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Previously on Rogue...

I need the police files on an investigation

and I'd like you to go to Alec and have him get them for me.

You think you can you fit a remote access Trojan

to a standard 2-gig thumb drive?

- Definitely. - You're gonna bug their computer?

Gotta get those boys their murder files.

That bitch Grace

is threatening me with the Feds.

You don't bring in half what your daddy did.

Maybe I should let her throw you to the Feds.

Or maybe I should throw you to them?

What can I do for you?

It cost me a lot to get these files.

I want you to do some digging for me.

On a dirty cop called Campbell.

Okay, we're up.

This is definitely not Massoud. This is amateur-hour shit.

Well, okay, then, that's fine. I don't get it. Who killed Cheat?

Come on, Ethan. If this isn't Massoud I'm all ears.

OK, who the fuck is this Massoud?

Hi.

Hey.

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Ray. Ray, it's Spud.

You need to come over here right now. I've been hit.

Ray! It's bad, man. It's bad.

One of Massoud's men, he came over to my place.

Ray. Oh, fuck, man, it's bad.

It's really bad. Massoud...

One of Massoud's men came over to my place and he...

Fuck!

Hey, buddy. What's up?

You need to get over here.

Right now.

Alright. Give me some gloves.

There's no ID. I checked.

Then what happened?

I'm moving some gear back, some clothes and shit...

and I'm in the bedroom...

and I hear this noise out here.

So I grab my weapon

and come out here and this guy's in the fucking corner,

going through all my shit.

Jumps back, motherfucker, like I scared him.

And then he just starts asking for the rest of the money.

He starts asking for Massoud's money.

He said "Massoud"? He actually said his name?

Yeah. And he... he just comes towards me.

And?

What... what do you mean, "and"?

He... Connie and Kyle... they...

- they could have been here. - Well, they weren't, so don't think about that.

I was sure it wasn't Massoud.

Well, now we got a rapidly cooling hajji who disagrees with you.

It's gonna be a long night, Ray.

Help me with this.

We could be on a plane tonight.

There's a lot of bullet-stopping gigs in Mexico.

We go down there and bodyguard judges, politicos.

- We make 150K a year... - Come on, man. Fuck that.

You want to stay here...

- We're not running. We take the battle to them. - You sound like a crazy person.

Any more of his guys, we track 'em down and take 'em out.

- You sound like a lunatic right now. - Hey, Spud. Take a break.

Come on. Let's go.

You cool?

Yeah, I'm cool.

It's not me you need to worry about.

Okay, go.

Wait a second.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't take a picture. Are you kidding me?

- The cops see that, we're dead. - That face is our only lead.

How else are we gonna find Massoud's men?

Smile, motherfucker.

Yeah.

Hi.

Hi. It's alright.

It's okay.

Hey. Let me help you there.

Why didn't you tell me those thoughts were coming back?

It's not like that.

Then tell me.

Tell me what it is like.

I can't.

Maybe we should go see Dr. Rosenthal.

No.

I don't need a doctor.

Sometimes you do these things...

They're for the right reason...

but they're not...

Then you can't remember why you did them in the first place.

It's me. Talk to me. Hey.

Terrific.

- It's okay. - I'm so sorry.

I love you. It's okay.

Breakfast is over in 15 minutes.

- How are you feeling? - Hey. I'm good.

I'm good. Hi.

Hmm.

- Sorry I scared you last night. Okay? - Yeah.

Come on. Breakfast.

You know their waffles can't beat my waffles.

- Okay. I'm just gonna check my emails. Okay? - Okay.

Babe, did you use my laptop?

I know way better than to touch your things.

I charged it before I unplugged it. I know I did.

Honey, come on. I'm hungry.

I'm not gonna be mad. Did you turn it on?

I have not touched it.

Spud.

- Did you guys leave your phones in the car? - Yeah.

- I have mine but it's off. - Give it to me.

- Huh? - Give it to me.

- Why? - Give me your phone!

- What the fuck you doing? - Hey!

- We're being bugged. - What?

There's a RAT on my laptop.

It's a Remote Access Trojan.

It gives users control of everything.

They can turn on the cameras and the mics whenever they want.

- Could that be Massoud? - No.

- His cave monkeys don't have that kind of tech. - Then who?

I don't know. I didn't wait to check. I smashed it.

- You didn't check the virus? - No, I didn't have to.

- Then how do you know, Spud? - Because it was dead. My battery went dead.

- What? - I swear to God I charged it last night.

I'm sure I did. Then this morning it was completely dead.

Completely dead, like it was just ran out.

Someone's watching us, someone is listening to us.

- Who Spud? Who's watching us? - I don't know.

It could be CIA. It could be Feds. It could be military intelligence.

- We gotta leave town. - OK, slow down, slow down. Focus.

We're all stressed. Alright? Look at me.

We haven't slept and your judgment is a little off right now.

- All right, so slow down... - I know what I'm doing, OK!

I know what I'm doing. We are being bugged. I'm 100 per cent sure of it.

100 per cent? Are you saying 100 per cent?

- I'm 75 per cent sure. - Okay.

- I'm 60 per cent sure. - Go get my phone.

- That wasn't news to you? - No.

Connie called me this morning. She said that he had a meltdown last night.

She says she's scared that it's two years ago all over again.

Yeah, what if he's right?

Does he look right to you?

Spud.

Go to Best Buy,

get yourself a new computer

and start running facial recognition software on our special friend, all right?

We need to know where he was staying. There might be more of them.

Look, we'll be careful.

Anything sensitive, we'll do face to face.

Satisfied?

Hey. What did you dig up on this Massoud?

I got three potentials. Kinda guys you'd have to be really dumb to steal from.

Hama Jehangir Massoud.

He's a consultant for sketchy Middle Eastern banks.

His clients have a tendency to go missing.

We have Bilal Salahuddin Massoud.

Ex-Pakistani intelligence.

He took money from Taliban agents he was supposed to be targeting.

Then there's this guy. Fasal Hekmatyar Massoud.

Heroin trafficker.

His profits fund training camps in Northern Pakistan, including the Swat Valley,

that delightful spot that Ethan Kelly vacations at.

And here's the kicker. He's in San Francisco.

God, this is great. How did this guy get into the country?

It was a dead man's passport. Didn't flag on entry.

So what do we think?

They were laundering his money, got a little greedy, started skimming off the top?

That would explain why they're scared of him.

Yeah. I'm gonna check with the other agencies.

- DEA... - No, no.

I want to find out if this Fasal Massoud's the source of the money.

I want to pull him in now. I've got a call with Flores this afternoon.

- I want to have something to give him. - I don't think that's a good idea.

Come on. You should be there.

This is good work.

He should hear it from you.

_

_

I'm not used to being given the brush off.

What are you busy at?

I got a lot on my plate right now.

Let me help you out with that.

What do you want, Nina?

Ever since you resurrected Alec Laszlo, he's been all up in my business. So...

I want a copy of the dirt you dug up on Campbell.

Why?

Because what's bad for Campbell is bad for Alec Laszlo. Right?

- We're gonna have to figure something else out. - What?

You owe me.

- You brought him back into my life. - Jesus Christ, I'm fucking busy.

What, you can't get me some stupid file?

Take you five minutes. What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I haven't slept. I'm a little tired.

Hey.

- Give me the check, will you? - Yes, sir.

There he is. Go, go, go! Go!

- Police! - Hands up! You're under arrest!

Do not move! Do not move!

Up against the car!

Alright, cuff him.

Got him.

- He's secure. - Get him in the car.

Okay. Fasal Hekmatyar Massoud...

What are you? An intern?

You look about eight.

Apartment 1301, 3541 Charles Street, San Francisco?

I do not know whether to sue you for wrongful arrest

or tell your dad to ground you.

So if you're Fasal Hekmatyar Massoud,

why am I holding his death certificate?

Because you

are an under-experienced, over-promoted dog-fucker?

Entering the United States of America under a false identity

is a Federal offense. I can have you detained indefinitely.

Ethan Kelly,

Danny Chetowski,

Brian Kocel,

and Ray Williams. You recognize them?

What do they do for you? They launder for you?

Did they steal from you?

You know, right now,

I'm all that's standing between you and an all-expenses vacation to Guantanamo.

Did you get done with the facial recognition yet?

- I'm working on it. - Come on, Spud. I need an address.

- You want more Massoud guys showing up at your house? - I said I'm working on it.

- What are you doing? - I tugged on Chisari's leash.

- What's that gonna get? - What do you mean? It's like we said.

Any of Massoud's men start spending Cheat's money over,

their numbers come up and we get a fix on them.

Don't keep your date waiting.

So this Fasal Massoud,

you think the boys got the money from him?

That's our working theory.

How?

How did Massoud end up with government money?

- We're working on that, sir. - Work faster, Elliot.

- You understand how embarrassing this could be? - Yes, sir.

And this could help us crack Sarah's murder.

Ah, she's not a priority right now.

- Excuse me, sir? - You heard me.

There's something you don't get about that?

- Elliot's on Flores. - I thought the call was at four.

Elliot pushed it up.

I bet he did.

Agent Kastner is here, sir.

Sorry, I wasn't told about the scheduling changes.

- It's good to see you, Deputy Director. - Kastner,

Elliot was telling me about his big haul.

I have some new Intel on that. Elliot, can I grab you for a second?

Uh, give me a minute. I'll sweat him out tonight, sir.

- I'll have something for you tomorrow. - I hope so, Elliot.

After you lost your operative, there's more eyes on this case than I'd like.

You understand?

Find out how those boys got that money.

We'll have more for you when we break Massoud.

- Elliot, I really think you need to hear this. - I told you, OK? It can wait.

- No, Elliot, it can't. - What is it, Kastner?

Speak.

The DEA just reached out to me.

Seems we have the wrong man in custody.

What?

- Are they sure about that? - Pretty sure, sir.

Okay. Spit it out.

Fasal Massoud is really Sanjay Patel,

- an undercover DEA agent. - What?

They've been laying deep cover for him for two years.

Uh, sir, I'll call them.

They're anxious to speak with you too.

They want the man responsible

for fucking up their two-year operation so they can, and

I'm just quoting here,

tear him a new asshole.

You want to tell me what the fuck is going on over there?

Elliot?

Something insightful to add to this conversation?

I'll deal with it, sir.

Hey, Spud, do me a favor and get Nina a copy of the Intel on Laszlo.

Sure.

- Can I talk to you for a second? - Yeah.

Make yourself at home

and try not to steal anything.

This wasn't easy.

This is all I could get.

So, what does it show?

You can read, can't you?

I finally found the match on our guy.

That's him.

Waqar Kalas. You see who he's with?

It's Massoud's men.

They're here.

We should leave.

No. We do this.

We hit him first.

You really want to go to war with a Federal audience?

The bills you're interested in start in Nevada,

but spread out to the whole country.

We're only interested in new hits.

- Big sums, last three weeks. - Nothing like that.

How can you be so sure?

Unlike you, I finished school and can read a report.

Go back tomorrow. Keep looking. Don't stop until you find me something.

That was a one-off.

I got you what you asked for. I am done.

What was it, now? Rod's All Male Escort Service?

What was the kid's name? Bailey Kluczny?

What do they give you now for statutory rape, anyway?

Or didn't they teach you that in school?

_

Hey!

- What are you doing in here? - Are you a peeping Tom?

- We do security for the club. - That is not security. That is eavesdropping.

- She was looking at our shit. - What were you doing?

- Well, you know, looking for things to steal. - Get out of here!

What? I'm kidding.

You guys are so uptight.

Well, go on. Pat me down.

Not you, munchkin.

You have a copy of the Intel for her?

Thank you.

Ethan...

There you are. You took your time.

What is it? Is Evie okay?

Oh, she's no good to me. She's always out.

- Not with Billy? - Will you relax? She's with friends.

When are you coming home? I'm bored.

This is for emergencies only.

You could have got me killed. Do you understand?

Don't be a drama queen.

And we will talk about this later.

You're free to go.

Good work, intern.

Did you set me up?

- What? - Did you know he was one of us from the start?

Yeah.

I'd compromise a major operation just to make you look stupid.

Fasal was a lead. I didn't tell you to bring him in.

So you were trying to make me look like a fucking idiot?

If you hadn't tried to shut me out by stealing the credit,

I could have told you about Fasal.

So humiliating me in front of Flores was payback?

Call it karma.

This was a bad idea from the start.

What was?

All of it.

As soon as I can ship another analyst from DC...

You can't have me reassign.

Oh, no? They're not exactly lining up to defend you.

This is why you hired me, isn't it?

So you could pin your fuck-ups on me.

It sure wasn't for your track record.

The second they give me your replacement

you are done.

Thanks.

_

You're not gonna believe this.

That money is flagged.

What money?

- What do you mean, "what money?" - Yeah, no, of course.

- Is something wrong? - No.

What do you mean "flagged"?

This guy,

the one talking to Ray Williams,

he's an assistant US attorney.

They got him in their pocket.

He's been feeding them information from the Treasury

about where Cheat's money is showing up.

So this money is flagged by the government?

Oh, yeah, and they know it, which is a hell of a lot more than we do.

- Where'd you get this? - They're bugging the Century Club.

They got this whole surveillance room.

They got eyes and ears on the whole place.

Half the city's business meetings take place there.

They just press record. Sit back.

Maybe that's where they made Sarah.

Yeah, it could be.

We gotta get Elliot on this,

find out why that money was flagged and where it was headed.

Leave Elliot to me.

I don't know, Spud, I mean, what do you think?

Any chance of an address some time soon?

Standing over me is not gonna make it go any faster.

It certainly can't make you go any slower.

Ah, shit. We're supposed to meet Nina and Laszlo.

Hello.

Listen, is there any way we can meet tomorrow?

'No. You said today. Don't do this to me.

Don't leave me here with a pissed-off Alec Laszlo.

Come on, get down here.

I don't want to be on my own with this guy.

Okay. I'll see you in five minutes.

Wait. Where do you think you're going? You got work to do.

Hey! Hey, you!

Hey, you!

Who you working for? Who you working for, huh?

- Cops? The Feds? Who? - Get the fuck off me!

Who you working for?

Hey!

He's a fucking rat! Fucking set us up!

- Get him out of here! - Who is this retard, man?

Come on!

Hey, calm down. Remember where you are.

Fuck you, Grace.

Get him in there. Get him fucking in there.

Massoud is breathing down our necks and you pull this shit?

He put the virus on the USB. He's working for them!

How do you get Alec Laszlo working for the CIA over a dead fucking battery?

- He's in their pocket. - He's a gangster!

- He's in their pocket! - Listen to me.

How do I talk to you for you to hear me?

Because you're not hearing me.

We got way too much on our plate to have to worry about you.

You cannot lose your shit again.

- Do you hear me? - I'm not losing it.

Did you fucking hear me? Answer me.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go see if I can sort this shit out.

Come on, man, let's get you out of here.

Hey. Hey.

Come on.

It's alright. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

It's not gonna be okay.

It's not gonna be okay.

I just wish we'd never stole that fucking money.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, God.

You're back? Where have you been?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What is that?

- It's work. - Well, show me.

Go back to bed.

Spud, I can't help you if you won't talk to me.

I'm sorry. Hey... Hey...

Excuse me?

Boy, are you in trouble.

I think there's a mistake.

I'm an officer of the Federal Government.

Who can't keep his dick in his pants.

Smooth, sexy, satisfying.

And 16.

I didn't know.

I swear I'm not into kids. He told me he was 18.

- He lied. - Yeah. I got that.

He's 20.

What?

His birth certificate.

They doctored the ID.

- You've been played. - I don't under...

Those fuckers! They got nothing on me.

But now I do.

I've found it.

What is it?

Waqar Kalas entered the country two weeks ago.

This is the address he gave immigration.

It's a charity that helps newly-arrived Pakistani immigrants.

Doesn't look like a charity to me.

You have plans for the building? Exits? Layout?

- Nothing online. - So we're going in blind?

Yeah. What's the best way to do this, Ray?

Without any idea of the layout? How long do I have?

We hit 'em today.

According to this I haven't done anything wrong.

Except espionage and theft of government property.

You could be looking at 20 to 30.

Makes statutory rape look kinda appealing.

We're not having this conversation in jail, so...

I'm assuming you want something.

What did you do for them?

They wanted to know where some flagged cash was showing up.

Wasn't that hard. There's a group at the Treasury set up

to monitor the serial numbers they're interested in.

If those men contact you again, call me before you give them anything new.

If anyone from the Bureau approaches...

particularly this man, Elliot Howe...

you don't know who I am.

I don't know who you are.

Attaboy.

Let's go. Go, go, go.

Ethan. Ethan, get in here. Take a look at this.

They got everything up here. They got our families, our kids. Jesus.

Spud, get in here!

- Look at this shit. - Jesus Christ, Ray.

Jesus, this was taken yesterday.

This is bullshit.

I'm getting my family and I'm getting out of here.

He's right, man.

It's my kids up there.

It's my kids.

Sorry, man. I'm gone.

- Your mom home? - She's never here.

Come on.

What are you doing?

- Billy. - Shh, shh, shh.

Billy.

- Come on. - Yes. Go, go, go, go.

Slow down.

Oh, come on. I know you want it.

Please.

Billy, stop.

Come on. Don't be such a kid.

No. Stop!

- Jesus. - Get out.

- I'm sorry. - I said get out.

Alright.

How's Spud? Tell him I said thanks, right?

Nina, I need to warn you about something.

- What? - You might have to get out of the city.

You serious? What the hell are you talking about?

There's some people after me who might be after you too.

Why? Why would they be after me?

- Look, I'm just giving you a heads up. - Whoa, whoa.

You can't leave me hanging like that...

Listen to me. I don't have time to explain.

Then just give me your address. I can come to you.

Don't you ever threaten to come to my home again. You understand?

Account number ending 57126.

Deposits of 45 grand...

73 grand, 68 grand.

Account number ending 35008.

25 grand.

120 grand.

Looks like I'm not the only one depositing to the Richard Campbell retirement fund.

How are you gonna explain

a million and a half on a cop's salary?

You threatening me?

The days of you squeezing me for kickbacks are over.

Juice is gonna start flowing back my way.

That's not how this works.

Maybe not when my dad was around.

But I'm no-one's bitch. I can sink you with this,

and I'm in the clear.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

You can go now.

I forgot to tell you.

You...

are everyone's bitch.

I let you run the docks for three times what your father paid me.

You didn't take your father's business away from him.

He gave it to you.

He wanted you to think you were man enough to do it yourself.

You did nothing.

And in a few seconds you're gonna be nothing.

Nothing at all.

Wow! Is that you?

I didn't recognize you there.

Listen to me. You have never seen me before. You understand?

You got it. You can trust me.

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

Why don't you come upstairs? Talk while I pack.

That was ages ago.

I have sent your mother the emergency text, miss.

According to my computer, she's received it.

I'll send it again. Okay?

I've already told you all I can.

No, you've told me what you want to.

You just need to take my word and run.

Oh, come on, Nina. It's not like you haven't done it before.

Yeah, normally I know who's tailing me.

If you tell me what's going on,

maybe I can help.

Boyfriend?

No, it's the mother.

Why don't you come with me?

We're headed to a friend's cabin a couple of hours north of the city

till I can figure out our next step.

Please sit down.

And how long will you be gone?

It's a one-way ticket.

Is there any other kind?

Does that mean you're coming?

You have to tell me what the hell this is.

Details are for the participants.

Alright. Then I'm in.

- What was that? - Play it back.

- Did he do that deliberately? - Just play it back.

- Hey! - Hey.

- She's cheating. - What is it, girls?

Hey.

No, no. No cheating. Stop it, you guys.

Come on, seriously. No, no, no. Stop.

If you're gonna play like that, I'm gonna take it away.

What's the problem? What's the problem, Alice?

April is taking liberties with the game.

Don't.

No. No, girls.

That's not the way you play. Ray, what are you doing?

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