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Previously on Rogue...

So Sarah made contact and our target,

Danny Chechowski, also known as "Cheat".

Turns out he started up a company with three of his buddies,

Excelsior Intelligence.

- This your first time? Being a handler? - Oh my God. Is it that obvious?

Mom...

Shelley's pregnant.

We're not investigating Chechowski for running hookers, are we?

- Come on. - Where do they want these?

- Cheat's place. - Which means they want me to fuck him.

Sarah. Listen. You don't need to do this.

Let me go back to Lenny and we can figure something else out.

Welcome to Cheat's!

Party time!

Your endangering my agent by not giving me the full facts?

I don't know if I want to do this.

What are you doing?

Grace! It's me. I'm at Cheat's.

Everything's fucked!

# there's blood on our hands #

# in this perfect madness #

# you're living on borrowed time #

# oh, how #

# you have lost your way #

# you have lost your way #

Oh God.

Yeah!

About fucking time!

- We got one inside. - Get down!

- Face Down! - No. No!

- Ma'am, I said drop your weapon. - Listen to me, I'm on the job.

Drop your weapon! Drop it now.

- This is my service revolver. - Drop the weapon!

- Alright. - Drop it now!

- Face down! Face down! Shut up! - That's my... I'm FBI.

Alright, I'm FBI! My back pocket, check it!

Now!

Slowly.

- She's FBI. - Shit.

Why are you pulling me in?

I need to be out there.

What you need is a refresher on the words "covert operation".

What the hell were you doing flashing your ID?

Trying not to get shot.

A neighbor saw Grace with a gun and called in a possible B and E.

- She had to identify herself. - Not as FBI she didn't.

You use your SFPD badge until we know what the hell we're dealing with here.

OK. What do we know?

Sarah left a message and she was in trouble.

Why?

Well I don't know, she didn't say.

When I got there, the front door was open...

Inside, Cheat's dead in the living room.

There's three bullet holes in the wall. No Sarah.

Outside, I found her shoe on the street,

her car's abandoned, door opened, engine running,

windows smashed, blood inside the car.

Sarah's gone

and we need to make sure that every available unit is out there looking for her.

Play me the voicemail.

What?

Play me her god damn voicemail!

Grace, it's me. I'm at Cheat's. Everything's fucked!

They're after me Grace! They're after me.

Leave me alone!

She never said she was made.

So...

So if someone's holding her, we can't risk blowing her cover

by bringing the whole SFPD inside on this.

Sarah is one of theirs. How long before a local cop recognizes her and word leaks

the missing woman is a UC?

OK. So, how do we find her without outting her?

Lee!

I reached out to SFPD brass.

They're already working this as a priority.

It's strictly as a civilian abduction until we say otherwise.

Detective Matt Lee here will be our confidential liaison with the SFPD

whatever we need from them, we get through him.

We control the flow of information. We protect Sarah's identity.

- So what are we hearing on cause of death? - Chechowski?

So far our prelims look like an OD.

So Cheat ODs, and Sarah's taken...

How do those two even connect?

Everything Sarah's bugs recorded in Chechowski's apartment.

You wanna find Sarah?

Figure out what happened in there.

Alright.

Lenny!

Yeah.

We're only getting feeds from 3 of Sarah's bugs, so either one was a dud or...

She didn't get a chance to finish placing them.

Right. Either way, we need our people in and those bugs out before SFPD finds them.

Alright, I'll coordinate with Lee.

You know, I could be more help to you

if you actually told me what this task force is investigating.

What are you talking about?

Target dead? Agent missing?

Yet you're determined to keep this task force going.

Why?

- Well I'm protecting my agent. - Oh come on, Elliot...

This is me!

What is really going on here?

Lenny, I am juggling a million headaches right now.

Don't be one of them.

I'll get on those bugs...

Do me a favor and just don't burn my meat this time, asshole.

- Don't burn your meat, huh. - Hey, don't disrespect the man's meat.

- That's my job. - How are you sweetheart?

Oh, come on, take it easy. Huh!?

- Beer's in the cooler, help yourself. - OK.

- Did you check on Kyle? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's sleeping.

Spud, how many beers have you had?

- What do you mean? - Two.

- Two, why? - Are you smashed?

- It's a kid's party... - Well save some beer for Cheat guys, just in case.

When's the last time Cheat showed up for anything, sweetie? Come on now.

Well, this isn't your thing either, but you came.

Well... it's 'cause I'm awesome.

Wow, that's sweet.

God damn Cheat man, I swear I got more grey hairs on my balls every morning...

Hey! But outside man...

- What about your geriatric balls? - No, no, I'm saying here I am getting old

and he's still out there partying with 20 year olds. I don't know how he does it.

- Well, coke for brains and cock for a heart... - Hey! Hey! Hey! Language!

- I'm sorry sweetheart. Excuse me. - Yeah, come on.

Let's talk about something else. The place is just cleaning up gorgeously!

The yard really looks great!

We're going to repaint that fence next weekend, you guys up for it?

You know, don't we uh... Don't we have that thing next week spud? That thing...

- Next week... - Yeah, we have a thing.

- I think we have a thing next week, Ray. - Oh, you have a thing?

You, you guys have a thing...

OK, here's your meat lazy motherfuckers. Alright!

Pick it up, eat it. Put it in your mouth.

- Why would you waste... - This is a waste of a perfectly good wiener!

- Put it... - All of a sudden this is a kid's party?

- No, no. Get it in, come on. - Hey!

- Don't waste it. My language? - Hey, Ray! Ray!

Hey, Ray?

- Look Ray. - What?

Alright, take it easy. I got this.

- I'm going inside with the kids. - OK.

- Spud, will you grab me a hot dog? - Which one you want, Ethan?

Yeah, that one right there.

Yeah, that's good. Thanks.

Here you go, friend.

Yeah, sure...

Cheat's dead.

That's not funny, man.

How?

When, Ray?

Last night some time.

Cops said it could be an overdose.

He wants to talk to each of us.

Fuckin' overdose.

I'm supposed to meet with the Hodger people tomorrow.

I think I'll push it back.

Makes sense.

You know we're gonna have a lot of food leftover here if you wanna

- take some, whatever... - Yeah.

I was really on his ass the last couple of days, huh?

Yeah, we all were. But he earned it.

You know Ray, let's not do that thing where we make saints out of the dead.

Cheat was Cheat.

That's good enough.

You're right, I know it.

What kind of questions did he ask you?

The usual...

Were we with Cheat last night, do we know who he parties with?

Hmm...

You know the cop said that

we were the closest they could find to a next of kin?

How sad is that?

He actually has a foster sister in, um...

Hell, I think it's Delaware.

She sends him Christmas cards each year for her kids.

I'll get Spud to see if he can find an address.

What?

What is it?

Well, I never even knew he had a sister.

But you always were better at getting people to talk.

Well, I actually find that you kind of have to give a shit.

- Aw, man. - Makes you think though, right?

Hmm?

I mean you spend 4 years in the sandbox fighting beside somebody...

What do you really learn about them?

Everything.

Hey, I a...

A... They a... They want someone to...

to ID the body.

I'll do it.

You guys be with your families.

The first bug goes live.

Techno at his age. I already hate this guy.

They're trying to take the music out of the track, but this is all we have for now.

Then... sex starts at 10:54.

We sent her in here to gain his trust and try and distract him.

She could have thought of other ways.

Yeah, have you ever been undercover?

What's next?

A fight at 10:58.

Throat's going to shit.

Next we have our first scream.

Female, obviously scared.

Then there's more fighting.

- Then a crash. - The body? Cheat's OD?

Yeah, maybe.

Then there's no new sounds I can make out for the next 4 minutes, until...

this.

Last scream, then the gun shots.

Bang, bang, bang. Probably trying to hit her while she was running out.

No blood.

They missed.

Then what?

Then nothing, just music. 'Til I got here.

So! Sex, violence, overdose and an abduction.

What the hell went down here last night?

Hey! We got our first hit on prints.

For a guy with no criminal record.

Cheat enjoyed some seriously sketchy company.

We got hits for felonies,

possession,

lots of prostitution.

Well, let's narrow it down.

We don't have time to go down a bunch of rabbit holes. Let SFPD take the bulk,

and we'll handle persons of interest.

- What about Cheat's business partners? - They all had alibis.

OK.. Here's how we're doing this.

Grace, see if you can identify Cheat's dealer.

Maybe this was a drug deal that went bad and Sarah got caught in the middle.

And Lee, you vet anyone with violent priors.

Who's prints are on the condom wrapper? 25 B?

Kendra Willis.

Minor possession, multiple prostitution.

Currently on parole.

OK, so maybe Cheat and Sarah weren't partying alone?

- I want to go see her. - I'll do it.

Use your Local badge.

Would you knock that off?!

How'd it go?

There was no foul play.

No trauma.

Looked like an OD.

What a stupid fucking waste.

- Ray... - No, no, man.

All the bullets he missed?

- He goes out like that? Come on! - This is on us too...

That's bullshit! That's fucking bullshit, he was a grown man!

Drowning by inches in that shit? And all we did was sit around and laugh at him.

Are you going to say it?

No?

Fine, I'll be the asshole.

Yeah, that's a surprise...

We gotta go get his money.

I think that's your 8th cup of coffee.

- One more and you win an ulcer. - Yay! Lucky me.

You find the dealer yet?

No, I'm still working it.

You guys find the prostitute?

No, last known address was a bust.

- Waiting for a call back from her PO. - Mm-hmm.

Effects from Sarah's car.

Just released.

You were her handler, right?

I still am.

You called her last night.

I gotta ask.

Uh...

She had cold feet and I called to tell her she could back out.

She never got the message.

It's still on her phone.

Yeah, it's been 15 hours.

You ever heard of Joel Bre�o?

Uh... Sorry.

It was a few years back.

Local, deep undercover for the ATF.

Was missing 6 days.

He was presumed dead.

But we found him.

A little worse for wear, sure...

but we brought him home.

The clock's just a bunch of fucking numbers.

Nobody here's giving up.

Nobody.

Yeah, this is.

Kendra Willis?

I gotta go find Lenny.

_

Hey...

You really don't need to do this. Alright?

Let me go back to Lenny and we can figure something else out.

- SFPD. - SFPD?

Oh my God, I hope being a slob isn't illegal.

- Can I come in? - Uh, sure.

Uh, is Kendra Willis here?

Um, can you just give me one moment, please?

- Okay. - Just one sec.

So um, did you want to leave Kendra like a message?

- Or... - Are you uh-going somewhere?

- Oh no, those aren't mine. - Kendra's?

Did she come home last night?

Oh, I have no idea, I took an Ambien.

Do you know where she went?

Her cell number?

Because all that we have on file is her landline.

Um, I really don't have any of that information.

Sorry.

No contact info?

You know, I don't know whether you're a lousy roommate or a great friend,

but my love, I do not have the time to figure that out.

- Excuse me! You can't just do that. - No, I can... Oh, look at that!

Kendra's number. Shocking.

OK, so here's how this works.

We are tracking Kendra's number.

And if you call her and tell her that we are coming...

I'll be back.

If she bolts for any reason...

I'll be back.

And next time I'll bring the drug dogs with me because those aren't cigarettes.

And I'm betting that this is not a cold.

Do we understand each other?

Thank you for your full cooperation.

You're welcome.

Get some sleep.

Hey, looks like Kendra may be on the move.

We're trying to get a fixed location on her cell.

- Anything there? - Yup.

SFPD just got word of a stolen vehicle

taken outside Cheat's place last night.

You're thinking it was used to abduct Sarah?

Yeah, it's looking good.

Same time, same location.

Won't know 'til we find it.

But we're running the plates through speed cams now, we're putting out a BOLO.

Yeah well, call me the second you get a hit.

What are they still doing there?

I'll tell you one thing, that's not a normal OD response,

- that's a full-on crime scene. - Yeah.

Man, I don't like this, the longer the money's in there...

What, am I boring you?

What's that crazy motherfucker doing now?

- How are you? - Not bad, sir.

You guys have been here all day, huh?

Yup.

My girlfriend and I live in a loft right here.

- Is there anything we need to worry about? - I can't discuss specifics, sir.

OK, well can I ask you a tacky question?

Our agent wants to have one of those open house deals and uh...

no offense, but you guys don't really add to the curb appeal.

Is there any way you'll be gone in the morning?

- If I was you, I'd reschedule. - Oh yeah? OK.

Thank you.

Thanks.

We got a problem. Let's go.

Your parole officer says "Hi".

That guy's a real bag of dicks.

You seem tense.

- Something bothering you? - I don't trust cops.

Occupational hazard.

Can we get on with it? I actually have life.

I went by your place earlier.

Looks like you left in a hurry.

This is my boyfriend's house. I stay here sometimes.

Is that illegal?

Well is this the kind of boyfriend who pays?

Hypothetically? A lot more than he'd pay for you.

So this is who paid too?

Or was he out of the goodness of your heart?

Do you remember all of your dates, Detective?

Because I don't.

Well I bet I'd remember the ones who left their mark...

It's called Shibari.

High class Japanese bondage.

I could lend you some books.

Guess I'm just old fashioned. We call it assault.

Did he do that to you last night?

I was here.

Really?

Because we found your fingerprints on a condom wrapper by his bed.

I said I wasn't there last night.

- I didn't say I'd never been. - Ah.

That condom's from last week when we hooked up.

He's not exactly big on housekeeping and...

with a guy like Cheat, trust me, you always wrap it up.

So you remember his name now.

Are we done? Because I'm feeling pretty done.

Are you sure your boyfriend is going to back up your alibi for last night?

Yup.

Alright...

If you could just write his name and number here.

- Oh! - Jesus!

- Sorry. - He's gonna kill me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry about that.

I'll just... leave you to clean this up.

Yes, sir. Absolutely.

OK. You got it.

Lenny?

- The hooker is hiding something. - Lenny...

I want to run her DNA against any fluids on Cheat's body

to see if I can get any leverage.

Lenny! They found the car.

- Ma'am. - Thanks.

What do we got?

No Sarah.

But dried blood drops besides the trunk.

And a bloody drag trail from the vehicle to the water.

Call the divers.

We don't know it's her blood.

This could all be a coincidence.

She didn't even want to go into that apartment.

She had a bad feeling.

Don't go down that road Grace.

And what road would you suggest?

Don't infantilize her.

Sarah was a professional, she knew the risks. They were hers to take.

So you're saying it's her fault?

I'm saying it wasn't ours.

Go home, Grace.

We'll call you when we find something.

Mom?

Mom?

Hey.

What's for dinner?

We're starving.

I... Yeah, in a sec.

What's wrong?

No, I'm fine.

Evie, honey, could you put the kettle on for your mother?

- Let's get you to bed, huh? - No...

We'll make you some nice hot tea. Come on.

Come on.

Will you tell me what happened?

Was it work?

Gracie, I wish you would find something better to do with yourself.

Well, don't you worry about dinner.

I'll call the Chinese place up the street.

You just rest.

Mom?

- Thank you. - It's just a good thing I'm here.

I can stay as long as you need.

Oh no, no. Don't... don't do that...

Do what?

It's nice that Evie's got to spend time with you, but we don't need you to stay.

We're good the way we are.

Who says I want to stay?

You bought 3 suitcases, mother?

We can talk about this tomorrow. Get some sleep.

You always get too emotional when you're tired.

OK, coming in.

The leader has not yet joined the call.

Well, the divers are calling it a night. The currents are too strong.

- Shit. - Yeah, they'll start again in the morning.

There's nothing more we can do tonight.

The leader has not yet joined the call.

The Bureau?

DC.

Any second now I'm going to have to convince them that I can still run a task force,

despite a dead target, a missing agent, and no explanations.

Last one.

Maybe we shouldn't work together.

Clearly, one of us is cursed.

Yeah, well... I vote you.

The leader has not yet joined the call.

Hey, was it bad?

The dressing down?

They don't tell you that you fucked up.

Not officially.

You pick yourself up, dust yourself off...

This won't affect your career.

Then you find yourself assigned to work that you'd outgrown 10 years before.

- The leader has not yet... - Yeah, I'm sorry.

For what?

For the case collapsing or for not having my back?

Come on, be fair. They transferred me, I didn't get a choice in the matter.

Bullshit!

Hey.

Is it too late to apologize?

Oh, I think that ship has sailed.

Yeah, really? Has it?

Can you just tell me what this case is really about, Elliot?

And don't say, "Prostitution ring".

Tell me that I didn't put one of my operatives

in danger by withholding information.

You didn't, OK?

Convince me. Or loose me.

Because I'm not staying part of whatever this is,

unless you bring me in.

I've told you everything I know.

Alright!

Treasury is interested in dirty money our dead friend was putting into circulation.

- What kind of dirty? - Lenny, that's all they're telling me.

You know, I thought maybe prostitution ring.

Given his proclivities, but I don't know. Apparently not.

Are you seriously telling me that even you don't know what we're investigating?

Well look, I know "What" and until he died, I know "Who". I just...

I just don't know the "Why" yet.

If that is all you know,

then we really are in trouble.

OK, look.

Last night... Last night either tanked us,

or was the break we needed.

If whoever killed Sarah is connected to the money we're chasing...

we can keep moving forward.

But Lenny, I need you on this.

I really need you on this. I can't do it without you.

And if we pull this off...

we are gold.

Agent Howe? This is the Washington Field Office.

I have Deputy Director Flores and Special Agent Tattalight for you.

Walter, Dan. Good to speak to you.

- It's 504 TD. - You sure?

- It's 504 TD. - OK, OK.

I thought you were supposed to be resting.

I gave up.

What is that?

I couldn't remember which one you think smells like feet.

The green or the chamomile.

Yep, the green.

- Oh, sorry. - No, it's fine.

If I have any more caffeine, I'll start peeing coffee.

Thanks anyway, sweetie.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about dad's new baby.

No... No...

That wasn't why I was upset.

And that's not your job.

No, but I'll bet hearing it straight from dad felt extra shitty.

- Mouth! - Am I wrong?

Yeah, it felt extra shitty...

- Yeah. - But that's our stuff.

I don't want you worrying about that.

Yeah.

How are you feeling? About...

The fetus that shall not be named?

I don't know.

Weird.

And kind of guilty, I guess.

Hey.

You know who would of been so excited about having a little brother or sister?

Sam.

Yeah.

Still a part of me is a little bit happy about it.

Are you going to be OK with that?

I'm OK with however you want to feel about it.

- I mean that. - OK.

OK.

Should I take these?

- Yeah, yeah. - OK.

I'll be out in a minute.

Liar...

You can't hide from her forever, you know.

We have a 2-11 in progress at Park and Mission.

Shots fired, officer on scene. All available units requested.

Alright, Spud, here we go.

504 TD, there's a 2-11 in progress at Park and Mission. Report to scene.

504 TD here. Dispatch? I'm on post. Please advise.

Understood 504 TD.

You are relieved of post. Please report to scene immediately.

Let's do this. Come on.

- We're clear. - Jesus.

- What the fuck went down here? - Take a look around, Ray.

I'm going to go get the money. We're out in five.

Cheat's partners are breaking into his apartment.

I'm there right now. I'm watching the whole thing.

- Can you see what they're doing? - Not all of it.

- But they're definitely sweeping for bugs. - Grace, it's Elliot. Good work.

Keep surveilling, but under no circumstances

- do approach or apprehend, am I clear? - What?

These guys are involved. We use this. We bring them in for questioning.

They might know what happened to Sarah.

Right. Do not approach. Do not interfere. Am I clear?

- She's gone. - Fuck!

The money is gone.

Holy shit.

- Holy shit! - Where the hell is it, did he move it?

The way things were with Cheat, who knows, Ray.

Fucking cops take it?

I don't think so. Look man, the place is trashed, there's bullet holes in the wall,

and now the money's gone?

No, no, no, no. No!

Ray?

- This wasn't an OD. - Man, we've been fucking careful!

- Ray. - What happened to Cheat?

- Who? Who killed him? - I don't know yet.

If they found the money, it's only a matter of time before they know everything.

They're going to come after us then.

There's no way they're just gonna to stop at Cheat. Right?

What do we do?

What are we gonna do?