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Previously on Rogue...

This micro-chip belongs to my employer.

It's currently in the
possession of Detective Annou.

The chip and the warehouse,
they're connected.

How do you know that?

Because the same guy that killed Oaks

is the same guy that asked
me to get the chip back.

I tried to have the chip analyzed.

It's classified. As
in national security.

Whoever is doing this, they have pull.

And, what can Kelly do?

He's got an in with the detective, he
can get the chip back with minimal fuss.

Ooh. That shot really hit me.

You and me, Ethan, we're scorpions.

We sting, and we are better off for it.

There you go.

Give me the chip.

Get out of here.

Motherfucker.

Open the door, Kelly!

Kelly! Open the fucking door!

Honey, why is your shoe up here? Alice.

Take them inside.

Okay?

You can just throw
it over there for now,

but you got to keep them in the house.

Be right back.

Hey.

Hey.

Is everything okay?

What are you doing here, Ethan?

I don't know, I was just, um...

You remember the swing
set that Ray bought?

I think he saw it on some

late-night infomercial or something.

The next day we were at Home
Depot before it even opened.

It's early, Ethan.

God, he hated instructions, didn't he?

He fucking hated 'em.

Wouldn't even look at 'em.

And then Spud came over, of course,

and he had to put in his two cents.

That was a fucking disaster.

Yeah, five hours later,
my three geniuses...

No, it was four.

Cheat was there, too, remember?

I remember.

Looked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa

by the time you guys
were finished with it.

You know what my favorite part was?

Spud got on the swing and it busted off

and he fell right on his ass.

Well, it didn't help that
you guys were shitfaced.

We were a little drunk, yes.

Ray loved being a father.

We're fine, Ethan.

I know.

I know you are.

You don't have to
keep checking up on us.

Maybe I like it.

Ray made the decisions Ray made.

Donna, you don't have to say...

No, I want to.

I was angry for a long time.

And you coming back

made me realize how angry I was.

And I hate to admit it, but maybe...

Seeing you helped.

The girls like you being around.

And me, I just...

Just got to get used to the idea.

I gotta go to work.

Who the fuck are you?

My name's Aaron.

Where the fuck is Kelly?

He asked me to make sure you're okay.

Do I fucking look okay to you?

Where the fuck is he?

You fucking drugged me!

I'm sorry, but I can explain. Okay?

Where's my gun?

Where's my gun?

Go ahead.

My phone.

- You can go, Aaron.
- He's not going anywhere.

Clea, he had nothing to do with this.

It's all me.

Look at me, hey...

If you wanna arrest me,
I'm not gonna resist.

But let him go.

Get the fuck outta here.

You're under arrest

for assaulting a police officer.

You have the right to remain silent.

- Anything you say will be...
- It's in my pocket.

The chip in your watch is in the pocket.

Take a look.

Clea, I had to borrow the chip.

And I knew you wouldn't agree.

So you fucking drug me?

No harm came to you. Nobody hurt you.

- I'm calling for backup.
- Okay. Look, hey...

Just give me a minute.
Let me talk to you

for just a minute, okay?

I had to use the chip
to raise some money.

- You understand?
- How?

You know what? Don't
even fucking answer that.

You're shady as fuck, Kelly.

Some friends of mine were in trouble.

It's over. Hey, it's... It's done.

Clea, I didn't have to come back.

I could've disappeared. With the chip.

And then you really
would have been fucked.

Because they would have come after you.

And I'm supposed to be fucking grateful?

Just listen to me, please.

What was the name of
the girl at the overdose?

- What was her name?
- Maria Alvarado.

Did you ever find out who killed her?

What about the little girl

that they put a fucking
chip in her head?

- What old was she, 12?
- Thirteen.

You think she's dead?

Hmm?

Maybe she's still out there.

Don't you want a chance
at finding her, Clea?

Do you?

If you think by arresting me,
that it's gonna help you...

Go ahead.

Whoever these people are, Clea,

they gave Oaks a blank check

to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

He killed a good friend of mine.

If you think that I
don't wanna bring them

to justice just like you, you're wrong.

Thank you.

The first thing we need to do is

we need to figure out
who these people are.

And how do we do that?

We give them back the chip.

What, you're serious?

Think about it, Clea.

You can't use it in court,

you've broken the chain of evidence.

You can't get it
analyzed. It's a dead end.

So we put the chip back in play

and we see where it leads us.

All right, so you give it back to them,

they kill you, and then what?

Well, then you don't have to arrest me,

and they just saved
you a ton of paperwork.

You want to do what?

I'm going to give them the chip,

and I'm gonna follow
it up the food chain.

And that's guaranteed to work?

Okay, look. We don't have
a ton of options right now.

Here's an option.

Take it to Sleader. Level with him.

No.

For all we know, he could be in on it.

He's the one that brought
Oaks in to begin with.

Oh, Jesus.

All right. What do you want from me?

Kelly fucking double-crossed us.

What? Wait, what happened?

The motherfucker drugged me.

He took the chip. It's gone.

- Did you call it in?
- I can't.

I never checked it into evidence.

I'm fucked.

Jesus, Annou,

I warned you. I...

I'm at work. Can you meet me?

I'm on my way.

Well, shit, I'm sold.

- Kelly has the chip.
- Are you're sure?

The detective.

She called her ADA friend in a panic.

We picked it up.

Whatever factory made Ethan Kelly,

I hope they make many more of him.

You. You wanna apologize now or later?

I will make the call.

It's Theresa.

Kelly has the chip. Let's pick it up.

And then Annie walks
in and, "Mommy, whoa..."

So much for morning romance.

I had to knock one out in the shower.

Highlight of my day.

Hey, you're not feeling sick, are you?

'Cause I'm three days
away from a week in Cancun.

Look at this.

Genus Corp just switched

to linear regression accounting.

Ah, it's about time.

I guess they got tired
of their yearly audit.

Yeah, but I loved their catering.

Oh...

Lunch special today at Cardello's,

it's the prime rib.

When's the last time you had
your cholesterol checked, buddy?

132.

Fit as a fiddle.

Your doctor e-mails
you your test results?

Aren't you worried

that Putin's looking
at your sperm count?

I'm just glad the IRS hasn't
digitized these files yet

or you and me'd be looking for work.

How's that list coming along?

Eleven companies?

I requested their financials last week.

I'm not holding my breath.

- Did you get it?
- Yeah.

I had to go through a
friend at another division

'cause I didn't want Sleader
poking his nose in it.

Hmm.

All right.

Burner phone.

Thank you.

GPS chips.

Did he call?

Yeah, he wants me to meet
him in a couple of hours.

Is he coming here?

This is the address.
From what I can tell,

it's an abandoned junkyard.

- All right. Ready?
- Yeah.

Go ahead.

All right. We're set.

Good.

Thank you.

For what?

For coming back.

I'm still pissed at you.

You're not off the
hook, not by a long shot.

But I...

I know that you could've
disappeared on me

and I appreciate the
fact that you didn't.

- But you're still pissed?
- Absolutely. Yeah.

Well, how long does that last?

Too early to tell.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Your watch, Clea.

Where you gonna put the chip?

Somewhere out in the
open where you can see it.

You sure you wanna do this?

No.

But you got a better idea?

Mmm-mmm.

Well, then let's light
this fuckin' candle.

All-inclusive. Infinity
pool with a bar.

You know they have Zita bugs there.

It's Zika, Ben.

Zika.

Do I look like I'm gonna get pregnant?

How about you? Where are you taking
Sam and Annie for your vacation?

South Dakota.

People vacation there?

Sam's mother lives there.

- Our therapist says...
- Oh, what?

I'm not a good enough friend to talk to?

Oh, believe me. It's not my idea.

We just sold the last prime rib.

Oh, wow!

Can a guy not get one
thing that he wants?

Is that too much to ask?

You are having a sunny-side
down day, my friend.

You're late.

Yeah, well, there was a lot of traffic.

Chip.

What's the rush?

I want to get home for Judge
Judy. Gimme the fucking chip.

Oh, you'll get it.

When I speak to somebody
above your pay grade.

Oh, yeah?

Like who?

Like whoever's steering the ship.

That's not gonna happen.

Gimme the fucking chip.

You know, you can shoot me now.

Or you can shoot me later.

I mean, really, what
difference does it make?

You go back to your
boss without the chip,

and you'll be joining me

wherever it is you stash the bodies.

Today's your lucky day.

Get in.

Get in or you don't meet the boss.

Where's the chip?

I wanna speak to the person in charge.

Where's the chip?

You can do whatever you want, pal,

it's not gonna change my answer.

I'm gonna start you at 15 on, 15 off.

You don't tell me what I want to know,

I'll move you up to 30 on, 30 off.

Where's the chip?

The person in charge.

They taught me how to do
this on the towelheads.

And here I am doing
it to one of our own.

American hero no less.

It all comes back to us in the end.

Like everything in that fucking war.

The chip.

Fuck you.

You hear me. Fuck you.

All right.

You win.

You withstood a great deal of
pain to get to see me, Mr. Kelly.

Well, here I am.

Speak.

You've got my full attention.

What is it you want?

The person in charge.

You're not him.

Your funeral.

Fuck you.

Where's the chip?

Fuck you.

You hear me?

Fuck you.

He didn't buy it.

I don't know.

But if we keep going,
we're gonna kill him.

This is Detective Clea
Annou, I need backup.

No, I'm okay. I'm okay. Cancel that.

Cancel that.

"Enhanced interrogation."

Yeah.

What a freaking joke.

Every time they talk
about this in, uh, Congress

or the press or wherever,

they talk about how this
simulates the feeling of drowning.

Doesn't simulate the
feeling of drowning.

You are being drowned, am I right?

A person can drown in as
little as a cup of water.

Anytime liquid enters the
air passages and lungs,

even if someone doesn't die immediately,

it can still turn fatal.

Most people don't realize this.

There's a whole host of
medical complications,

pneumonia, renal failure,

that can come on later.

And they call these delayed fatalities

"secondary drownings."

I mean, I'm not a doctor...

But I like to read about these things.

Struggling is one of the key stages

to unconsciousness and death.

That final fight can be so intense

that in more than 10%
of drowning fatalities,

autopsy will often
reveal ruptured muscles,

predominantly in the
neck and chest, shoulders.

Given all that,

I am particularly impressed
by your ability to withstand

what we just threw at you, Mr. Kelly.

I stuck my neck out for you.

They said you were a thief.

You couldn't be trusted.

You'd never get the chip back.

And you proved the doubters wrong.

I know how to show my appreciation.

Where's the chip, Ethan?

Regan, it's me.

I'm gonna need you to
pull everything you have

on Theresa Archer and the Ombello Group.

I'll explain later.

Why are we here?

Tommy Williams.

Cannot say that I recognize that name.

He's buried right over there.

Is he a friend of yours?

More like family.

I see. What happened to him?

Detective Casey Oaks happened to him.

That wasn't on my orders, Ethan.

Let's just say that Oaks,
he was little out of control.

Little too independent for our liking.

But he's not a problem anymore.

He's gone. And you're still standing.

So why don't you tell me why
you really brought me here?

You know, I moved back to this city

to try to start over again
and I thought I could...

Right the wrongs of my past.

It casts a long shadow.

I was hoping to get a little
bit of sunshine, you know?

I've come to the realization

that you can't change who you are.

And what is that, Ethan?

Somebody who knows you
people all too well.

Somebody who can be a
considerable asset to you.

- You want to work for me?
- Yes, ma'am.

I don't think so.

Why not?

I passed your test.

I got you the chip back.

And yet I don't see it.

I'm as good or better
than anyone you have.

So use me.

I need you to run a plate for me.

Here.

Thanks.

You doing okay?

What?

It's been a long time since
somebody asked me that.

Or worried about me for that matter.

I was worried.

How are you holding up?

Seen better days and some worse.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

When you were being tortured,

you didn't know how it was gonna end.

No.

What were you thinking about?

I was thinking about making
it through the next moment.

Then the next, the next.

I mean, honestly, I was
thinking about living.

I'll drink to that.

My mother, um,

she used to make this bebinca.

It's like a sweet, sweet dessert,

and her grandmother used to
make it for her as a kid in Goa.

And the customers loved it.

And after she died, my
dad, he tried to make it,

but it wasn't any good.

But the customers kept
coming, out of respect for her.

And they never had the heart to
tell my dad it tasted like shit.

He eventually got it so it was passable,

but it was not like hers.

It was the last thing she ever cooked.

She got lymphoma.

And it came on out of nowhere.

It was really fast.

And one day, she's lying in bed,

she's so weak,

and this thing kicked
the crap out of her.

She was a ghost even before she died.

Anyway, I was sitting
there and I asked her

if she was scared of dying.

And I was seven,

I didn't know what the
fuck I was talking about.

And you know what she said?

She said...

"I never think about dying.

"I only ever think about living."

Yeah.

Here's to your mother.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

How about a drink?

Did you really just ask me that?

How are you doing?

I'm still here, Regan.

Come and sit.

Thanks.

Okay. So Theresa Archer is
the CEO of Ombello Group.

Management consultants.

I interviewed her after
Daniel Jameson died.

He was her partner.

Company comes up clean.

They pay their taxes.

Support a shitload of local charities.

Your model corporation.

But get this...

During the Iraq War,
she was a consultant

for Bluewater Private Security.

They were big-time players over there.

After the War, they sent her
to the Green Zone in Baghdad.

The Wild West.

She was Bluewater's liaison

to the Coalition Provisional Authority,

advising them on the use
of US private security.

That's where she met Jameson.

She told me they met in the States.

Well, she lied.

They made a shitload
of money over there,

and they used it to set up
their own company, Ombello.

Their two other partners,

Garret Bledsoe and Michael Reynolds,

were also consultants for
the Coalition Authority.

After the war, their
company made a killing.

Their client roster ranges
from petroleum companies,

software start-ups, local government,

local branches of Federal agencies.

What about private security companies?

Two.

The ones that Theresa was
working for in Baghdad?

Well, they've changed their names

to bury the stink of their
activities over there,

but essentially, yes.

What about the guy she gave the chip to?

Couldn't get an ID on him,
but the plates on the vehicle?

They're military.

Jesus.

Why can't we arrest her?

For what?

I don't know. Torture.

Did you see it?

No, I...

Then it's Ethan's word against hers.

We have her on camera taking
possession of the chip.

Inadmissible. Chain of evidence.

Fuck.

I fucking hate the law.

Look, we saw what these
people were capable of

when they killed Oaks.

We know they have a long reach.

But if we go after them half-cocked,

they'll have an army of over-priced
lawyers tying us up in litigation

before we even get close to this thing.

Meanwhile, whoever else is involved

has plenty of time to disappear.

What do you suggest?

Well, this morning, we didn't
know who these people were.

Now you're in with them.

You're essentially an
undercover operative.

Yeah.

We do this the old-fashioned way.

Build a case, gather intel.

You work your way up the ladder,

play the long game.

That way, when we move
in to make arrests,

our case is iron-fucking-clad and
these pricks have nowhere to run.

I swear to God,

you're enjoying this, aren't ya?

Well, before it was just
a bunch of dirty cops.

Now it's a huge corporation.

Our odds just got immeasurably longer,

but I know prosecutors
who wait their whole lives

to just get a sniff at a case like this.

What do you think, Clea?

Give me a second.

Yeah?

I'll be there.

They want me to check in to Room 7,

Harmony Motel downtown
at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Here's to the long game.

So you're Ethan Kelly?

You are...

You must have really impressed
someone on the top floor.

Yeah? Why's that?

Well, they got me
looking after you for one,

and I don't waste my time.

Now, this is Hector Ramirez.

At some point today, we don't know when,

he's gonna show up at this motel

to sell approximately two keys
of Mexican black tar heroin

to a man named Victor Young.

Now, the amount doesn't concern us.

What concerns us is that
Victor Young is operating

without our approval.

You're gonna interrupt that deal,

remove the product.

Once you've done so, you'll use
the phone that you've been given

to call the number on the back.

I'm your new Casey Oaks, huh?

Oaks was an amateur.

You have a nice day.

You too.

IRS Special Investigations.

Hey, it's me.

You're late.

Yeah...

Sam's come down with whatever
it is that Annie's got.

I'm waiting for the GP
to call in a prescription.

I'll probably be there in an hour or so.

And infect my sanctuary
with the H1N1 virus

two days before I go to Cancun?

No, you're staying home.

No, don't be stupid.

Did you know that there are
2.7 million bacterial cells

per square inch in most schools?

Your kid is a walking ad for the plague.

Stay home. I got you covered, buddy.

Ben, get up here, will you?

Oh, kill me now.

I'm coming.

We have a problem.

Ben Olson isn't going in to work today.

Shit!

Emily, cancel my
meetings. I'm going out.

Morning, sir. Your toilet flooded?

You got the wrong room.

Hey, how's it goin'?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Ramirez's buddy. He's taking a shit.

Fucking guy sure picks his time.

Do you have the product?

Yeah, I got it.

Go to Cardello's on Union.

Go through the restaurant
to an exit door at the back.

This will lead you down to the
basement where they'll be a dishwasher

by the name of Mekhi waiting for you.

You give him the bag.

He'll give you $100,000 cash.

You bring that to us.

I'll text you the address.

Understood?

Yeah. I want another
meeting with Theresa.

Well, don't fuck this up.

And I'm sure she gladly
buy you a cup of coffee.

Well, it seems our boy
has a soft spot for you.

Who doesn't?

Shit.

License and registration, please.

Here you go.

You got something against stop signs?

Ah, I didn't see it.

Brake light's out, too.

Yeah, somebody rear-ended
me the other day.

Why the rush?

I've got a VFW meeting in a few minutes.

You served?

Yes, sir. Three tours.

Look, I already ran your plate,

so I gotta give you a
ticket for the brake light.

I understand.

It's a "fix it" ticket.

Thanks a lot Officer, uh, Parvey, huh?

Drive safe.

Take care.

Yeah?

They have me doing a drop at Cardello's.

Why do I recognize that name?

Same restaurant that Oaks sent me to.

Maybe the owners are
connected to Ombello.

I'll have Regan look into it.

All right, I'll call you afterwards.

Okay. Do that.

Be safe. All right?

You too.

You Mekhi?

Yeah.

All right. Lemme see it.

The money first.

All right. Go out through the back.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

I need a bus at 1545 Charteris Lane.

Double homicide.

I'm in pursuit of the suspect.

Well done, Mr. Kelly.

Theresa will be with you momentarily.

Wait here.

Where the hell do you want me to go?

Go back!

Come on, man move that.

Fuck.

What's happening?

I don't know, there's been
some kind of explosion.

The Hoover Building on Union.

Dispatch, this is Detective Clea Annou.

Dispatch.

Turn the car around and drive.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Kelly.

Theresa's been detained.

She won't be able to see you today.

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

Hey, Clea, it's me.
Call me back, will ya?

Hey, sweetie? What can I get for ya?

Uh... I'm gonna have a coffee

and how's your apple pie?

- Top five.
- Oh, yeah?

- I'll take it.
- Okay. Comin' up.

Hey, turn it up, would ya?

All we know is it appears something

was placed there to be exploded.

What we know so far is that

a bomb ripped through the building

at approximately 5:15 this afternoon,

destroying the first three
floors on the northeast side.

Twenty-eight people
are believed to be dead,

43 wounded, 18 of those seriously.

This just in.

Authorities have released
footage of what they believe

to be a suspect in today's bombing.

These are images taken
from security cameras

in Cardello's restaurant,

where officials believe
the bomb was planted.

Authorities have just released his name.

The suspect is Ethan Kelly,

a former Army Ranger

who served in both Afghanistan and Iraq.