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Previously on Rogue...

This is my mom, Harper.

She was in the state hospital.

Marty says, "Fuck that." Next day, she is in this private joint,

round-the-clock nurses.

All I had to do was keep him informed about the Kings.

That's the real leader of the 13th Street Kings.

Marty Stein.

Marty Stein is using the Kings

to steal US military weapons en route to Chicago PD.

It's small arms warfare from here to eternity, and I want in on that fun.

So, you're running guns into a holy war, is that it?

I want those guns back. And I can't get 'em without you.

I just want my...

Ahhh!

Let me see your fucking hands!

But there is something I can get you,

something you cannot get for yourself,

- someth... - And what's that?

A United States senator.

So, what're you gonna do with the money I gave you?

Maybe getting back into the intelligence business.

Maybe you'd be my first client.

We need you to tell Marlon you know where Leo's hiding out.

- I do? - We're gonna give you an address

where we'll be waiting.

- DEA! - Drop your weapon.

Drop your fucking weapon.

Who ordered the hit on Leo?

Marlon Dinard.

- We can stop this right now. - It's too fucking late.

- Where is he? - Fuck you!

Where...

Somebody killed Talia.

Your client was found at the crime scene, holding the body of the victim.

The defendant will be held without bail.

...family. What the fuck is wrong with you!

The fuck do you know about family?

Oh, my God.

Your lawyer, Marty Stein, is exactly what I need to talk to you about.

Listen.

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Libby?

You know who I am.

You've been trying to find me for a week.

Well, it appears I've found you.

Actually, I found you.

- Okay. - What do you want?

Me? Nothing.

- Let me... - I wouldn't.

Go ahead. Test me.

I was just gonna give you my card.

My name is Ethan Kelly.

Burns Wagner send you?

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

So, what are you? CIA?

FBI?

Greg Barrett hired me to find you, Libby.

Greg Barrett?

Fuck me.

You're from the NSA, right?

Mom! Mom!

Whoa, hey!

Get off the fucking bike!

Get off the bike! Back up, back the fuck up!

What do you want from me, Bernie?

How could I know it's gonna rain for 20 days in Malaysia?

How could I know that?

- Yeah, okay, okay. - Sir?

Sir, you can't go in there.

On my mother's eyes, Bernie. How long have we known each other?

So what? You're gonna come...

No... Jesus!

- I just got fucking shot at, Greg. - Hey! Okay.

Now, who is Libby Hendricks, really?

- And don't fucking lie to me. - I'm not lying to you!

You're not fucking lying to me?

- She's not some ex-girlfriend, is she? - Okay, I lied to you.

But I had a good reason I couldn't tell you the truth.

I'm listening.

Do you know what a margin call is?

Of course I know what a margin call is.

Okay, well, I'm in the hole a lot of money,

and I don't get it back, I'm done, I'm finished.

Who is Libby Hendricks? You're not answering my question.

- You're not answering my fucking... - She was my golden goose.

- Go on. - She had this flash drive, had an algorithm on it.

Back door to Burns Wagner, nobody knew about it, no one could trace it.

Who is Burns Wagner?

They're a consultancy firm.

Their biggest client, their only client, is the NSA.

So, she had the keys to the whole fucking world. In real time.

She could read emails, text messages, phone calls, anything.

What did it look like?

It was silver. Tiny.

Size of nothing. You could fit it into a laptop...

Boom. I could do no wrong.

And you were using it for insider trading, is that right?

She had secret information, I traded on it. We made a lot of money.

So, what's the problem, Greg?

Well, I spent a lot more.

I thought the good times would never end.

Now I'm in the hole, bitch disappeared. She cleared me out.

She played you.

Let me ask you a question. How were you gonna pay me?

I have some personal funds.

Do you?

Well, guess what? Now it's double.

And I want $25,000, and I want it right now.

- How am I gonna get 25... - I know you've got some get out of town cash,

and I want it right now, Greg.

There's 20.

Security contract at this firm is up for renewal.

Must be worth of couple million dollars.

That's why you're doing this, right? Help with your startup?

You do this for me,

you find Libby, you find that flash drive before anyone else does,

and I'll get you that contract. Guaranteed.

I'll see what I can do, Greg.

I first met Talia when she was 11 years old.

She was sitting on the steps outside the courthouse,

flipping a quarter.

I said to her,

"If you can make that come up heads, I will give you a dollar."

She said, "Make it five, and you got a deal."

Before the afternoon was over,

she had 60 of my hard-earned dollars in her pocket

and an ice cream sundae in her belly.

That was Talia.

She knew what she wanted.

And she usually got it.

- ...and a fucking crook... - Where is he?

...and you stick your fucking nose in everybody's business,

- and you destroy everything. - We can stop this, you know that?

We can stop this right now.

It's too fucking late. He's probably in cuffs right now.

- Where is he? - You're about to join him.

- Where is he? - Fuck you!

Where...

You've had two weeks to think about our offer, Marlon.

We know Marty Stein killed Talia.

You know he killed Talia.

Best case, he pleads down to negligent homicide, does a couple years, tops.

Worst case, he convinces a jury this was all a tragic accident.

And walks.

If you cooperate, we can build a RICO case against him.

He'll get 20, minimum.

It won't hurt your sentencing either, Marlon.

Now, why you're continuing to protect that son of a bitch is beyond me, son.

What goes on between me and Marty is between me and Marty.

Let's raise our glasses.

To Talia Freeman.

You are a beautiful ray of sunshine,

and the world will be a dimmer place without you in it.

Thank you, Marty.

Can I get you something?

What about Marlon?

Do you think you can get him out?

I will do my best. You know that.

- You believe he's innocent, right? - Yes, of course I do.

And I've already made a motion to dismiss the charges.

We have to find out who did this. We have to.

I promise you I will.

I miss her.

- I miss her so... - I know. I know, sweetie.

I know.

Listen to me, Marlon. If anything happens to Marty, when you finish this 20,

I promise they'll have another 20-to-life staring you in the face.

So, you really don't have a choice.

This is America, man.

A man always got a choice.

That son of a bitch has got balls, I'll give him that.

- He'll come around. - Will he?

What if he doesn't?

Maybe we should just pick up Stein

before Marlon's boys execute their own kind of justice.

No way. That prick'll have a jury convinced she slipped on a banana

and hit her head on the TV.

I want Stein behind bars, boss.

Well, find me an eyewitness, a hair follicle,

something that will nail his ass to a wall.

Marty. Come on in.

Hey.

- How are ya? - Good, you?

Well, not so bad, considering.

You want a drink?

Just a taste, if you don't mind.

Wow. Look at this place!

It's not bad, huh?

My, my, my, my, my.

There you go.

Thank you.

Hey.

Congrats, mazel tov on your new business.

Cheers.

- Well, what can I do for you? - Okay, here's the thing.

I would like it very much if you could put Marlon Dinard on your books.

He's in prison, Marty.

I made a motion to dismiss, but if that doesn't work,

I need to show that he's employed full-time in order to make bail.

The Feds shut down his chandelier shop...

He's a murder suspect. I'm not interested in...

He doesn't have to actually work for you, just put him on the books.

And who knows? Maybe he can come in handy for you sometime.

Don't make me beg!

I'm asking you, please, pretty please?

Okay.

- All right. Thank you. - Mmm-hmm.

- Thanks, Ethan. - You got it.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta run.

Hey, Ethan. Keep your nose clean, huh?

How can I help you? May I see your card, please?

I'm sorry, sir. This card is no longer valid for the elevator.

You'll need a new one.

You're going to need to get it reauthorized.

Okay, Jennifer. Let's see what you're made of.

I need a card to get into Burns Wagner.

This is not gonna be easy.

Hmm. I thought you said you were good at this, Jennifer.

I am. Anyone else and it would be impossible.

Good.

Well, once you find Libby, you'll have no trouble getting into

Burns Wagner's personnel files.

Your wish is my command.

Coffee?

Non-fat, two sugars.

I thought you were a diabetic.

Yeah, I know my levels.

Wait.

I didn't tell you I was diabetic.

You don't think I research my prospective employees?

Mmm-hmm. What else do you know about me?

Enough to let you into my home.

Okay. So how long is this trial period gonna last, anyways?

Until you prove yourself. There you go.

Thank you. Here it is... Libby Hendricks.

She must have high clearance. Her records are blocked pretty good.

Find somebody with low clearance. Somebody that's new at the company.

Declan Young. Started at the company two months ago.

And he's not bad-looking either.

Can you get into his email account?

We're talking NSA security here.

- Okay, how about a personal account, Jen? - Um...

Nice. Listed right here on his social media profile.

Can you read it?

Ever since I was a freshman in high school.

And voila.

Are all men dicks? This is the same email to two different women.

- Hold this for a second, will you? - What? I...

Success, Jen. Well done.

No problem. What did I do?

Declan plays basketball at the Y every Tuesday and Thursday after work.

Does this mean I get the job?

We'll see, Jennifer. We'll see.

I need you to sign off on this, too.

Jesus, we gotta talk sometime.

About what? About how you should be in prison?

I can help you, you know,

catch your great white whale.

Marty Stein.

I don't need your help. I don't want your help.

In fact, I don't wanna see your face anymore.

Harper, I'm close to the prick. Let me help.

Here's what you're gonna do, okay?

You are going to resign from this task force.

Yeah? Then what?

I don't care. Go back to CPD, for shit's sake.

Screw with their investigations, not mine. I am done.

I want you out of here.

That's the price for my silence.

So, you ready, Declan?

I was born ready, G. You should get off that phone, move your butt.

I can't create a new ID on such short notice.

Burns Wagner has a pretty air-tight system.

It would take, like, three days to get sufficient covering to forge a new one.

You'll have to wait or use the original.

Maybe he hasn't noticed it's missing yet.

I need you to get into the building entry log,

and I need to find out when Declan comes to work in the morning, please.

Okay.

Declan typically comes into the office around 9:00 AM.

He works on the fifth floor,

but his ID will give you access to the seventh floor, where Libby Hendricks works.

- All right. - What are you looking for, anyway?

Well, anything I can find out on Libby.

As soon as Declan reports this missing, it'll be deactivated.

I don't understand.

I'm not really cut out for these long, drawn out cases.

Things, they move a lot quicker at CPD.

Lieutenant said he'd have me back...

Okay, well, good luck to you.

You tell Correli he owes me 300 bucks.

Finnegan.

Sir?

What aren't you telling me?

Not a thing, sir.

So, everything's cool with you and Deakins?

I'm hunky, she's dory.

Shit.

So, you're leaving me without a CPD detective

because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants?

Never got to that point, sir.

Hey, why...

You be well. Take care. Bye. Be good.

Okay, rookie's buying, right? For everybody.

Rookie's buying, everybody!

No one is available to take your call.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Hey, Jack. It's... It's Harper.

I'm... Yeah, I'm just...

Oh, God, what am I doing? Okay, I'm sorry. Bye.

Talia's autopsy.

Okay.

Blunt force trauma.

DNA from Marlon, that's not surprising.

Two mystery DNA identities.

Arguably, one could be from the aunt, Ruth Freeman.

Nuh-uh. Second mystery DNA was found under Talia Freeman's fingernails.

That's probably from a fight.

Looks like we're gonna need a warrant for Marty Stein's DNA.

Mmm-hmm. I already called Assistant US Attorney Polley.

She's on her way.

How are you?

Hold up.

Do you have anything in your pockets?

Yeah, there you go.

- Have a good one. - You, too.

Morning.

- Thank you, Mr. Young. - Thank you, sir.

I'm in.

Okay.

Libby's office is in the east corridor.

Office number 733.

Shit.

How the hell are you? It's been a while.

- Excuse me? - Oh, come on. Amy Burton, Williams & Mary?

Fuck.

Shelby Murphy was my best friend.

You have to remember Shelby.

You know, everybody remembers Shelby.

Strawberry blond curls, killer rack?

I really don't. I'm sorry, I have to go.

Yeah.

- Yeah? - Declan's on his way in.

Excuse me? What are you doing in my office?

- Ms. Hendricks? - Yes?

You're Libby Hendricks?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I was, uh, expecting a much older woman.

Nick Wells. IT.

You sent someone from your office two weeks ago.

The computer's running fine.

I always put it in my briefcase.

Uh, maybe I left it on my desk. Declan Young. I'm on five.

Looks like you swiped in 20 minutes ago.

I'm standing here, aren't I?

Here, my license.

Jack. Yeah, we've got an unauthorized entry.

Seventh floor.

All right.

Follow me, sir.

Let's go.

Actually, this is the office now.

Will you excuse me one second?

- Yeah. - Declan is in the building.

You know, that's what I figured.

Mmm-hmm, yeah. Okay.

Sorry, they, uh, forgot to close the work order.

Hi.

Come on.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Agent Lowry.

Assistant US Attorney Samantha Polley, this is Agent Deakins.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, hi.

Thanks for coming in.

What's so important?

- Where is he? - You're a loner and a leech,

- and a fucking crook... - Where is he?

...and you stick your fucking nose in everybody's business,

- and you destroy everything... - We can stop this, you know that?

- We can stop this right now. - It's too fucking late.

- He's probably in cuffs right now. - Where is he?

- And you're about to join him. - Where is he?

- Fuck you! - Where...

Who was that?

Marty Stein and Talia Freeman.

Are you saying Marty Stein killed Talia Freeman?

Important enough for you, Counselor?

Well, I knew he was an asshole, but this?

The problem is the warrant for the wire wasn't for Marty. It was for Marlon Dinard.

Why can't anything just be cut and dry?

Look, the tape might exonerate Marlon,

but it's in no way a slam dunk against Marty Stein.

Well, we may not need the audio.

Talia Freeman's autopsy revealed unidentified DNA under her fingernails.

And you want a warrant to take DNA from Marty Stein.

Just so you know, if the tape gets tossed,

the DNA might not be enough.

But he did it.

Since when does that matter in court?

I'll make the call, but it could go either way.

Gonna have to let Marlon Dinard's attorney know

we're dropping the murder charges.

There's some irony, huh?

"Hey, Marty, your client's off the hook, but here's looking at you, kid."

Can you do it without telling him about the tape?

I can.

He won't like it, but I can.

Agents.

I like her.

Mmm-hmm.

Pulled every string I could to get Judge Kaymen to hear our motion to dismiss.

Hmm.

I can always count on you.

Judge Kaymen's a lefty with compassion for brains.

You always got my back, Marty.

What about the conspiracy charge?

I got Jason Williams covered.

That's really good to hear, Marty.

Right, then.

- Hang tight. - Yeah.

You can count on that, man.

Has Senator Richmond called you yet?

Yes. He's been very... What's the word?

- Attentive. - Ah, good. Excellent.

Here's my question. Do you have anyone

in the Metropolitan Correctional facility?

Current tally, 36.

Anyone you can trust?

They're my blood, man. What do you need?

You can close that.

What do you want?

Marty Stein's making a motion to dismiss the conspiracy charges against Marlon.

And the hearing's tomorrow.

You think it could fly?

You better hope not, 'cause then you're of no use to us and the deal's off.

You know you could've just called, right?

Yeah, I wanted to see how they're treating you.

All the comforts of home.

Here.

If it works out and you testify like we agreed, it'll get better.

All right.

This is nice, right, Ma?

Flowers.

Patrick.

Hey, Evelina.

You got a sec?

Sure.

You guys raising the rates again?

I'm afraid that's not it.

Uh, we got a stop payment notice from your mother's benefactor on Monday.

That can't be right.

Okay, uh, give me a couple of days, I'll take care of this.

Your mother's paid up till Friday.

Look, we love Jackie, but if you can't come up with a new method of payment,

we'll have no choice.

- We'll have to ask you to... - What?

You're gonna throw my mother out on the street?

I will take care of this. Jackie stays put.

Am I clear?

I'll hold off billing as long as I can. But no more than a week.

Look, I'm really sorry.

Oh, yes.

What are you doing?

I'm preparing for court.

That? With the hands and the face?

Betsy, what do you want?

You have a visitor.

Well, then why not say, "You have a visitor,"

and not narrate my day. Okay? Thank you.

You have a visitor. I'll bring you your lunch when you're done.

With the visitor. That you have.

Look who it is.

Why would you cut off my mother?

After all I've done for you?

Not even a heads up?

- I can't afford... - I get it, okay? I get it.

You wanna know why I get it? Because I'd be just as upset

to find out that your task force organized a sting

to bring down one of my clients, and you did not tell me.

I'm sorry, excuse me, what?

I didn't know about the sting.

That's great. You didn't know.

You didn't know? Oh, okay. You're excused.

He didn't know!

I'm not on the task force anymore! I'm back at CPD.

Then what good are you to me?

Look, I can still be a help, okay?

I can still be your inside guy there.

- Like you were such a great help before. - Marty, please!

It's my mother!

Do I look like I care about your mother?

That's your exit cue.

Marty Stein.

Thank you for calling.

What is it?

They dropped the charges.

They dropped the murder charges on Marlon.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

No, that is not a good thing.

Why did they drop the charges?

What the fuck is going on here?

What did Marlon tell them?

All rise.

The Seventh Circuit Court of Chicago is in session.

Judge Seth Kaymen presiding.

Good afternoon. Be seated, Counsel.

You are Marlon Dinard?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Dinard, I'm holding a copy of the charges against you

presenting that, "Marlon Dinard did conspire

with known 13th Street gang member Jason Williams

to kill Leo Taylor, a human being."

Do you understand the charges against you?

Yes, sir.

Your Honor, I move to dismiss the conspiracy charges against Mr. Dinard.

I've read your briefs and, based on no new information, motion is dismissed.

Then I request bail, Your Honor.

The State vigorously opposes.

Just the two of you?

Your Honor, the purpose of bail does not include

unfairly punishing the accused before the trial.

We all know the purpose of bail.

As per the Constitution, the purpose of bail is to ensure

the defendant appears at trial while posing no threat to the community.

Marlon Dinard has pulled himself out of poverty, off the street.

No father, got himself an education.

Made himself a successful businessman who gives back to the community

and also cares for his family.

He is not a flight risk,

because Mr. Dinard is solely responsible for the welfare of his elderly aunt,

Ms. Freeman, who also lives in the city.

He has secured full-time employment

with one Ethan W. Kelly as a consultant

in order to assist his elderly aunt.

You've got to be shitting me.

Your Honor, permission to approach.

Coming with, Your Honor.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

It appears that the prime witness for the prosecution, Jason Williams,

has been found dead in his cell in the Metropolitan Correctional facility.

What?

In light of these new circumstances,

I will hear motions regarding dismissals at a later date.

This is bullshit.

In the interim, I see no legal reason to deny bail to Mr. Dinard.

Set at $500,000.

Court dismissed.

You're free to go.

Uh-huh.

I know it was you, Marty.

I know you killed my sister.

Greg, listen to me. If you're holding anything back from me, I swear...

How many times can I say the same thing to you, Ethan?

- I believed her name was Libby Hendricks. - Uh-huh.

I believed it.

Okay.

- Well? - Whoever she is, she's good.

I mean, Greg's saying that he saw ID, credit cards, everything.

Wha... All using the name Libby Hendricks?

- Yep. - Well, if she's not Libby,

let's find out who she really is.

Let me try a reverse image search on what we have.

You want one?

No, thanks. Not my style.

Here we go. Got a hit.

This is her, right?

- Nofrillsgal19. Yeah, that's her. - All right.

Give me a moment. I'll get into her account, see if I can find a name.

Here she is.

Libby Hendricks' real name is Mia Rochlan.

Her real name or the name she's using on this site, Jen?

Uh... Don't know.

Whoever she is, on this site,

- she's claiming to be Mia Rochlan. - Yeah.

She says she has a master's in computer science from Caltech.

Did her undergrad in the Bay Area. No work history.

California girl.

She started something about three weeks ago with a guy named Neil83.

Neil83 is Neil Stolper. Finance guy.

Okay, that's our next target. Where does he work?

Mmm...

Jackson Kale. Big firm. He's a VP.

Neil's a step up from Greg Barrett.

Okay, give me the number to Jackson Kale, please.

It's right there.

We're doing good, huh?

Neil Stolper's office, please.

Yeah, look, I know it's late, but is Neil still in the office?

Uh-huh.

Oh?

Well, do you know when he'll be back?

Uh, no, no message, it's fine. I'll... I'll call back. Thank you.

He's been out sick. Where does he live?

Here we go.

Shit. He sold his house on Aster about a month ago.

According to his credit card records, he's been staying in hotels.

- Where? - Don't know.

He checked out of the Drake two days ago.

He's probably paying cash somewhere.

Okay, look. I need you to pose as Mia and set up a meeting. Understand?

You know, someplace that they met in the past.

Um...

They hooked up at Rosewater about three weeks ago.

That'll do. Let me know when he responds now, all right?

- Yeah, on it, boss. - Oh.

And don't forget to put me on the guest list.

Thanks, Jen.

Stolper messaged Mia that he's upstairs at the club.

- Has Mia replied yet? - No.

Okay, thanks.

Can you keep it out front? That's for you. Thanks.

- Could I get a sparkling water with lime, please? - You bet.

Excuse me, miss?

Can I ask you a question?

What's upstairs?

No hello?

- I'm sorry. Grant. - Ginger.

Pleasure, Ginger. So, what's upstairs?

- What are you looking for? - Well, whatever's upstairs.

- It's a craps game. You play? - Oh, yeah?

I do, I do. Can anyone play?

- Depends. - Oh, yeah?

Are you anyone?

Well, I mean, I'm pretty good, I guess you could say.

Good at what, throwing dice? It's random.

Oh, there's nothing random about money management.

I'm sure you already know that, right, Ginger?

- That I definitely do. - Mmm.

I'll tell you what. You help me get upstairs,

and I'll bankroll you. I'll give you 25%.

You know what? Make it 30% of whatever we win. What do you say, hmm?

We just met.

Well, yeah.

You know, sometimes I get a feeling with people, and I got that with you.

- You're good. - Yeah?

- Come on. - I'm so sorry. Hold on one second.

Go ahead.

Jen, anything from Mia?

No, nothing.

Well, I'm going upstairs to see Neil right now.

Yeah. All right.

- Hey, Mikey, he's with me. - How are you, sir?

- Everything you hoped for? - You bet.

There's my lucky charm!

- Hey! - Someone's happy to see you.

- Hey, gorgeous. - Hey.

What took you so long?

Grant.

- Neil. - Hey, Neil.

One, two, three, four, five.

- Let's start with that. - Chip change, 500.

New shooter, new shooter!

Let's see what you got, Ginger.

Seven, winner!

The eight, pull the eight. Hard six.

Hard six.

- Eight! - Yes!

Jesus Christ, Neil. Where'd you find this woman? She's sensational.

Oh, there's no one like Ginger, baby.

- So, what do you do? - I'm in finance. You?

Finance, huh?

What?

No, it's just funny. I investigate guys like you.

Oh, you do?

Yeah, actually, I'm with the SEC.

Come on.

You know, in fact,

you've been a hard guy to find, Neil.

Stolper, right? That's your last name, Neil Stolper?

- Whoa, whoa... - What?

Who the fuck are you? I didn't do anything.

Oh, no, no, no, no, you're not in trouble. Yet.

But Mia Rochlan? Well, that's a different story.

She's been using your name in illegal trades, Neil.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

Damn it, where the hell are you?

Well, he knew my fucking name, that's what.

No, how fast can you get to my place?

Okay, no, you... Now. You come now.

Excuse me, sir? You got the keys to the Caddy?

- Hello? - Greg, it's Ethan Kelly.

I found her.

She's walking into a townhouse right now.

It's 35 Retta Street.

I'll be there in 20 minutes. Sit tight.

Shit!

Neil. Neil.

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