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Previously on Rogue...

I need these fingerprints IDed.

Prints belong to Gary Keyes.

You got an address?

US Marshals, put your hands on your head.

You want to know how Marty
Stein makes his money?

You take a closer look at Deanston Finance

and his friend

Greg Barrett who runs the thing.

I wanna do an interview with her.

- Is that you on the recording?
- Yes.

Yes?

They're doing a hatchet
job, those motherfuckers.

They recut the whole goddamn thing.

Miranda leaked the interview
to Gaffney this afternoon.

He's called a vote to
terminate your partnership.

Well...

It was close.

I need a loan, Marty.

This is reparation. This is
the price of letting you live.

He's gonna set me up with a package,

get me back on my feet.

You did well.

Marty Stein, I have a
warrant for your arrest.

It says that you used your connections

to get your boyfriend
off on a cocaine charge.

- It's a bullshit charge.
- There's gonna be an investigation.

Until then, you're on
administrative leave.

Where is Gary Keyes, Mr. Kelly?

I've told you, I don't know.

Keep selling me that same horseshit,

we're gonna be at this all day.

Is that supposed to make
me change my answers?

I'm telling you, that's all I know.

Because if you're into something, Jen...

"Into something"?

I'm saying, it's better
if you tell us now.

He's my boss. That's it.

What were you doing at the house?

- I was looking for Jen.
- Why?

Well, she hadn't come in
to work for a couple days,

and, uh, I got concerned.

So call the police.

Oh, that was my next move. Yeah.

After you broke into her house?

I thought I heard a scream.

Says you've been MIA
the last couple of days.

- Yeah, so?
- So, where you been?

Home. School. Friends...

Look, I blew off work. So what?

There was no one else inside.

I know. And I said, I
thought I heard a scream.

It could have been one of the
neighbor's kids... I mean, look...

I was worried about Jen.

Is any of this gonna
help you find my uncle?

I'm not buying it.

Okay. Well, I'm sorry if you
feel that way, but it's the truth.

All right, Mr. Kelly.

Sit tight.

What do you make of all this?

I don't know.

Jen vouches for him.

Feels like she's holding back, though.

Yeah. I'm getting a whiff
of that on my end too.

Anything on the gun they found on him?

Nothing yet.

Did he say what the hell
he was doing in there?

Sticking to the "screaming woman" line.

Well, the guy did two
tours of Afghanistan.

Maybe he's got a bit of a hero complex.

He's got a bit of a
bullshit complex, more like.

Think it'd do any good to
hold him for a couple of days?

I don't know.

Ir's been the same story
the last four hours.

I say we bounce 'em.

See what's what when the gun comes back.

Yeah.

What happened to you, Mia?

You were supposed to be
watching my fucking back.

Uh... I don't...

I don't know, Ethan.
They came out of nowhere.

Look, I'm sorry.

Forget it. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- You know, why don't you just say what you're thinking?

What am I thinking?

I saw that look on your face
when the marshals lead you out.

You think I turned you in.

What was I supposed to think?

I don't know. But not that.

Okay, well, nobody else knew
I was in there except you.

We're gonna have to figure this out.

Stay here.

Hey, Jen.

- What are you doing?
- Who are you?

- What?
- W... who the fuck are you?

Answer my question.

Ethan, I...

Okay. You know what? Come on. Come on.

Here, drive.

So, you targeted me?

Your plan?

It was my idea.

I knew Gary didn't have
it in him. Not anymore.

Not after so long.

What do you mean, "Have it in him"?

Figured if I helped, maybe we could...

What?

I've been in witness
protection since I was 10.

My dad turned states against some
Russian mobster called Samara Bratva,

but he didn't make it to the trial.

I don't understand, Jen.

Gary raised me after
the mob killed my dad.

- Gary's not your...
- He's my uncle.

Treated me like I was his though.

Marshals relocated us to Chicago
after he testified. It's...

Been almost 20 years.

Thought we were safe by now.

You wanna know the funny part?

He was taking out a life insurance policy.

That's how they found us.

One day he wasn't thinking,

and he used his old social
security number, and bam...

They gave him two
options, either work a job,

or watch as they sawed the
heads off of his wife and kids.

Some choice.

My uncle's dead, isn't he?

I'm sorry, Jen.

What did he do for him?

- Hmm?
- What did he do for him?

Mia. They wanted Mia.

What do you mean? Dead?

Why do they want Mia dead?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

You know what? I don't believe you.

Honestly, Ethan, I could give a
shit right now what you believe.

- I need a name.
- Why?

What are you... You gonna
take on the Russian mob?

Why the fuck do you care what I do?

If I were you Ethan, I would run as
far away from that girl as possible.

- Did your uncle have a contact?
- What?

Is there somebody that he dealt with, Jen?

Uh... Levsha.

Levsha?

Yeah. One time, I saw it in his phone.

Mmm-hmm. Okay.

Good. Get in the car. Let's go.

My Uncle Gary was just
trying to protect his family.

My cousins are in elementary school.

Hey, you know when the mob
finds out that Mia's still alive,

we're all dead.

You okay?

You staying over again?

I don't know. Sounds
like you kicking me out.

Eli's got camp in the morning.

Wait. Did I... Did I miss something?

I thought we was connecting.

Now you're treating me
like a one night stand.

Eli's getting older, Marlon.

I can't hide stuff from
him. Not like before.

You ain't got to hide nothing from him.

Do you see me ducking out of
here to make private phone calls?

Or disappearing to take care of
business? I'm right here, with you.

I just want to make sure that we're here,

that we're really here,

you're not gonna go back on your word.

Babe.

Come here.

Come here.

I'm not going back on my word.

You think what I said to you was just

to get inside your pants?

- Didn't you?
- Hell, yeah.

I had to.

You keep saying things are
different, but I just...

Nah, things aren't different.

I'm the one who's
different since Talia died.

And now? I want out of this life.

I'm not doing this for
no one else except me.

But you're doing a
little bit for me, right?

Just a little bit for you.

Well, what are you gonna
do for money, smart ass?

Hmm...

The DEA,

they promised to unfreeze the store if...

I landed them something big.

And did you?

The biggest.

- Really?
- Yeah, I'm going downtown tomorrow

to fill out the paperwork.

- I like that.
- Hmm. You like that?

- Mmm-hmm.
- All right.

Where are you going?

You know, Eli's got camp and all. So...

Come here.

- Just stay.
- You want me to stay?

- Mmm.
- All right.

Mmm.

What do you know about Greg Barrett?

I know that you should leave it alone.

Marty ever mention him?

What is wrong with you?

Where do I start?

You know, I'm not joking around.

I know.

You're adorable when you're serious.

Marty Stein might as well be dead, okay?

You got him. Two in the back of his skull,

you tossed him out the building.

Are you trying to turn me on, Patty?

What more can you do to the man?

You won.

Why don't I feel celebratory?

Because you're sick in the brain.

Greg Barrett works at Deanston Finance.

I got his name from Angelo Becerra.

You put the screws to Angelo Becerra?

The man owns half the city.

And I think he's got a crush on me.

His secretary sent me Bulls tickets

for Saturday night.

And you're proud of this?

First thing, we talk to Barrett.

Oh, now it's "We."

Kind of has to be.

I don't have a badge anymore.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome. And no.

No?

Marty Stein has been
crucified by the media,

his own law firm kicked him out.

And what, you arrested him hours ago?

He's already been released.

Yeah, but are his assets still frozen?

- Yeah.
- Then it's over for him.

It's done. Period.

- I want him in jail.
- You got to let this go, okay?

This isn't healthy.

Don't puss out on me, Finnegan.

You said you were gonna help me out,

prove what a good man
you are and all that shit.

I said that? That doesn't sound like me.

Tomorrow morning, I'm
going to Deanston Finance

with or without you.

Lock the door.

Ethan, what the hell is going on?

Nothing.

Nothing?

You haven't said a word
since we got back in the car.

Look, I'm sorry. I fucked up, okay?

- It's not that.
- Then what?

Does the name Levsha
mean anything to you, Mia?

No. Should it?

Ethan, you're scaring the shit out of me.

What did Jen say to you?

We have to trust each other.

There's a contract out on you.

And Jen told you this?

- Yeah.
- And you believe her?

Gary Keyes is Jen's uncle.

He's connected to the Russian mob.

I don't understand this...

- Okay, is there any other reason why...
- No.

Mia, I really need you to think...

No! I have no fucking idea, Ethan!

Sit down.

- Now, think Mia.
- It is the Russian mob, Ethan. I have no idea.

Is it possible that you knew someone...

I don't know what it has
anything to do with, Ethan...

I'm telling you, I don't know!

What about trades?

Did you involve any of
the Russians with the...

Oh, my God. Do you know how
many times I fucking did that?

Do you know how many companies,
and how many people...

I need you just to calm down.

That's the only way we're
gonna fucking figure this out.

You don't understand. There is
no figuring this out, Ethan...

We have to get our stuff and
we have to go. We have to run.

Mia, you can't run.

I should have left a long time ago...

I don't know why I stayed.

Listen to me. Gary Keyes
was in witness protection

and they got to him.

You'll be running forever.

Yeah, well, it's better
than the alternative.

Please, please, Mia. Mia.

Listen. If you want to
go, I won't stop you.

But trust me, when I say to you,

that everything catches
up with you in the end.

Please rise. The court of
the second judicial circuit,

criminal division, is now in session.

- Any word?
- No.

Without Agent Deakins' testimony
you don't stand a chance

at getting your assets back.

I'll request a continuance with the judge,

but I don't have high
hopes he'll grant us one.

Shit.

Fuck, man.

Jesus.

Hang on.

What are you doing here?

Are we gonna do this through the door?

How'd you find me?

It wasn't that hard.

Where were you at this morning? Huh?

Court. You were supposed to testify.

My assets. Did you forget?

No, I didn't forget.

What the fuck does that supposed mean?

I can't help you right now.

We had a deal.

I know. And I feel like shit about
this, but I've been suspended.

So what?

So, I can't do anything.

I'm sorry.

That's some bullshit.

It's temporary.

- As soon as I'm back...
- Yeah, okay. I see how it is.

You get yours and just
fuck everybody else, right?

No, that is not how it is.

Talk to my boss, Lowry. He
knows you played a big part in...

A big part? I played
the whole fucking part!

You wouldn't... All right.

Talk to him. No promises.
But maybe he can help.

Oh.

Good morning.

Morning.

Listen...

Last night shouldn't have happened.

It was my fault, I
shouldn't have kissed you.

I just...

I don't know, I guess I just didn't
wanna think about anything for a second.

Yeah. I understand.

Did you make coffee?

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

So what do we do now?

I was thinking about that. I'm gonna
call a guy that I think can help us.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's not a perfect
plan by far but, you know...

Yeah, well you have to
start somewhere, right?

Yeah.

What?

Do you want some pancakes?

Is that what those are?

Yeah, I mean, a little burned.

But they're edible.

Yeah, well, I'll take whatever
you're serving, I guess.

Cooking is not one of my many talents.

Well, you have others.

I'm gonna get dressed.

Yeah.

Hey, Ethan.

Yeah.

I know you said it's all about the money.

You helping me.

And maybe it is.

I know, it probably is...

But in any case...

I wanted to thank you.

Well, don't thank me yet.

You got a minute?

Thanks for seeing me.

All right.

I know I mentioned, briefly on the phone

what this was...

I know why you're here.

And let me preface by saying that
the deal you made with Agent Deakins,

was made with Agent Deakins.

As long as she's under investigation,

I can't go near her cases.

My hands are tied.

I got you Marty Stein.

Your assets were seized because
they were part of a large, ongoing

criminal enterprise.

I held up my end bargain of the.

And as soon as Agent
Deakins is reinstated,

I'm sure you'll be adequately
compensated for your efforts.

No, man.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm not supposed to be here, man.

Guys like me, who grew
up on these streets,

we got an expiration date. You feel me?

When you get to be my
age and you ain't done

no real time jail time...

You start to tell yourself, like,

that while you doing this illegal shit...

That at least you're on the better
side of the wrong side of crime.

You know, you get yourself a nice house,

nice business.

Niggas start to forget

about where all that money came from.

But not me.

I knew exactly how my bills got paid.

You know, I came from the
same street as you did.

I doubt that.

I had this friend in middle school.

Tucker.

You know, he was that cat.

There was nothing he wasn't good at.

Sports, music, women,

and we'd get up to all
kinds of trouble, you know...

Petty shit, mostly.

You know, we'd steal liquor
from a convenience store

on 63rd street.

You know, I'd distract the cashier

by telling her I want to buy some smokes

and he'd stick a bottle of
Mad Dog 20/20 up his shirt.

I'm not really hearing how
this gets my asset back.

So, one Friday, I shot my
mouth off, I got detention.

And Tucker went to the store solo.

You know, we were
supposed to catch up later.

But that day, the convenience
store clerk call the cops.

There was a standoff.

They thought that the bottle of Mad Dog
that he had wrapped up in his jacket...

Was a gun.

Tucker took two in the back of the head.

See, I ain't supposed
to be here either, man.

Yeah. So...

You're just telling me to walk away?

I'm saying you're young. You're healthy.

You're breathing. You need money.

Do what the rest of us do.

What's that?

Get a job.

Detective Finnegan. Agent Deakins.

We're here to talk to Greg Barrett.

I'll just grab my boss. One moment.

Place has a bit of a morose vibe.

They work in finance.
Basically, the gates of hell.

Who pissed in your cornflakes?

You're here about Greg?

Yeah, that's right.

We told the other detectives everything.

- What detectives?
- From homicide.

Homicide?

Greg was murdered three days ago.

We seem to be playing a
little bit of catch-up here.

Did they say what happened?

We didn't get details,

just that he was found in
his apartment by a neighbor.

I'm gonna need Greg Barrett's address.

Can you tell us about his
recent business activity?

Excuse me?

What he was working on? Who he
was involved with day to day?

I'm sorry, what department
are you with again?

Chicago police force. Major crimes.

Right. Well, I've already
made a statement on the matter.

I'm sure your colleagues

will be happy to fill you in.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Why do I suddenly feel like

this is Hutchings all over again?

Peters.

Hey! Finnegan. What's going on, man?

How you doing, there?

Hey, this is Harper
Deakins, gang taskforce.

- How you doing?
- What happened in there?

Well, some real nasty, medieval shit.

How's that?

They tortured that poor son
of a bitch something fierce.

- No kidding...
- I mean, some over-privileged,

ass-crack in finance gets
his fingernails ripped out...

I'm not shedding any tears

but it is a shitty way to go.

We think this murder is
connected to another case...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You need to talk to Grady and Delsanto

'cause they're running primary on this.

- Oh, come on. You serious?
- Yeah, brother.

Yeah, man, for real. They are.

Christ!

- All right, man.
- All right, bro, take care.

- See that shit?
- Can we get back to the car

before you start Marty Steining?

No. That.

You think your boys grabbed the footage?

Put in a call to Delsanto.

- Oh...
- Oh...

Lucky, man!

- Just like something...
- Give it again...

Do it again, huh!

Oh, yes.

Hey!

Go in there. Fire up that Xbox.
I'll be in there in a second.

Cute kid, Marlon.

What...

Marty sent you?

No, I came own my own.

Well, his mom will be home soon.

Oh, this will only take a minute.

What, Marty tell you, where to find me?

What do you mean? You
work for me, remember?

This address was on the court paperwork.

Well, so is my cell.

Why don't you call me next time.
I don't like these drop-ins.

Well, I need some help.

And you came to me?

Look, I'm looking for a
guy by the name of Levsha.

Russian mob.

What do I look? Eastern European to you?

I just thought maybe you'd come
across his name, over the years.

No, I haven't.

Maybe you have a
contact. Someone that did.

What do you think, my
contacts just meet with a guy,

'cause I tell him to?

Doesn't work that way.

Well, I need an in, Marlon.

There's this bar on Grantham.

The Iron Mule.

Either your guy drinks there,

or he knows everyone who does.

Thanks.

Whoa,

I'm sorry, sorry...

Excuse me, bartender.
Can I get three shots

of vodka, please, if you don't mind?

Come on...

- Here...
- Right.

Two and...

Please.

(Sirsty...

Suka...

Huh?

Suka, huh?

Yeah. Suka... suka, suka, suka...

You know what...

This is for her boss.

Yeah. Fucking boss.

Yeah...

And this is to her scuba instructor...

Now...

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

And this one here...

Yeah. This is for my brother.

That fucking whore. That fucking bitch.

- What's her name? What's her name?
- Huh?

Natalia, that's her name.

Oh, Natalia. Russian?

Mitya.

- Oh.
- You know what.

Let me tell you something.

I gave her fucking everything.

I gave her everything and she still...

You see that. That's your mistake.

For Russian women, it's about respect.

- What do you mean?
- You give them too much...

They fuck your brother.

Yes.

- They fuck your brother.
- I like you.

- Huh?
- You're my new friend. I like your attitude.

Two more, hey big boy!

Two more.

Yeah, okay.

Another one, huh! Oh, look at that!

My babushka, she tell me...

- How much we got?
- Over and over...

Fifty bucks.

"Evgengi, why do always you eat?"

- "Evgengi, why you not sexy like when you are young?"
- Thank you.

"Evgengi, why stomach so big and...

penis so small?"

And one time, one time,

- I buy her dress that is wrong size...
- So small...

She throw me out of house.

- Threw you out of the house?
- Oh!

My wife would let you in.

Get rid of this.

Get rid of this, sloth.

What's her number?

Mitya...

I have a favor...

My wife was texting someone,

- from this place.
- Oh.

His name is Levsha. Know who he is?

Trust me, leave it alone.

Leave it alone, what do you mean?

Who is he?

Vasily Anatov.

You're always running over the mouth.

Listen, Ethan...

This is not a guy you want to fuck with.

Seriously.

- You understand what I'm telling you.
- Yeah, I am.

So, let's drink more

and tomorrow...

You will forget about all of this.

Na Zdorovie! Na Zdorovie!

I got a name.

Vasily Anatov.

A-N-A-T-O-V.

How did it go?

These fuckers can drink.

Okay. 1255 Merrigold Lane.

All right, thanks.

Come on, turn around.

Can I help you?

Yeah, is Marlon around?

- Mar? Door.
- All right.

Was I not fucking clear when I
told you to call me next time?

You know that tip gave me, it checked out.

Good for you, man.

I need your help on something, Marlon.

I've been about as charitable

as I plan to be with you, bro.

I just need a little muscle, Marlon.

Did you not hear me? I
said the answer is no.

No?

Hey! You owe me.

- How is that?
- I vouched for you in court.

I put you on my payroll.

If it wasn't for me,

your ass would be sitting in jail.

No, that's the deal you
made with Marty, not me, bro.

You know what I wonder?

I wonder how your probation
officer would react

if I told him that you
never came in to work.

You come over here
looking for muscle, man?

You really think it's a
good idea to threaten me?

Marlon, everything okay?

Yeah, baby.

Just about done.

Hmm. She's beautiful.

You think she'll hang around

if you go back to prison?

So, I imagine this has to do with
the name I gave you earlier, right?

Yeah.

Greg Barrett was an MIT grad.

Single, no kids.

Plays golf with his buddies
from the office every Sunday.

Hasn't had so much as a
speeding ticket in five years.

That's not a lot to go on.

Usually it's an overdose
with these guys. Coke, heroin.

But nothing like this.

- What else?
- I've been looking into his clients a little bit.

But nothing to raise any flags.

What about this?

Looks like he's been making
a lot of trades with Stein.

All on the up-and-up.

Most of them pretty damn lucrative too.

But nothing that would
bring on this kind of wrath.

Obviously you don't know the guy...

- Any hits on fingerprints?
- Lab's still out, probably be another couple of days.

What about credit cards? Unusual
purchases, that sort of thing?

No, nothing to suggest
Barrett was into anything.

Then how do you explain this?

Pissed someone off.

No. That's not what
"pissed off" looks like.

"Pissed off" is a nine to the chest.

This is something entirely different.

This is professional. It is clinical.

It's someone who wants information.

Probably just should've given it to him.

This is the security camera
footage from the lobby

of Greg Barrett' building.

Wait.

Go back.

Okay. Stop. Play there.

Freeze it.

Holy shit!

Who's that?

That is Ethan Kelly.

That name is supposed to mean something?

It means Marty Stein's involved.

That's what that means.

I'm looking for Vasily.

There.

Sit, sweetheart.

Come...

Hmm.

What is your name?

Well, you can come
here, you know who I am,

but I cannot know who you are?

It's Jennifer.

It's Jennifer.

Hmm...

Gary's my uncle.

Your uncle is not answering my calls.

My uncle's dead.

Well, this is very brave then
of you to come here like this.

- I didn't have a choice.
- No?

Look...

I know what he promised you.

I know what your agreement was.

Hmm.

What's it about, Jennifer?

Hmm?

You've come here to
make another arrangement?

I know where Mia is.

Good.

Then you tell me when she is dead.

No, I can't. That's...

"I can't... "

Get out, huh!

- You're wasting my time, go.
- Look. Please...

I'll give you the address.
Can you send somebody else?

I lost my dad. I lost
my uncle... I don't...

I won't want to lose
the rest of my family.

Okay.

Okay, okay. Jennifer,
Jenny from the block here.

You write down the address, right here.

Okay.

Okay, Jennifer.

Okay.

Bravo. Thank you very much. That's...

That's very helpful.

So...

Barrett's assistant says that Ethan
and Greg, they knew each other.

Apparently, Ethan went into the office

and caused some shit a couple of days

before Greg was found.

What the hell is that?

What?

You stole the fucking file?

It's not like they're
doing anything with it.

Do you know what this is?

This is an addiction.

You are an addict.

You're a Marty Stein junkie.

You think Ethan Kelly just showed
up in that apartment by accident?

Wait for the lab to bring
back the fingerprints.

If they're his, he's in the
system. We will nail him.

I've done this dance too many times.

That guy is careful. There's
no way he left fingerprints.

So then what?

You... Have to go talk to Marty Stein.

And say what?

Fish around. Pretend like
you're a fucking detective.

If I go to Marty and I
start asking about Ethan,

he's gonna know something's up.

Okay, so don't ask questions,
give him what he's paying for.

He's not paying for shit anymore.

His assets are frozen, thanks to you.

For old time's sake.

Tell him you caught Barrett's
murder, about the security footage.

About Kelly.

I don't think Marty Stein
has anything to do with this.

Patty.

We are going to get him.

We're gonna wind up like Barrett.

If you don't have the balls, just say it.

Call me as soon as you're
done talking to him.

Where you going?

Hey, little man.

I'm going out just for a little bit.

- Can I come?
- No.

Go back to bed. And don't wake your mom.

She needs her sleep.

Okay.

He'll see you now.

Thanks for seeing me.

Patty.

Where are you? I told you to call
me as soon as you left Marty's.

Give me a call, it
doesn't matter how late.

Oh God.

Wake up, Vasily.

It's time to talk.

Who hired you?

Hmm?

Who hired you, Vasily?

Hey, look at me.

Who's behind this?

Who's behind this?

What do you want with Mia?

Why are you after her? Mmm?

Is that the best you've got?

No, no, no. I'm just getting started.

It's just a little bit of pain.

- Mmm-hmm.
- You're a soldier, yes?

- Yeah.
- Iraq or Afghanistan?

Fuck you.

I was in war, too.

Chechnya.

Well, I don't give a shit about your war.

You think I don't know
your type? You play at war.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Okay.

You know what, Vasily?

If you don't tell me

what I wanna fuckin' know,

you're gonna be here a
long, long fuckin' time.

And I can be here all day and all night.

Compared to what we did in Chechnya,

you are not shit, you
fucking American pussy.

You're gonna be lickin' this fuckin'
American boot when I'm done with you.

- You hear me?
- I hear you.

Start talkin'.

Why don't you give me a shot?

I thought you didn't do this anymore.

I don't.

Mmm.

Patty?

- Lily.
- I'm sorry...

I know it's late, I just, I had to...

No, what? What's wrong?

Patrick didn't come home.
Nobody knows where he is.

You know who I am?

Mmm. Let me guess.

You're a loud-mouth nigger.

Don't be disrespectful.

This is a favorite spot of mine, actually.

Yeah? Well, you have
terrible taste in spots.

Oh, you're only saying that because
this is your first time here.

Well, let me show you around a little bit,

before you make up your mind.

See, I spent my formative years here

getting an education.

My ma, God bless her.

Always said that a man needs a trade.

Lucky for me, I got pretty good at it.

And you know what I
learned from this place?

How to tie someone like you in a chair.

Pour gasoline all over them.

Then, light a match.

And then...

But see, that was the old me.

I found myself recently at a crossroads.

I keep tellin' myself,

that part of my life is over, you know?

And maybe it is, maybe it ain't.

Sorry to say, it's behind you
until you're faced with it.

Mmm-mmm. Now see...

Today's been a little bit of a scramble.

So we don't have a lot of time.

Now, otherwise...

I will show you what
this place really can do.

My apologies on that.

I guess I'm gonna have
to give you the dime tour.

Now my friend has a question,

and I'm gonna have him
ask you one last time.

Then, I'm gonna light you on fire.

And watch your skin melt right
off your little commie face.

Ethan.

Ask this gentleman your question.

Who sent you?

Mmm...

I was hoping you'd say that.

Marty Stein.

What?

What did you say?

Marty Stein sent me.