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Previously on Rogue...

Listen, fuck nuts, if you're going
to shoot me, just shoot me.

But I'm a fucking cop.

I'm an integral part
of this operation.

We've kept you around
for a reason, Kelly.

Oaks dropped the fucking ball.
Make sure you don't.

Expect to be hearing from us.

I want my $800,000
and I want it now.

You keep me waiting, you know what's
going to happen to those kids.

Ethan fucking Kelly.

You need my help.

Yeah.

So you didn't know about Mr.
Jameson's extra-marital affairs?

You work with someone 20 years,

you'd think you'd know
something about them.

A teenage girl gets a chip
implanted in her brain

and forced to do God-knows-what
to a bunch of sick fucks.

The only thing that we can do to get
it out is threaten to put her in jail?

The child is currently being
held in a secure unit.

We request she be moved
to protective foster care.

Call it in.

Officer down at 695 Hill Street.

Repeat, officer down.

She's gone.

They took her.

We've got Ethan Kelly
where we want him.

Okay.

I think he's a guy
we can rely on.

Thanks.

It's not hard to
make a lot of money, Colin,

if that's all you want to do,

but we're trying to
build something here,

something that's greater
than ourselves.

No, there's no such thing
as "too far," you understand?

And you tell Bob from me he'll
never be the man his mother was.

I need good news.

Ethan Kelly is in play.

Is the right answer. Sit.

Hi.

I got something for you.

Let me guess,
Marty Stein croaked?

You just made my day.
Hell, you just made my year.

Results came back
on the burn pit.

There were bones, lots of them.

Both animal and human.

They just weren't Mia's.

This is where a prick
would say, "I told you so."

Look, we've had over 100 sightings
of her in the last 36 hours,

from Gainesville, Florida all the
way to High Falls in New York.

I'm telling you,
she's in San Francisco.

I told you,

you want resources,
you gotta give me proof.

You have that?

I'm working on it.

That's what I thought.
Keep me posted.

Kelly, you keep
ignoring my calls,

those kids are gonna
suffer the consequences.

He's calling your bluff.

Or maybe he went to the police.

God, we should have
hit that girl, we shouldn't...

Can you just shut up
for a second?

Sadie, I'm trying to think.
Okay?

- So who broke her out of custody?
- We don't know.

At first, we thought
Marty Stein was involved,

but it turns out this was one grubby
little pie he didn't have his fingers in,

so we don't know.

You don't seem to know
much, do you, Detective?

I thought you said
you wanted my help.

I didn't say I wanted it.

I said I needed it.
There's a big difference.

But you do admit
you can't do it alone?

- Does that make you feel better?
- A little.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

How many people were involved
in the breakout exactly?

Six, at least.

You think she's got
the same guy as you?

Well, she definitely has backup.

The question is who,
and how many?

Shit.

Hey. Mia.

You don't ever ignore my calls
again, do you understand?

Do you have the $800,000?

Yeah, I have it. All of it.

Good. One hour.
Same place as before.

No, no, no.
There's a slight problem.

I can't wait to hear this.

You remember Detective Finnegan?

- Why?
- Well, he's here.

You're lying.

Yeah? How do I know that you bludgeoned
to death them two guys in Colorado?

Fuck.

That son of a bitch.

Look, everything's gonna be fine,
all right? I'll get you your money.

He's just on my tail right now.

Okay, so lose him.

I will. I just don't know
if he's here alone.

Kelly, I swear to God,
if you're playing me...

Why would I do that?
Mia, come on, think about it.

I don't want anything
to happen to those girls.

I'll get you the money,
all right?

Just give me a day
and I'll handle this.

You better.

Are you out of your mind?

- I just bought us time.
- To do what?

The hit-and-run
on Alice Williams...

There has to be
a police file on it.

- So?
- So, you're a cop.

Get a hold of it.

Look, if Mia wasn't driving, let's
find out who was. All right?

Shit.

Clea.

No, no, I'll be there.
Yeah. All right.

- I gotta go.
- Now?

What can I tell you, I'm
fighting a war on two fronts.

Nothing's ever easy
in your life, is it, Kelly?

Just get the file.

- What happened?
- You need to pack a bag.

What are you talking about?
Mia, what the hell is going on?

- They know.
- Who knows? What?

The cops.

- They know that you visited the hospital.
- What?

They have you
on security camera,

and now you're a person of interest, Sadie.
You're in the system.

It's only a matter of time...

before they come knocking.
So pack a bag.

Shit, shit, shit.

Where are we gonna go?

What are you doing with that?

Sadie, do you still think this
is a fucking game? Grow up.

So no leads on Phan.
No idea who took her?

Nothing. No DNA, no
fingerprints, no fibers...

Fuck, we were supposed
to protect her.

Don't beat yourself up.

My father, when I was taking
the academy's entrance exam,

he gave me this list of all the
truly disturbing cases he worked

in his 20 years on the force.

Let me guess, there were
no trafficked girls

with implanted chips
on that list.

Not one.

I have no idea
what we're dealing with here.

Send him in.

Kelly.

Hey.

Laid down
his life earlier today.

The ongoing drug war with
San Francisco's criminal...

Can you believe this shit?

When was the last time
you saw him?

- Yesterday, 11:00.
- Where?

At my bar.

He said he had a job
for me, he didn't say what.

We were driving around
the Mission area, and...

He got a phone call.
He kicked me out of the car.

Didn't say
what the call was about?

No.

We believe Detective Oaks
was pinned down by gunfire,

fought valiantly, and took out
Rojas and Torres.

But unfortunately, Detective...

You're not buying this crap,
"Oaks the hero," are you?

Right now, I don't really
know what to believe.

Plenty of shitty cops
do good things.

So what now?

What do you need from me?

Nothing.

Oaks is dead. There's nothing
more you can give us on him.

And whatever he had on you,
that's gone.

You're off the hook.

You can go fix up
your bar in peace.

Yeah.

So, tell me...
What did Oaks have on you?

Maybe another time.

You think
there's gonna be another time?

Will you slow down?

Why are we sticking around?
Why don't we just leave?

For fuck's sake!
I came here to get my money.

I am not leaving
until I get my money.

He does not get to
get away with this.

Come on, babe, we are this close.
Okay?

I promise you, by tomorrow,
we'll be $800,000 richer.

Are you gonna tell me that's
not worth waiting around for?

Come on.

Did you know that coffee has a long
history as a spiritual substance?

One of its earliest uses
was as an aide

to prayer and meditation
throughout the Muslim world.

Christians consider it the
black, bitter brew of Satan.

What do you want?

The listening devices
are X-490s.

A few generations on from those
you would have used in Iraq.

Somebody did their homework.

You're going to bug
the phones and laptops

of Detective Clea Annou and Assistant
District Attorney Regan Faulkner.

Flash drives install
your standard Trojan,

turns laptops into mics and lets
us listen in on their phone calls.

That's it? That's all?

That's all.

We'll know when it's done.

She wasn't even on the job.

We just cracked this big case.

You know, six months we spent on it.
Better part of a year.

Let's celebrate.

Let's go to Dicky's,
throw back some whiskey sours.

She's gotta take
the dog for a walk.

Mini Pinscher can't wait
for a lousy drink.

"Potato hasn't peed all day."

Your partner named
her dog "Potato"?

Don't even get me started.

So she agrees to have one.

And, well,
one drink turns to two drinks.

Next thing you know,
we're closing the joint down.

Yeah, Deaks and I had
a few of those nights.

Brett heads home.

She's living in the Sunset
district at the time.

Nice neighborhood.
It's 2:00 a.m.

Potato's taking
a hell of a dump.

And Brett, she's lit
like a firecracker.

Her defenses were down.

Some street punk with a Glock
26 comes up behind her.

Three weeks she was laid up
in that hospital bed.

She came through all right.

But I never felt so fucking
helpless in my life.

How's that for irony?

My partner gets shot while
her dog is taking a dump.

Guys at the precinct
never let her live that down.

You know what
scares me the most?

What keeps me up at night?

Finding Mia Rochlan.

I mean, what the hell
am I supposed to do then?

Go back to being
a homicide detective?

Task force?

Only one way to find out.

I know most cops do
a shitty job on hit-and-runs,

but that was
pretty straightforward.

Thanks for
sticking your neck out.

You think
I'm sticking my neck out?

Copy of a hit-and-run file
and an address on a POI?

My neck's not even craned,
my friend.

Can't a guy say thank you?

I'll let you know
when you cross the line.

Please do.

Jesus Christ.

What?

I could use your help
with something.

Well, this is
getting to be a habit.

Hey, you got a minute?

Um... Sure. Sit.

Thanks.

I wanna help, Regan.

Help with what?

Well, we both know
Oaks wasn't working alone.

I mean, there's
still a case here.

Ethan, I appreciate this, but...

You were only useful to us

as long as you were
providing intel on Oaks.

Well, maybe I can find out
who Oaks was kicking up to.

- What's really going on here?
- What do you mean?

Don't tell me you miss the
excitement of law enforcement.

I don't know. It's just... You know,
the thought of opening a bar...

I mean, maybe I'm just
not cut out for it.

Finish your degree,
come work for me.

- That's very funny.
- Maybe I'm serious.

Yeah.

Can't you just take a message?

Okay, I'm coming down.

- Give me a minute?
- Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Can I help you?

Hi. Detective Patrick Finnegan,
Chicago Gang Task Force.

Yeah, my assistant told me. Look,
I'm kinda busy, so if you could...

Hey, hey. And I just want to say

thank you for coming down
to speak to me.

So, what is it?

I got a few questions for...

You did this case...

I gotta find it...

Sanchez. The Sanchez Brothers
case, did you do that last year?

- I did. Why?
- Okay, because one of the brothers, um...

Esteban... Esteban showed
up on our radar last week.

And I was wondering if maybe I
could ask you a few questions.

Come on.

Come on.

Esteban's trial was about
his girlfriend's murder.

So...

But you could have found this
in the records.

Yes. Yeah... I like...
I like crossing my T's,

I like... I like dotting my I's.
I like to, you know...

- Yeah, like I said, it's all in the records.
- Yes. Hey. Hey.

You know...

Thank you for your time.

Sure.

You have a nice day.

Hey, Jackie, hold my
calls for the next hour.

I need to work on Jack's brief.

- Sorry about that.
- It's all right.

Look, Ethan, I'm kind of
up to my eyes, so...

I understand.

I'll let you get on with it.
Can I call you later?

Okay.

Hey, Clea. It's Kelly.
Call me when you get this.

- Any luck?
- No, I can't find it.

I just tore
my fucking car apart.

But I know I had it with me.

Fuck.

Look, um, I really appreciate you
wanting to help in the investigation,

but I just don't
see it happening.

Without Oaks, you don't really
play a role, so...

- Okay. I just thought I'd ask.
- Sorry.

Is this your wallet?

Yes. How did you...

Our busboy found it when he was
cleaning the ladies' room.

Thank you.

All right,
well, the cash is gone,

- but they didn't touch the cards.
- You want some cash?

No, I'm good. I'm good.

- Sure?
- God, I can't believe I was so careless.

All right. I gotta run.

I'll take care of this.

Good, 'cause
I don't have any cash.

You know,
those things are dangerous.

You slip, you hit your head, your
clothing gets caught in the belt.

You know, 25,000 people were admitted to
the hospital in the US alone last year

for accidents on treadmills.

Wow.

You are, as ever, a fountain
of information, Teddy.

I assume you didn't come here
to educate me.

Well, I heard from downstairs...

The bugs are live.

I knew Kelly would prove useful.

So what now?

Now he's outlived
his usefulness.

- Well, that was fast.
- Well...

His stock rose momentarily.
Now it's falling.

Sell short.

I'll make the call.

Chicken with extra noodles,
the way you like it.

- Pops!
- What? You gotta eat.

I don't think soup
is gonna help with this one.

It's not gonna hurt.

Protein and sleep,
best way to win a battle.

When I was fighting
Golden Gloves...-

You were sleeping
12 hours a night!

Damn right, I did.

Valdez, he was training from
sunrise to long after sunset.

Me? I was sleeping.

Just gathering your strength...

Knocked the bastard out in two.

Wish I could have seen it.

Well, I wanted you there.
But your mother...

Eat your soup.

Hey! How you doing, Monty?

Hey! Worse than some,
better than most.

Want soup? I got extra.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Protein.
- Dad!

Okay, okay. But she's so skinny.

Yo, I'm right here!

- See you, kid. See you, Doyle.
- Bye. Thank you.

See you.

You know, end of shift,

most cops head out for a liquid
refreshment not called soup.

The guys are headed to Cooley's.

- What happened to Maria's chip?
- What?

Maria's chip.

They had it in their hands,
then they were cut out...

What happened to Maria's?

In Jameson's apartment, we found this
knife with Maria's prints on it.

What if she used the knife
to cut out the chip?

Then there'd be blood
all over it.

She could have wiped it
before she left.

Forensics has been
all over the apartment.

Yeah, but they didn't know
what they were looking for.

Now we do.
Here, eat your protein.

Thanks. I got it from here.

I got the chip.

What? Where?

Jameson's apartment.

Maria cut the chip out of her hand in his
bathroom and tossed it down the drain.

I gotta hand it to you,
you do not give up.

I have something
you should hear.

Okay, this is not good.

- What?
- This detective.

She's the same one who
interviewed me after Danny died,

the one who found the girls.

And now she finds the chip.

- Coincidence?
- Yeah, right.

She'll put it into evidence,
they'll process it. Where is she?

Southern.

Who do we have at Southern?

Officer Cody Soto.

Watty-boy!

Are you coming to my house
to watch the game?

- I have a Tinder date.
- Bring her.

Last time I brought a girl I liked to your
house, you dated her for five months.

Well, I help weed out
the bad seeds.

Hey, can you check
a case for me?

What's the number?

Anything been checked in
in the last couple of hours?

Detective Annou...

Nope. Nothing since last week.

You mind if I take a look?

Clea.

Did I miss a call?

I got your class
schedule online.

How's...

- How's your dad doing?
- He's good.

Yeah?

I miss the ribs.

Yeah, the menu's
changed a little bit.

- What, no ribs?
- No ribs.

But he, finally
switched up the sauces.

Really? Wow!

- Didn't think the old man had it in him.
- He's still sore.

You know him. It's like...

He wanted us to work out
more than we did.

Yeah.

But, let me see it.

Wow. Very Tinker Tailor.

Okay. Give me a week.

It's more like a day.

Some things don't change.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.

- You're living the good life?
- Ha.

It's not too creepy.

You know I'm starting to
feel like a cop again?

Why? 'Cause you're pinning
shit to a board?

Yeah, pretty much.

Statements are all the same.

Car came out of nowhere,
hit Alice, and it sped off.

Witnesses got the make, model
and plates on the vehicle.

Car was lifted outside an
Italian joint in Portola,

but there were no witnesses
to the theft.

- Nah, that doesn't make any sense.
- No, no, you'd be surprised.

People enjoying their Pinot
Grigio, having a gnocchi,

somebody can come in and swipe a
kid, they'd be none the wiser.

Alice's school is in Richmond.

What, you're gonna give me
a geography lesson, Kelly?

It's a 60-minute commute.

Why would you steal a car
an hour away to hit a kid?

It's too risky. What happens if you
get pulled over along the way?

So either the cop took down
the wrong address...

Or the guy's lying
about where he parked his car.

- Why?
- Well, we're gonna find that out, Detective.

Then maybe you can pin up a few
more things on your board.

Now, where does he work?

Jerry Wightman, Financing Futures.
Whatever the fuck that is.

We'll visit him first thing
in the morning.

- I'll see you then.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

There's a Fed here
talking to Sleader.

About?

Annou.

A word.

Detective Annou,
this is Agent Jenkins.

Any leads on Phan?

We're working on a few theories.

Care to share?

- Why don't you have a seat?
- I'm good.

I hear you were at Jameson's
apartment earlier.

The building manager
informed us.

Yeah.

Mind me asking
why you were there?

There's still an open murder
investigation on Maria Alvarado.

I was going over the place, seeing
if forensics missed anything.

And did they? Miss anything?

No.

Well, you keep us informed if any new
information comes to light then?

You'll have
our full cooperation.

Is that it?

It's a pity
you didn't get that chip.

Excuse me?

In the poor girl's head.

Would have been a real
breakthrough if you had.

Yeah.

What was that about?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm calling it a night.

You're still here?

Well, what can I say...

Devotion to the cause.

Detective Annou didn't put
the chip into evidence.

She lied to one
of our men at the FBI,

and we didn't find it
at her place.

Have we sold
the Kelly stock yet?

In progress as we speak.

Call it off.

What?

You heard me. Kelly has
an in with the detective.

He'll get the chip back for us.

We don't know if we can trust him.
There are other ways.

What, and draw
more attention to ourselves

than we already have
in this whole fucking mess?

Call it off. I'm not debating
this with you, Teddy. Do it now.

Call off the sale.

Call off the sale.

Done?

Done.

Letting Kelly live
is not without its risks.

I dated a guy once
in college, Chad.

He was a real
hyper-vigilant type.

Rarely slept, loved to hunt.

I went with him once,
a group thing,

girl-guy, girl-guy
kind of a thing.

As soon as we get to the cabin,

the guys grab their rifles and
they head off in the wilderness.

And the girls, you know, we hung
around the cabin, playing cards.

So I did that for about a day.

And then I said, "Fuck this,"
and I grabbed a rifle.

Sounds about right.

Yeah.

Me and the three guys camped
outside of a creek drainage ditch.

Five hours, the only thing I
shot at was a crippled rabbit,

and I fucking missed.

I thought you were a marksman.

Well, now.

But back then I was
just a girl in love.

We're about to
call it quits when, um...

This beautiful mama elk wanders
over to the creek with her baby.

And until then, Chad had just been
fucking around the way guys do,

you know,
talking about the Niners,

or whatever drinking game we were
gonna play later that night.

But as soon as he saw
that mama elk,

he picked up his rifle
and just... Bam.

Shot her dead.

And then without hesitation,
he shoots the baby too.

The baby?

Now that is
one cold motherfucker.

See, that's what I thought, too.

Till I was over in Iraq, just outside
of Basra, doing private security.

Operatives took out entire
villages of people, on my advice.

Yeah. Sure, they were
inflicting pain,

but they were also
administering pain relief.

The children were never gonna
survive in that shithole.

They weren't gonna get adopted.

Best-case scenario,

some asshole's gonna strap
a bomb to their little bellies

and send them off
begging for food, to us.

After that, I knew
why Chad killed the baby.

And you figured
'cause Kelly was over there...

He's one cold
son of a bitch, too.

I got a ton of shit
to get through tonight.

So...

I gotta say,
this is really working out.

You called it, Mia.

Living like fucking queens.

I mean, this is just perfect.
This is the life.

We need to get off the streets.

Let's go to Four Seasons.
Could use a massage.

Nowhere public,
and nowhere with cameras.

Let's go.

- Can I talk to you?
- Now's not a good time. I'm late, I need a coffee.

Clea, I just need five minutes.

- Did you hear what I said?
- Yeah, I heard... Hey, hey!

What happened?

My house got
broken into last night.

I might know
something about that.

You've got to be kidding me.

Let me talk to you for a second.
Come here. Come here.

You might know
something about it?

Yeah, I might know something.
Just sit down, will you?

I was there.

In my house?

The warehouse
where Oaks was killed.

Okay. You wanna tell me what
the fuck is going on here?

It didn't go down the way
the news reported it.

All right? There was no
fucking drug bust.

Oaks was executed.

Whoever he was working for,
Clea, they shot him.

Why?

I don't know.
Maybe he pissed them off.

Look, they hauled our asses in
there and they took him out.

Why would they keep you alive?

- They needed something from me.
- What?

To bug your phone
and your computer.

- Wait... What?
- Regan, too.

And you told them...

I already did it. Yesterday.

Please tell me you're
fucking high right now.

Your wallet contains
an unpaid parking ticket,

an out-of-date gym card,

and a photo of a woman that
I'm assuming is your mother.

You son of a bitch.

Look, if I didn't do
what they said,

they would have killed me.

Which is a desire
I can understand.

Who are these people?

I don't know. Not yet.

You know, they came
for me last night.

At the last minute they...
They called off the hit.

Why would they do that?

Well, I figured they heard
something between you and Regan.

Something that changed
their minds.

I need to know what is, Clea.

I'm not telling you that.

If you tell me
what you're working on,

I can prove myself
useful to them.

So now you're here
asking for my help?

Look, just think about it. They don't
know that you know that you're bugged.

Which means that we can control
the flow of information to them,

it can work in our advantage.

- Do you follow what I'm saying?
- You're unbelievable.

When they broke into your apartment
yesterday, what were they looking for?

Now you want me to trust you?

You got a better idea?

I...

I gotta wrap
my mind around this.

Clea...

What?

Where are you, Kelly? We're supposed
to be at Financing Futures.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Regan, it's me. We need to talk.

My car was charred barbecue. If
the insurance company would...

That's not what this is about.

We need to know where the car
was parked before the accident.

I told the other cops
this already.

You see,
that's the funny thing, Jerry.

- Do you mind if I call you Jerry?
- Yes.

Okay.

Well, you said you parked the car
at Fiorvante's outside Portola.

But there was a toll booth that
snapped a shot of you in Vista Park

just before
the accident happened.

Now how is that possible?

Do you think I hit that girl?

- Nobody's saying that, Jerry.
- Then what are you saying?

That you lied about
where the car was parked.

You know, maybe
I should call my lawyer.

You any good
at this investment thing?

I have what they call an
athletic gift for investing.

I'll turn you a sure-fire
profit before you've had time

to take a sip
from your morning latte.

Yeah, Jeff Price.

You know, I bet your wife, she
likes those commission checks.

Is she home today?

You know, maybe we just go visit her.
What do you think?

- California still got that 50-50 on divorce?
- Yeah, I think so.

Line 2, Jerry. Line 2, Jerry!

I'll call back.

Wait.

My wife and I
have been together 25 years.

I, um...

I visit a massage parlor
from time to time.

Let me make something
very clear to you, okay?

I don't give a shit about your
extracurricular activities.

All I wanna know is where
the car was parked.

1901 Holloway Ave.

Thank you.

Someone a little paranoid?

Ethan Kelly bugged our phones
and our laptops.

Right.

Please tell me you're joking.

You're not joking.

Son of a bitch played me.

Yeah, you and me both.

He told me that he was at the
warehouse when Oaks was killed.

Whoever Oaks was working for,
they had him executed.

Why not tell us this before?

Because before
he didn't want my help.

The only reason they're keeping him
alive is so he can inform on us.

So he wants to work together,

tell them
what we want them to hear.

And you believe him?

I don't know.

If he was spying on us,
why would he tell me?

When did he bug the phones?

Yesterday morning.

Which means
they know about the chip.

Which is why
they ransacked my house.

Wait, you didn't
put it into evidence?

I was having a friend at
Sun Valley Tech check it out.

Jesus, Annou!

Oaks was dirty.

I had no idea
how deep this thing goes.

And turns out I was right.

Some fucking guy
from the FBI was here,

asking if I found anything when I
went back to Jameson's apartment.

That's his job.

I didn't tell anyone
I was going there.

Shit.

You've broken
the chain of evidence.

A One L could get
that chip excluded at trial.

Look...

If you want out of this,
I get it.

I have three brothers.
All older than me.

Bobby teaches medieval French literature
at King's College, Cambridge.

Gordon's in the violin section
at the LA Philharmonic.

Richard won two National Book
Awards before he was 40.

When I graduated
Harvard Law School, Dad said,

"Well, three out of four
ain't bad."

That sucks.

You're not getting me off
this fucking thing.

What's our next move?

- Okay, I think we can find out who made the chip.
- Okay.

You'd think
Mr. Investment Genius

would have picked
a classier joint.

What?

I'll follow you, shall I?

Great.

How's it going?

How may I help you, gentlemen?

Question for you. The camera
outside, does it work?

It does, my friend.

Yeah? Any chance that we can
take a look at the footage?

Of course. Everything in here
is for sale.

Pay him.

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

Detective Finnegan.

We're working a case involving
the murder of a federal officer.

We would like access to
your security camera footage.

Okay.

Like I said,
everything's for sale.

Did you hear what I just said?
This is police business.

It's a federal
task force investigation.

And that, my friend, is a shield

belonging to
the Chicago Police Department.

You flashed it so briefly, I know
you were hoping I wouldn't notice,

but then you think
I'm a half-wit, don't you?

So, gentlemen, like I said...

Yeah, like you said,
everything is for sale.

One more.

One minute.

We never spoke, okay?

I thought I was
the paranoid one.

All right, what is it?

As far as I can tell, your chip
measures all kinds of biometrics.

Chemical, physical...

Much more than that,
I can't really say,

but it could do a lot
more than just monitor.

Like what?

To be honest, I have no idea.

I've read about this kind of thing,
I've never seen it firsthand.

Okay, you wanna make
an educated guess?

Aside from measuring
brain function,

some of the literature
predicts it could modify.

Modify what?

- What I... What I think?
- Think, feel...

You're shitting me!

Educated guess.

Who made it?

Parts of it are made by
several different companies.

I could only pin down one,
the conductive gel.

Kershan Chemical.

Do you have a number?

I already spoke with them, Clea.
I didn't get anywhere.

- I'm a cop, remember?
- Yeah, I don't think that's gonna help.

You know what they told me
when I called them up?

They told me it's classified.

As in
national security classified.

Shit.

Stop right there.

There's our guy.

Can you zoom in now?

There she is.

Who's the friend?

You think that image
is gonna be good enough?

It's a start.

Hey.

Tick-tock, Finnegan.
You got anything for me?

No. You're right.

- She's not here.
- Okay.

Get your ass back here.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Um...

Yeah, sorry to intrude,

we're just a little hungry
and tired,

and wondering if we could
get something to eat.

- I think I should call my son.
- Ma'am,

I would prefer if you stay
right where you are.

We're really sorry about this.
No one's gonna hurt anybody.

Is there anyone else
in the house?

No one, just me.

Please take whatever you want.
Just don't hurt me, please...

How many times do we have to tell you?
We are not here to rob you.

Can you just shut up?

I don't believe
this is happening.

Shut up.

Shut up,
or so help me God, I'm...

- That's enough!
- What are you doing?

- We're leaving.
- She is a witness.

- I don't care!
- Get out of my way, Sadie,

or I swear to God,
I will shoot you, too.

Go on, then.

Sadie...

Get out of the way!