than a month

and there's already girl troubles?

This girl's been following me a lot longer.

- Boychik, do me a favor? - Mmm. What's that?

Next time,

keep driving to Portland.

Thank you, my friend.

How do they look?

I like that last one.

They're not for you to like.

They're to slap into a passport.

You can still look hot for your passport.

I don't wanna look hot.

I wanna look average.

Well, I'm sorry, babe, you're fucked,

'cause that ain't gonna happen.

Who d'you wanna be?

Mmm... uh, I can be anyone?

Mmm-hmm.

That's the beauty in starting over.

Well, I don't care who I am,

as long as I'm with you.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Ah!

I gotta go.

Are you kidding?

You're leaving me blue-balled here?

I gotta go get our money.

After that we're gone.

Where?

Anywhere we damn well please.

Why don't you think about that?

Patrick: Come on, you son-of-a-bitch.

Where the fuck are you?

What the fuck is this?

It's all I could get my hands on.

You think this is a joke?

How long do you really think you have,

before they catch up with you? Take the money. Disappear.

This isn't about how much time I have.

This is about you paying what you owe.

That's all you're gonna get.

You think I'm fucking around here?

Anything happens to those kids...

It's on you.

Fuck.

Hey, ira, it's me.

If you're looking for more gelt,

it's not gonna happen.

Ethan: I don't need any more money.

I need the boys stationed outside a house in Richmond.

All the way out in Richmond? I can do that but...

I'll pay the going rate. You hear me?

With what?

Ethan: Just put it on my tab.

Look, ira,

I'm asking for your help, please.

Because it's you, boychik.

That them?

That's them.

So what do we do now?

Now we watch.

Little Evie told me a joke, you wanna hear it?

Is it funny?

For a 6-year-old.

Go on then.

What kind of bee makes milk?

I don't know, what kind of bee makes milk.

A boob-bee.

That's pretty funny.

Ethan: I went to her dad's restaurant yesterday

and spoke with her and, uh, my gut says that

she's on the right side of the line.

So maybe she's looking into oaks herself,

that's why she took the files.

We should approach her, see if she can be useful.

What?

I'm basically a ci, right?

I mean, I'm providing you with information to build a case.

But?

But I've no legal standing.

- Where's this going? - I want a ci agreement.

Look, oaks ripped off a drug dealer

for $200,000 yesterday. I was his wing man.

Jesus.

You asked me to stay close to him, so I did.

Oh, so, now you're doing me a favor?

You came to me!

Regan, I'm not going to jail.

- I know what you're doing. - What?

Whatever this prick has on you, you think

- a ci agreement gets you off? - Doesn't it?

I knew it!

Well?

Help us secure a prosecution, then it would be up to the da.

Okay. What's the usual play?

Usually, providing they furnish us

with useful, actionable intel,

the da has no interest in prosecuting an active ci.

- Mmm. - But then you already

knew that before you asked.

- Mmm. Yeah. - This is not a free pass.

The thought never crossed my mind.

Of course it didn't.

Oaks gave me $20,000 yesterday.

I don't want it. Put it into evidence.

At least I know you're on the straight and narrow.

It's not that, the money could be marked.

After oaks ripped off this drug dealer,

he said he had to pay taxes on the take.

I think he's kicking up to somebody.

The question is who.

Well, lucky for you,

you have a highly motivated ci working with you.

Ah!

- Yeah? - Some guy just broke

into oaks' house.

I'll be right there.

Fuck you, Kelly.

Who the fuck is clea annou?

He still in there?

Yep.

License and registration.

Sure.

You're the guy who came into my restaurant last night.

Clea, right?

I was gonna come to see you later.