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Previously on Rogue...

You stick with this girl,

and you're gonna wind up dead.

Mia was behind the short selling of the mine.

She read the auditor's report.

The auditor whose plane crashed mysteriously?

Whatever.

- How you feelin'? - Like I slept in a ditch.

It was more of a gully than a ditch.

I need you to look into something for me, Jen.

Her name's Anna Drubeskaya.

- Marlon. - Famous.

Where's my package?

Yo, 5-0, man. Fucking set me up!

Mr. Dinard,

you're the embodiment of everything that is wrong in this city.

I can't have that around my kid.

The Russians found us, ma'am.

- What do they want? - Half a million dollars.

This is a list of undeclared donations,

violations of almost every campaign finance law on the books.

- What do you have in mind? - I was thinking

that I would be appointed to the District Court of the state of Illinois.

I'll get you your fucking money.

Two seconds ago you didn't have my fucking money.

Two seconds ago I didn't have a fucking gun stuck in my ear!

You already have my money?

No, but actually, you got ours, you fat Russian. Fuck you, you piece of shit!

What I said in that courtroom...

All we need to do is get ready for Ethan Kelly.

Excuse me?

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Found something?

Yeah. Looks like our girl's led quite the exciting little life.

Jesus.

Anna Drubeskaya's connected to at least four murders.

And not charged, not even once?

Keep reading.

Now, wait a minute, this can't be right.

That's what I thought.

She was murdered in Moscow two years ago?

- Allegedly. - What the hell's going on?

I have no idea at all.

Seems a bit surreal.

I got a couple of broken ribs.

There's a pain in the gut every time I breathe.

So, surrealism is the last thing

- I'm feeling right now. - Most men

down-play their injuries so they sound tougher.

Most men are taller than me, but I compensate in other ways.

So what're we thinking?

Um...

I'm gonna talk to Lowry in the morning.

Maybe we can use her to get to Marty.

Here we go again.

Did you see Furnell's press conference?

Sucking up to Stein. Son-of-a-bitch.

It's a rare thing of beauty.

- What is? - Your stubbornness.

I like to think of it as perseverance.

- Are we done here? - Wow, a few weeks back at CPD,

you already forget what actual case work feels like.

I got, uh... Since the thing,

I've got Lily calling me every 15 minutes to see if I've been kidnapped.

Well then, you better get home.

For the record, it's three broken ribs.

Tough guy.

Better believe it.

It's a bad idea?

It's a bad idea.

Ow. It's okay.

- Really? - Yeah. Oh, yeah.

- Tough guy? - Yeah. Tough guy.

Bets. Shit.

Hold on a second!

You're opening doors yourself these days?

Yeah, well, Betsy left me.

Because you left her for dead?

Something like that. Come on in.

Sit down. You want something to eat?

No, no, no. I ate already.

Mind if I?

It's your house.

Mia's not with you?

No.

Why?

Sure you don't want something to eat?

As good as that looks, I'm all right.

- Hearty healthy. - Mmm-hmm.

I thought about your proposition.

- Oh? - I'm in.

We figure out the drive and, uh, we cut her loose.

I think you're making the right decision.

Well, like you said, better the devil I know.

She's not just going to walk away. You know that.

I'm aware of that. Yeah.

What are you gonna do with her?

Why don't you let me deal with that?

God I hate this shit. Betsy made me eat it every morning.

Just so you know, Mia came to me last night

with a little proposition.

- Oh, yeah? - Me, her

and the drive.

"All we need to do is get rid of Ethan Kelly."

That's a direct quote.

What'd you say?

I said, "I'll think about it."

I bet you did.

I'm telling you this so you can watch your back.

No, you're telling me this so I can do your dirty work.

- That, too. - Yeah.

She's bad news, Ethan. We both know that.

I'm gonna tell you something. When we're all done with this,

if you don't get rid of her, I will.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go

cook myself up some bacon and eggs.

- What's good, y'all? - Yeah?

I'm looking for Cook. Y'all know where he at?

Who the fuck are you?

All right. Just tell him the chandelier man is here. All right?

Chandelier man.

- Wait here. - All right.

Come in.

Marlon Dinard.

What's good, Cook?

What are you doing in a dump like this?

- I'm looking for work, homeboy. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - How's your hemming?

Thought you was out the game.

Circumstances change, man.

Oh, yeah? 'Cause I heard it was you that changed.

What do you mean?

I mean, a little birdy told me that you've been running with the Feds.

Nah.

Nah, I... I ain't been running with nobody, man.

Well, Famous got his self eight to ten on account of that "nobody".

Famous?

Famous is a dumb mother... Don't put his shit on me.

Well, Intelligence ain't got nothing to do with it. That boy was set up.

I got hauled in on the same shit he did.

Yeah, then you were hauled out with nothing but a slap on the wrist.

I guess I got a better lawyer, bro.

Uh-huh.

What do you want?

Hear about Judge Parker?

That racist, white-power, hold-the-nigga-down, piece of shit?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I heard karma caught up with that motherfucker.

God damn it!

Did you... What the fuck are you doing with that here?

You still think I'm a snitch?

I think you're insane!

So, what's the going rate for that these days, man?

You know you're not the boss no more?

Yeah, I know that.

'Cause, you know, a nigga gets used to a certain kind of lifestyle...

Cook, look. That ain't gonna be an issue, bro.

Yeah?

Fucker.

You keep that with you.

All right.

And you burn that motherfucking wallet!

Morning.

Where have you been?

What do you mean? I went to go get you milk.

And it took you that long?

I went for a walk.

You know, I woke up, and you weren't here,

- I was worried about you. - Oh, yeah?

Hey, what's going on with you?

- Nothing's going on. - Really?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about.

So he told you?

What's that?

Marty.

He told you about me.

My real name is Anna Drubeskaya.

That's what you talked to Jen about, right?

That's why you had her do a background check on me?

You know, everything that you read, it's bullshit!

That's what they do, it's how they discredit you.

That's what who does?

The Russian government.

Hmm.

My parents were anti-government activists.

They firebombed my house when I was five.

So we fled to America.

And when they died, I decided to go back and finish what they started.

But you can't beat these people.

You can't win.

So, one day, I woke up and realized what the world was.

And I decided to take back what was mine.

They fake your death, too?

No.

I did that.

I wanted to start over.

Haven't you ever wanted to just disappear,

just run away from all the bullshit in your life?

Mia... Or Anna.

Whatever you've done in your life,

I guarantee you, I've done worse.

You know, for a long time, I was trying to

hide from it, lie about it,

but I've moved past that now.

But if you can't be honest with me, and tell me everything,

then maybe we ought to just separate.

Go our own ways.

I want this to work between us.

You don't have to decide now.

Where are you going?

I want you to take your time. Think about what I said.

You let me know.

- Morning, Diaz. - Morning.

- What's with you? - What?

I don't know... You look happy.

- I don't like it. - Fuck you.

Shit. Sorry, I didn't know you had company.

Actually, Deakins, these gentlemen are here to see you.

I'm Agent Johnson. This is Agent Clark.

We're from the CIA.

Close the door.

Thank you.

Beautiful morning, huh, Bob?

Marty.

- And a seat just happened to open up after all. - Yeah.

Lucky you.

Lucky us, Senator.

Don't think I'm gonna forget this

come next election cycle.

Marty, what the hell did you do?

I'm sorry. What?

You stood here in my office not two days ago

and assured me that a spot would open up.

Then the next morning, I read where Judge Parker has just been shot

in a random act of violence outside a...

Outside a massage parlor.

What exactly... Are you accusing me of something?

I'm not accusing you of anything, but...

But what?

You think I'm actually capable of doing something like that?

Murdering a sitting judge to service my own agenda?

I think there is very little of which you are not capable.

Wow! Look who's wearing his big boy pants today.

Let me tell you something.

And I'm gonna say this once.

I had nothing to do with the death of Judge Parker.

I swear on the life of my kids.

You don't have any kids, Marty.

Oh.

Then I swear on the life of your kids.

Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth, Senator.

Why don't you go back to work, Bob.

Moved to Chicago when she was five.

Her family naturalized a year later.

When she was 13, her parents were killed by a drunk driver.

Went back to Russia to live with her only remaining relative, an aunt.

Graduated Lomonosov Moscow.

Top of her class in computer science.

- Computer science? - Yeah. That's right.

- So she's a programmer? - Amongst other things.

Recruited right out of school by Russian Intelligence.

Spends the next five years training as an operative.

- What kind of operative? - We don't know the exact details of her training.

But while working with an American contractor,

our Intel tells us

she was able to gain access to highly sensitive NSA infrastructure,

which, in turn, the Russians used to create a portal into our system.

Wait, help me understand, what's a portal?

Basically, they created a program that allows them access to NSA databases.

- Jesus. - Our own intelligence services

caught wind of it and shut it down. We believed...

So, you're responsible for the explosion that supposedly killed her?

- The details are classified. - Yeah. Of course, they are.

We're only here because Agent Deakins

entered a flagged search for Anna Drubeskaya on a Federal database.

That, in conjunction with the sudden reappearance of Drubeskaya,

leads us to believe that the drive stolen from your Task Force

is the drive we're looking for.

Okay. So what do you need on our end?

Well, of course, we want to resolve this situation

as quietly and quickly as possible.

Our teams are already working round the clock

to find and close the loop, rendering the drive useless.

And why didn't you do that before?

Until now, we didn't know it was still open.

We were hoping you might have some insight into

where we might find the drive

or Drubeskaya.

Preferably both.

CIA can't make an arrest on U.S. soil, right?

Is that going to be a problem?

Of course not.

This Task Force will be more than cooperative.

The moment we learn about Anna Drubeskaya's whereabouts,

you'll be the first to know.

Isn't that right, Agent Deakins?

Absolutely, sir.

Agents.

You wanna make sure I stay happy?

Is this a trick question?

I need a trace on the cell for Mia Rochlan,

the one I gave you yesterday from the Stein warrant.

Yeah, I can do that.

Deakins.

What are you doing?

- What? - You know exactly what I'm asking.

We will extend those agents every cooperation.

We will.

I just want the first crack at her.

Deakins...

We go riding in with the cavalry,

we're gonna spook this girl, she's gonna clam up

just long enough so no one gets a chance to talk to her.

You heard what they said.

What I heard was every single agency's

gonna want a crack at her once we bring her in.

This is my only shot.

Your shot at what?

She's going down for treason and espionage.

Yeah.

And I wanna convince her to bring Marty Stein down with her.

Marty Stein. I knew it was about him.

He's the one who got away.

On our watch.

Tell me you don't want him.

Say it.

Say it, and I'll let the whole thing go.

They can have her.

Just let me bring her in.

Give me two hours with her.

And then we'll hand her over.

You have one.

Thank you.

Bring Agent Krause along as backup.

You got it.

Deaks,

she's at 992, Moreno Avenue.

That's Kelly's place.

Krause, saddle up.

Hi.

Paddy, where are you?

I'm working.

You're missing all the fun.

We're heading to pick up Mia at Kelly's place.

I'm on shift.

Since when did you give a shit about that?

That is right. When she's right, she's right.

Federal Agents.

Open up.

One second.

Agents Deakins, DEA, this is Agent Krause, FBI.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry. Mr. Kelly's not home.

Actually, we're not here to see Ethan.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

But it might be advantageous to you if we talk here first.

Uh, can I see that?

Yeah.

You guys want to sit down?

No. You should.

Okay.

We know about you, Anna, and we know about the drive.

Okay, so what do you want to talk about then?

Marty Stein.

Well, what about him?

I want to know how he's involved.

I mean... I... I don't know.

We heard your conversation at the diner,

about the drive, wanting to get rid of Ethan.

I want Marty Stein to serve meaningful jail time.

You can help me with that.

And maybe I get can help you avoid the chair.

- Okay. - Hey.

Please sit.

Well, do you want to see the flash drive, or don't you?

You're saying it's here?

Yeah. It's in...

Behind the island.

First drawer.

It's bullshit.

Marty Stein has the drive. We heard your conversation.

Okay. Fine.

You don't have to check if you don't want to.

That drive has everything that you want

on Marty Stein.

Drop the gun!

Drop the fucking gun!

Drop it.

Okay.

Okay.

Ethan, where are you?

Deaks?

Detective Finnegan! CPD!

Patty...

No, no, no, no.

Hey! Hey!

No, no.

No.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Can you talk?

Can you talk? Fuck!

Say something?

Officer down!

- Officer down! - Uh, what's your location?

992 Moreno Avenue, Apartment... Apartment 1207!

Jesus Christ! Officer down!

- EMT immediately. Hey! - All right, all right.

- EMT is on its way. - Hey, hey, hey, no.

No, Harper. Hey, stay with me.

Stay with me! Don't do this to me.

Don't do this to me! Stay with me!

Stay with me!

- What's going on? - Just drive.

Do you want to tell me what's going on?

The Feds know about the drive.

How do you know that?

The, um...

Agent, the one that, um, helped you get Jen back...

Deakins. What about her?

She stopped by with another agent

to arrest me.

For what?

Everything.

Ethan, they know everything.

Then how are you sitting here?

How?

Jesus Christ.

Ethan, I didn't have a choice. Okay?

I was protecting myself.

You would have done the same thing.

Where's the body?

Where's the fucking body at?

It's in your apartment.

Fuck!

But I need you to listen to me right now.

There are two dead Federal Agents in your apartment.

What do you think they're gonna say?

That a 115-pound girl got the drop on them or an ex-Ranger?

How long do we have?

For what?

Before the drive closes how long do we have?

Well, the encryption will keep them out for a while,

but they will find the hole and they will close it.

Ballpark?

A day.

Two days max.

I'm sorry, man.

She was, um, still breathing.

She say anything?

Finnegan,

did she say who shot her?

Find Anna whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is,

and Kelly.

You bring them in.

And you go in heavy.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

She's dead?

Yes.

You killed her?

I knew I liked you.

I couldn't put my finger on it,

I knew there was a reason.

Jesus Christ, Marty.

What? Bad taste?

- She was a Federal Agent. - Yeah.

A Federal Agent who was hell bent on ruining my life.

She wasn't too keen on you, by the way.

We're kind of in a time crunch here, Marty.

Okay, how much time do we have?

Maybe less than 24 hours.

There's gonna be an APB out on her, nationwide.

No shit. Me, too.

So what do you want me to do?

You need me to help you get out of town?

No. No.

I'm guessing, you didn't come here to have me negotiate a surrender?

We have a 24-hour window with this flash drive.

We need a score and then we disappear.

And how are we planning on doing that?

That I don't know yet.

I'm sure boxing is out of the question.

No. We need something bigger, much bigger.

You know what I would love?

Hack into Bershov's accounts

and take that fucker down.

I can try,

but I don't think I can do it in 24 hours.

Besides, even if we could hack into his funds

anything that we got they would probably freeze it.

What we need is cash, and lots of it.

Give it a try.

"An evening of music

"hosted by Max Bershov." What is this, Marty?

Closing the mine deal tonight. Why?

You want Bershov off your back?

Yeah, I want Bershov off my fucking back.

I might have an idea that could solve both of our problems.

- Federal Agents! Open up! - Shit.

Stay here.

Marty Stein, we've got a warrant to search your home.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Let me see that, please?

- This is for my residence. - That's right.

Well, I'm sorry to inform you,

but this is also my place of business,

and as such is not covered by this document.

Marty, get the fuck out of my way.

If you take one more step onto my property,

I'll have you detained for breaking and entering.

Anything you find in here will be thrown out

before it even gets to court.

I will sue you, I will have your badge!

And I will sue your department!

Fuck it! Search this prick's house!

Yeah?

What's up, Karl?

All right. I'll be there.

Do you have the drive?

I found a buyer for 75 cents on the dollar.

I was hoping for more.

Jesus. "Thank you, Marty, for finding a buyer on such short notice."

- Did you call the SEC? - I did.

- And? - They were very interested in what I had to say.

Yeah, I'll bet.

They're primed and waiting for our phone call, Marty.

All you have to do is represent Bershov

to the best of your abilities, and lose, of course.

- And he goes away. - Think I can manage that.

Yeah? Good.

First things first,

I need you to locate the original auditor's report, okay?

And then, give me the schematics to the hotel.

There's the up.

Wait till they clear out, then we go.

Slim and I take the front.

Wook and D round the back.

All right.

According to this, Bershov will have his private security detail

posted at every entrance.

A team of two will be following

eight feet behind his wife at all times.

There'll be a dozen floaters in the crowd,

who may or may not be plain-clothed.

There's security cameras all throughout the hotel.

But they are not hooked up to CPD.

And sometimes, hiding in plain sight's the best place to hide.

And sometimes it isn't, Ethan.

Mia, if you have any other suggestions, I am all ears.

There she is.

Wow!

Three million smacks.

I'd be cautious, too, if I were Bershov.

Let's go.

- Is that Bershov's guest list? - Uh-huh.

Okay. Find someone who's RSVP-ed "no"

and make it a "yes" for him.

Look at the bright side,

worst case scenario, you get caught,

you'll look fabulous for your mug shot.

That's comforting, Marty.

- So are we all set? - Yeah.

Okay, kids, I will see you

later tonight. Have fun. Don't be late.

All right.

It's done.

Good.

What?

Still nothing?

We've got everyone out there looking.

- We'll find them. - You think so?

I know so.

Remember those two felons that got out of that max security prison

- in Chester back in March? - Uh-huh.

They had 1,000 Federal Marshals out there

looking for them, it took 'em five weeks!

And the only reason why they found 'em is 'cause one of the pricks

bragged to an old flame about how he got out.

Okay, but they still found them in the end.

Shot them dead, as I recall.

Finnegan.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I came alone.

You wanna talk?

Talk.

Those are beautiful.

Thank you.

Um...

May I?

Stein.

Martin Stein. You got it?

Name please?

Uh, Laura and Douglas Flute.

- Enjoy your evening. - Thank you.

Ah. Miss? Excuse me.

Here you go, darling.

Thanks.

Let's hope the evening goes that smoothly.

Max.

Congratulations.

Did you spot Bershov yet?

He's standing there talking to Marty.

You got me a hell of a deal.

- Hell of a goddamn deal. - Hey, hey, hey. Quiet.

Not so loud.

Emmerson's around here somewhere, the deal doesn't close until tomorrow.

I want you to meet my wife.

Oksana!

Marty, this is the love of my life, Oksana.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

And may I say, you look absolutely stunning.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God, that thing could have its own gravitational pull.

Mmm.

You have the document?

Mmm-hmm.

Where is Emmerson?

Standing at the bar.

Well, good luck.

You, too.

Excuse me.

Some party, huh?

- That is for certain. - Yeah.

I'll have a Maker's. Neat, please. Thanks.

I can't believe I missed the stampede for this...

What's your event?

You know, I'm partial to chuck-wagon racing actually.

Don't hear that every day.

Ah, the bulls and broncs, they get all the attention.

But, uh, I grew up in Oregon, so I guess I just love the wagons.

- Where in Oregon? - Uh, right outside Eugene, actually.

- Know it well. - Really?

Yeah. Grew up 20 miles from there. North Bend.

- No shit. - Yeah.

- Well, cheers. - Yeah.

So how long are you in town for?

A quick trip. Got in this afternoon,

business tomorrow, party tonight.

- And then right back to Moscow? - Vaduz, actually.

My nephew's striking for their FC.

Swiss football?

Really, Max, if you wanna watch athletes embarrass themselves,

stick around one more day, I'll talk a Bearse you to game.

Ah.

Excuse me.

Are you Oksana Anosov?

Anosov.

I haven't been called that in many years.

Oh, right. I'm sorry, um, it's just...

- I'm a huge fan of your work. - Oh?

Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests,

it is my great pleasure to introduce our evening's entertainment,

Gwen Mullova and Franz Koert.

The opera house you designed in Stavropol,

it's reminiscent of an early Melnikov.

Well, that's very kind of you to say.

And tonight, our gracious hosts Mr. And Mrs. Max Bershov

have provided us with a special treat.

From their private collection,

The Messiah Stradivarius.

Never miss an opportunity to show off, huh, Max?

Come on, Marty, don't you want to know

what a $30 million violin sounds like?

Yeah, a piece of wood is a piece of wood.

You think?

I'm more of a horn guy.

We would like to thank the Bershovs for this opportunity

to hear such a unique instrument.

At the host's request, Tchaikovsky's Serenade Melancolique.

Max, your goons are extorting me.

No more business tonight, Marty.

You figure he knows any Merle Haggard?

Shit.

It doesn't hurt to ask, Earl.

Doesn't hurt to ask.

Do we, uh... Do we know each other?

You know what, I don't think we've ever met before.

But you can think of me as your guardian angel.

Why would I do that?

Because I'm about to save you a billion dollars. Take a look.

What exactly am I looking at here?

You're looking at a mining report

that was conducted three months ago

by an independent auditor LM Dorr on the uranium mine

that you're about to purchase from Mr. Bershov.

Where'd you find this?

Does it really matter, Earl?

You think you can cheat me, you commie piece of shit?

Been hitting the bar a bit hard tonight, Earl, huh?

You tried burying this, you son of a bitch.

I don't know what you think this is, but I assure you...

There's no uranium in that fucking mine

- is what this is. - Hey, hey. Wild and libelous accusations...

Stay the hell out of this, Stein.

Stay out of it!

You think you can pull this kind of shit over here, Bershov?

Eh? You're not in the Urals anymore, comrade.

You wait till the SEC hears about this, buddy boy.

You're done in the U.S.

- You got me? Done! - Okay, okay.

- That's enough. - Get your hands off me!

- Step back, sir. Just step back. - Okay.

- A little help here. Are you all right? - I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Sorry, excuse me.

She took the necklace.

- We have a security breach. - She took the necklace.

Main room floor. South west side.

Wait, wait, wait.

Sir?

No! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Not her, not her! - Take your hands off of me.

We need to protect the violin, sir.

Of course.

- Let go of me! - Not her!

Her.

Thank you.

Your bag, ma'am.

You have to come with us.

I have no idea how that got in there.

This is ridiculous.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience. It's our mistake.

Yeah, but this isn't the last you'll be hearing from me,

I can assure you of that.

Don't you fucking move.

Down on your knees, put your hands on your head.

Do it now!

Stop or I'll shoot.

You set me up.

You'll live.

- We good? - Far from fucking good, Ethan.

Yeah, well...

I just gave you your career back, Detective.

Detective Finnegan requesting backup, Tambor House,

North East corner.

I got Anna Drubeskaya in custody.

Put your fucking hands on your head.

_

All rise.

Docket number six-three-two-two-four.

The Honorable Judge Martin Stein presiding.

You may be seated.

Thank you.

Well, well, well, well, well.

I'd like to say that I'm surprised to see you in my courtroom,

but sadly, I feel that this was somehow inevitable.

How does the defendant plead?