Previously on Rogue...
Cheat never partied alone.
You need to find out who was here with him.
Yeah, if they're still alive.
- [WOMAN SCREAMING] - No, I don't think that's Sarah.
Who else knew about the money?
Maybe Cheat flashed some cash to some hooker.
What, she kills him and makes it look like an OD?
That doesn't explain the bullet holes.
Now that's Sarah.
So whoever came late to the party...
They find her,
and all hell breaks loose.
Kendra Willis.
Her DNA was all over Cheat's body.
- Yeah, I knew it. - Yeah, I'm going to pick her up.
There's more. The blood by the water... it's Sarah's.
Kendra's dead.
You sure it was an execution?
- Yeah. - Then it is Massoud, no doubt about it.
Why don't you move your families. Put them in a hotel.
- Downtown, somewhere safe. - That was my source at the Pentagon.
Ethan Kelly and his buddies were working private security
based out of Karachi, Pakistan.
We have to send someone in.
Will you do it?
You want to find Sarah?
You go in after her.
♪ There's blood on our hands. ♪
♪ In this perfect madness. ♪
♪ You're living on borrowed time. ♪
♪ Oh, how ♪
♪ You have lost your way. ♪
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[MAN ON RADIO] And that was some smooth groove for you there, Carson City.
It's going to be a warm 71 degrees down down here in Eagle Valley.
And if you're lucky enough to take the day off, you just head out on to the Lincoln...
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
[SPRINKLERS WORKING]
Hey!
Why do you keep coming around here?
Stop! Stop!
I want to talk to you!
[SIRENS WAILING IN BACKGROUND]
I've never seen someone reach for a light switch so fast.
Oh yeah? That's right, I forgot that 9 in your belt was ornamental.
It's been 6 days.
You think I moved my family into a hotel
because I like finding strange hairs on my pillow?
Just to be clear, your working theory is that he tracked us from a desert,
clear across the world to San Fransisco.
But that we really gave him the slip
by moving them into a Days Inn, 10 minutes down the road.
What, are you saying that I'm paranoid?
No. I'm saying is that if it was Massoud,
we'd be cold by now.
6 It's not him.6 Right.
Well either way, that money's been out there for 6 days.
Somebody's going to start spending
and the second they do those treasury servers
- go for our neck. - Stop saying that shit man.
Just stop saying that.
- Ray, you're scaring Spud. - Yeah, Ray, you're scaring Spud.
Well you should be fucking scared.
As long as that money's out there we're exposed.
Okay.
- Do you have any suggestions? - Yeah, we get the motherfucker that did Cheat.
We don't know who killed Cheat.
Fine, fine. We find out where the cash is flagging.
That gets us the motherfucker that did Cheat
and we bury him in the goddamn dirt.
Nobody's burying any body.
Not with San Francisco's finest on our asses, Ray.
We need to be careful, you hear me?
Oh yeah? Now who's scared?
- Do you guys want coffee? - Yeah, look.
It's very simple, Raymond.
We don't have enough clean cash
to service the contracts that we have right now.
We need new business.
- Business? - Yeah.
How can you think of business right now?
You know that if the tables were turned and it was you,
rotting away in a box 6 feet under
Cheat would rain hellfire down on this city to find the guy that did it.
If we don't get new business we go under.
And then all of this
is for shit.
Fine. Then let Spud decide.
- What? - What?
Grow a set, pick a side.
- There are no fucking sides. - There are sides.
There are precisely 2 sides.
Business as usual or sweet,
retributive justice.
This is ridiculous.
Man my heart's beating so fast right now.
Spud?
[SIGHS]
I think that we should... we have to go after the money.
Fine.
I'll get a contract, so your families don't starve.
[DOOR OPENS]
- [SIGHS] - [DOOR CLOSES]
[MOANING]
- [MOANING] - [ELECTRO MUSIC]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
- [ELECTRO MUSIC] - [WOMAN SCREAMS]
[GUNSHOTS]
[WOMAN GASPS, SCREAMS]
Oh. You scared me.
Sorry.
Look, I know that you're going to take this the wrong way,
but no one would blame you if you sat this one out.
Well that's very kind of no one.
She's gone, Travis.
Well I'm glad you cleared that up.
Jesus!
You have no idea what a friend looks like, do you?
You can't burn down the world every time it deals you a shitty hand.
You're referring to my son's murder as a shitty hand?
If you're going to do this
I need you focused.
Do I look unfocused to you?
No.
You look exactly like I did a couple of years ago.
A guy in Cleveland
was strangling stay-at-home moms to death while the kids watched.
Three deep before it came to me.
And I caught that son of a bitch.
But while I was soaking up the win...
Two more bodies turned up.
So...
I know what it's like to feel responsible.
To take it personally.
I got the wrong man.
And those women's deaths are on me now.
Don't do this for Sarah.
Because she's just another mission casualty right?
No.
Because in my experience,
dead people are really bad at giving forgiveness.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
Hi.
Uh, Tom's in the den.
You want to come in?
Great.
- [DOOR CLOSES] - Thank you, Shelly.
- Here. - Thank you.
The Belushi's want us for six
and we still have to stop for the quiche
So a...
Mm-hmm. OK.
[SIGHS]
So, what's up?
I might need you to take Evie for a while.
OK. Yeah, sure. No problem.
Do you remember...
You remember my UC? I told you about her.
- Sarah? - Yeah.
Yeah sure, the $20 sandwich, right?
Yeah.
So there's a problem.
There was a complication.
But you're alright?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm being ridiculous.
[CLEAR THROAT] [SIGHS]
And you have a quiche to get to...
Is she dead?
Yeah. Yeah, we think so.
Hmm.
Well I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible.
And they want me to go back undercover.
Try to find out what happened to her.
Ah...
OK, so what a... what'd you tell them?
Nothing. I'm still thinking about it.
You're going to talk to Evie though.
Yeah.
Course, I'm going to talk to her tonight.
Grace.
She's never going to say anything, so I am.
She has loved these last few months with you.
And all I'm saying...
is, maybe it's someone else's turn.
I'm responsible, Tommy.
Somehow, I doubt that.
Golubovic, Harriet.
[TYPES ON KEYBOARD]
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
Next.
Hamm, Nickolas Barbara.
[TYPES ON KEYBOARD] [COMPUTER BEEPS]
Next.
Nice cravat, though.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[NOISE IN THE BEDROOM]
What are you robbing me?
Only of your clutter, dear.
Honestly, I don't know how you live in this place.
Well, it is certainly getting harder.
And I thought it'd be good for you to do something nice for others,
once in a while.
- And it's good for the soul. - Please, just stop it.
- Mother. - What's the matter?
It's been exciting, having you here...
But I may have to go away for a while. For work.
And I'm sure Marty can't wait to have you back all to himself, so...
- Work? - Yeah, for a while.
What about Evie?
- She's going to stay with Tom. - No, that's not what I meant.
You made her a promise.
- I'm sorry. - I don't think you are.
You made her a promise and now you're breaking that promise.
- [SIGHS] - How can you do that to her?
Do what? I'm not doing anything.
That's ridiculous.
The last time you left your family for work...
Sam died.
Why would you ever do that to them again?
Are you really that selfish?
- That's enough. - Are they coercing you?
Threatening you?
Are they making you do this?
You don't understand, I have a responsibility.
To your daughter.
And what the hell would you know about that?
Mmm?
Nothing, Grace.
I know nothing about it.
Yes, sir.
Understood.
Hey, I think I found some workable options for Travis.
Did you think I wouldn't find out?
What are you talking about?
The DoD.
We're talking about the details of this classified investigation.
That you leaked.
- to an unauthorized contact at the DoD. - I didn't leak details, I made an inquiry.
Yeah, without my permission!
Without your permission?
So that's what this is about? You want to measure dicks?
Do you have any idea of the shit storm you caused?
No, Elliot. I have no fucking idea of the shit storm I've caused
because you don't tell me a damn thing!
And why the hell does the DoD care about laundered money in San Fran?
Okay, I am not going to repeat myself.
Alright?
You know what I know.
But now my boss has the undersecretary on his jock
and I look like the asshole who can't keep his people in line.
I can't tell you how much I don't care if you look like an asshole.
This is the last time we have this conversation.
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
Is that clear?
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE] [CARS HONKING]
Is that clear?
Crystal.
And you can stop looking for Travis's handler.
[SNIFFS]
You found someone?
Elliot?
I decided to keep it in-house.
Oh no. I'm am not a handler.
Don't worry, I'll be around more.
Oh, to keep an eye on me.
Well maybe if someone had kept an eye on you in Cleveland
you wouldn't be in this situation right now.
There'd certainly be a few less bodies in the ground.
[SCREAMS ON TV]
What?
You've been staring at me all night.
Either you're really afraid of zombies or you're
too chicken to ask me if I'm having sex with Billy.
No, I what... Wait. Are you?
Oh, yeah. He totally rocks my world. Want the deets?
Oh, Evie.
Mom.
No. I wasn't...
But I... I did...
I did want to, um...
to tell you how much I've enjoyed these last few months with you.
Obviously.
I'm delightful.
- Kind of. - [CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
I swear to God I'd rather just split for Tijuana at this point.
Next.
Chisari, Julian Bates.
[TYPES ON KEYBOARD] [COMPUTER BEEPS]
Uh.
- What? - Hmm.
Come take a look.
I'm not getting up.
Assistant U.S. Attorney...
out of San Fran,
taking a run at a counsel seat, that could be interesting.
OK, I don't know if you missed the point of the exercise, fucktard,
but I thought we were tracking the money as a means of
avoiding the need for a lawyer.
He worked a case for the Treasury in the past year.
- Two cases. - OK. Let me see that.
Come on. Shift!
[TYPES ON KEYBOARD]
Maybe you think we can find someone better.
Huh, fucktard?
[DOG BARKING]
Well, at least have a nectarine.
Are you insane? It has twice the calories of a peach.
That can't possibly be true.
Not everyone has your metabolism.
Evie, honey. You gotta eat something.
I'll grab an espresso on the way out.
Two seconds, I can make you a waffle.
You're being weird.
Just... just wait.
- Fine, give me the nectarine. - No.
No, I need to talk to you about work.
It's fine. Grandma already did it.
What?
I'm 16. It's not that big of a deal.
Plus, Grandma's here to buy me beer if I need it.
Joke. It's a joke.
[EXHALES]
I already talked to your dad
and I think I would feel better if you stayed with him.
And do you care how I feel?
- Of course I care. - Mom, I just got used to it here.
My friends are here. My school is here.
Billy's here.
Just another adult to help supervise me.
- That's not funny. - It'll be fine, Grace.
I think I remember how to appropriately ruin the fun of a 16-year old girl.
And eat your breakfast.
Real men don't go for that
super skinny look.
Come on.
Ugh! Fine.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm going to leave my emergency number on the refrigerator,
so if there's a problem, then you call...
Then they will text my cover phone.
And it says your data plan's out of date. Yeah, yeah.
It's not my first rodeo.
Thanks, mom. You're the best.
- I love you. - I love you too!
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
OK. I don't think waitress is an option.
What if I was an accountant with a specialty in money laundering?
- That's it. - You think?
That's officially the worst idea you've had all day.
OK. These have to be the most boring criminals I've ever seen.
Corporate intelligence, security consulting.
Four bodies in two weeks?
Well, I would start offing bodies too,
if my job was running background checks
on medical equipment supply companies.
Swat Valley. Military intelligence. Drugs and money.
Tell me one more time, this is not terrorism.
It's not terrorism.
Would you even know if it was?
We're looking for a money source.
How hard can it be? Pretend it's your ex-husband.
Jesus Christ! Would you two just go fuck each other already?
Well you might as well put our divers on standby
so they can fish my body out of the bay when Ethan Kelly makes me.
I still think we stick with hooker.
All this guy does is watch and analyze people for a living.
He's a walking bullshit meter.
They've got a pitch coming up at AFG Labs.
What's that?
Um, a pharmaceutical company.
- Well who runs it? - President is Jack Merrimer.
VP, Nate Schembre.
Well, maybe we could use them.
Looks like our boys are down a man.
Maybe they could use a new driver.
OK. Kelly ran human intel in the military for four years,
and he vets people for a living. He's gonna see through any cover we throw at him.
So maybe we could use that to our advantage.
[FOOTSTEPS]
- Hi. - Thank you.
- It's good to see you. - See you then.
Nate Schembre?
You are Nate Schembre, yeah?
You played for Michigan, tight-end, '05?
Yeah.
- Ethan Kelly man, good to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Didn't you guys go to the national championship game?
Yeah, we did. We lost.
I'm sorry man, I actually had money on you guys.
- Really? - Yeah.
- [CHUCKLES] - Sorry about that.
- You play? - Yeah, Harvard.
Oh.
Man, I broke so many fingers, catching hot rods across the middle...
By the end of the season, I mean my hands were like mitts.
Every time the temperature drops, my knuckles look like a noodle squirming.
- Cheers! - Yeah, man. You as well.
So, what about now?
- What's your racket? - Hey.
Well, I actually run a private security business.
- Excelsior Intelligence. - Hmm.
You?
Pharmaceuticals. AFG Labs.
No shit. I think I have a meeting with your boss, uh...
What is it? 12:30 on Tuesday.
[CHUCKLES] What?
Nothing, uh...
It's a "fuck off" meeting.
I'm sorry?
Jack's had a standing 1:00 lunch reservation
at Monte Bianco since before I signed up.
- Hmm. - Hasn't missed a saltimbocca in a decade.
Well, I guess I'll have to be more impressive than prosciutto-lined veal.
- Yes, you will. - Oh!
- Jesus! - Damn. Did I... I'm so...
- I got it all over your shirt. That is... - No, it's...
You know what, let's just put this right down here.
It's fine.
- Look-it, that is a disaster. - Yeah, look at that.
I'll bet they have a spare one in the back.
Why don't I go ask them. You are so cute.
[CHUCKLES] Uh...
- I'll be back in a minute. - Yeah.
- You don't go any where. - Alright, I'll be here.
- Pleasure to meet you. - Pleasure to meet you.
Good night.
Well, you're no hooker.
Johnny Hooker?
- Robert Redford? The Sting. - Oh.
Yeah, I'm more of a Paul Newman type.
Hmm, I bet.
- Hmm-mmm. - Hold on.
You give me the wallet...
And you leave.
And I don't call the cops.
Now, you're not as much fun as that goofy red hair makes you look.
And you're not as charming as the pseudo southern accent makes you sound, honey.
And where does that leave us, Sugar?
Oh, I guess a little tired and irritated.
I'm sorry, that's not my idea of a party.
You sure you know what to do in this situation, handsome?
[EXHALES]
How was that?
Unsatisfying.
[CHUCKLES]
[FOOTSTEPS FADING]
[MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND]
[INDISTINCT]
Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.
- I think you dropped that. - Oh!
- Thanks. - You got it. Have a good night.
Chisari has a week spot for this site.
I'm telling you. This is our way in.
[EXHALES]
[SIGHS]
Did you ever think you were gay?
What?
You know, in high school...
When the girls wouldn't pay attention to you,
start thinking maybe it's something different?
No. Never thought that.
- Right. Good, good. Me neither. - [COMPUTER BEEPS]
Oh!
We got a request from Chisari.
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
I've been standing outside for 15 minutes.
Find someone who can find my car for me.
I'm sorry, sir. Your wife redeemed the ticket.
My wife!?
My wife is in Trinidad with my brother!
And the vindictive bitch that she is,
I really doubt she came back her just to steal my fucking car!
Is there a problem, sir?
Yeah, yeah. There's a problem.
There's a huge car-sized problem.
I run security, so maybe there's something I can help you with.
Well, you can help me find my car!
[CELLPHONE BEEPS]
Hey Eth, what's up?
Hey you got a second? I need you to borrow some satellites for me.
Yeah, sure. What you got?
I'm looking for a black '68 Mustang aftermarket GPS rig.
License plate is 3 Juliet Tango.
Nah.
We ain't seen nothing like that here.
Well it was probably a couple of hours ago.
Maybe one of your guys knows something.
It's just me and Smootch here, grinding it out.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
- Hey yo, Smootch? - Yeah, what?
Opie over here is searching for a vehicle.
Of alleged prolonged acquirement.
You know anything about that?
'86 Stang? Black?
- Yeah. - Tan, leather seats?
Brought in by some Zoë Saldana-looking thing?
Yeah, that's right.
No, I ain't seen nothing like that.
There it be, Opie.
Mmm-hmm.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[CELLPHONE KEYPAD BEEPING]
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSING]
[LINE RINGING]
Where to?
Couple hundred dollars, you tell me the last cab that came to this address?
And where it was going.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
Well look at you, Cracker Jack.
Did you miss me?
Like a UTI.
- How much did you get for it? - Nothing.
I just like driving them into the bay and watching them sink, you know?
Mmm-hmm.
'68 390 GT Fastback. I'm guessing about 110.
But Fig and Smootch aren't really running an auction house, now are they?
So what? 50? Maybe 55?
[CHUCKLES] Please!
A vortech v1 blower and a Paxton hat,
aluminum valve covers and intake,
original AK dash tach, 5 spoke Intra 17 inch wheels?
Damn!
How can you see a classic like that in pieces?
Yeah, wait til I start rattlin' off the product codes, precious...
You know McQueen used to drive that car. You should show a little bit of respect.
Well, let's all observe a moment of silence then.
[MAN PUSHES THE DOOR OPEN]
Cash or cops?
I already heard that one tonight.
Well, maybe that's a sign that your life isn't heading in the ideal direction.
[CLOSES THE DOOR VIOLENTLY]
[CELLPHONE KEYPAD BEEPING]
Can I have auto theft, please?
[EXHALES] [OPENS DOOR]
No, no. That's OK. It's the wrong number.
Jesus!
Maybe you are driving them into the bay.
[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]
[CELLPHONE CHIMES]
- _ - Says here your phone bill's due.
You wanna read my emails too?
The guy deserved it, by the way.
Had his hands all up in my titties at the club.
Oh yeah?
Oh, I guess it's been a disappointing night for him all around then, hasn't it.
[CHUCKLES]
Thanks.
This has actually been fun.
- [CHUCKLES] - Here.
Get yourself a maid.
[CHUCKLES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[LINE RINGING]
Mom, what's wrong?
Yeah, I'm trying to figure out which remote is for the audio...
The gray one, the black or the silver?
No. No.
Vivian, this number that you dialed
is for emergencies only.
So am I supposed to just sit here and read all night?
- Why didn't you ask Evie? - She's out with Billy.
Wait... Now?
At midnight?
Oh, please.
When you were 16, sometimes I wouldn't see you for days.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[PEOPLE LAUGHING, TALKING]
She acts like it's a big deal, you know?
Like life would cease to exist if she wasn't around.
I mean, yeah. It's been OK having her here, but...
Go do your thing. Geez, it's not a crime to have a job, you know?
- Yeah. - Plus Grandma's here.
Although I think that actually might of worked against me in this situation.
Huh.
Then a little baby alien exploded out of her chest
and started feasting on my grandma's face.
Jesus, Billy!
- Sorry, I just... - God, you're such a lightweight.
Did you know...
My dad was working for your mom when he died?
What?
He wasn't even supposed to be working that night.
Um...
- No, I didn't know that. - And she didn't care, she just...
Used him.
I'm sure that's not true.
'Til he was all used up.
Um.
[EXHALES]
I'm going to go get us some drinks, OK?
Yeah.
Hold on.
- Hey! - Hi.
- Can I get a whiskey and a beer, please? - Sure thing!
Hey.
One for me?
I'm digging that milk chocolate thing you got going on...
Hey!
- Billy! - [GLASSES BREAK]
[GROANING]
Stop!
Stop it!
[GROANING]
Fuck!
Oh my God, Billy! You OK?
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
What do you want?
I just want to talk.
I'm billing the Bureau for the time, so talk.
Can you just put down the gloves for a second?
OK, Lenny. Alright, peace.
Peace, Lenny. It's all... alright,
- I want peace. - Fine.
Is that it?
Can I um... Can I come in?
Thanks.
[DOOR CLOSES]
What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?
That I should have turned down the promotion in protest?
How about acting like Cleveland wasn't all my fault?
It was all your fault.
It was your task force Lenny, not mine, not any one else's. It was yours.
You fucked up and if you have to stay mad at me forever, then fine.
Tell me you want out and I'll let you out.
- What? - Out.
If you want out, just say it and I'll call DC and have them...
Send a replacement. Because I can't keep going on like this.
If that's what you want.
It's not what I want.
It's the last thing that I want.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I've been a dick, but...
Don't think that I don't realize, for one second how...
how lucky I am to have you here.
Alright, and you... you deserve a second chance.
But right now I am...
I am in way over my head.
And I need you
at 100%, because that's the only way this works.
Thank you.
For apologizing.
OK, good.
Alright, have a good night.
I just opened a bottle...
[CHUCKLES]
Hi, this is Julian Chisari.
I have a reservation for tonight.
Yeah, I was wondering if I could request room 404.
Yeah, my partner and I just really love the gray...
wall color.
Really love gray.
Oh, OK. Thank you.
- You put the camera in the shower? - Yeah.
OK. We're done.
How does it feel to sleep with the boss?
You tell me.
[LAUGHS]
Who was your last?
Boss?
Come on, you know what I mean.
A New York City fireman.
God, really?
Honest to God, a New York City fireman.
Wow.
God, how do I compete with that?
[LAUGHS] You don't!
How about you?
Me?
What?
You want me to regale you with tales of my many, many, many conquests?
[LAUGHS]
- God, there it is. Right there... - Hmm?
How ridiculous you can be. That's why I knew I was in trouble.
Come on, you missed me.
Well at least I understand now why you hired me.
Oh, please. I barely had an orgasm.
[LAUGHS]
[DOG BARKING]
Come on.
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSING]
[SNORING]
Shh.
[SIGHS]
Shh.
I wanna see about some more of that.
Storm the castle!
Oh, my God!
Yeah!
My liege!
I'm so, so sorry.
You send that forward.
Oh!
[LAUGHS]
Oh, yeah. I got that right there.
Look at that guy, look at that guy.
- You're not, you're not... - Wait a second, wait a second.
Oh, my God.
[CELLPHONE CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
Oh, come on. When you've been married as long as I have,
you got to get ideas where you find them.
Ooohhh.
- Is that.. - That's gotta hurt, right there.
[LINE RINGING]
How you doing?
Good. I think.
Nice to be back.
Yeah? Any problems?
My mother's insane.
Well, I'll make a note of that in the case file.
How about you?
You ready?
Yeah.
I briefed the guys at AFG Labs.
They're playing ball.
Good.
So, uh... what's he like up close?
Mmmm.
Typical dreamboat.
Confident. Mysterious.
Knows his 1st gen American muscle.
Is he gonna cause us any problems?
They never do until they do.
Well, we'll be waiting.
Yeah.
Well, I'm going to stay ready just in case.
And if I sleep,
it's gonna be with my safety off tonight.
What does that mean?
Come on, Lenny.
Sarah's disciplinary record.
My shooting reviews.
Those serial murders you botched in Cleveland?
We were hired because they had leverage on us.
On all of us.
I'm not going to sit here and pretend that someone's got my back.
That's how you get two in the skull and tossed in the back of a trunk.
Keep your head up.
Stop.
Yeah! My liege!
Impressed?
Fortunately, but I don't think your constituents will be.
You are running for city counsel, right?
Are you two insane?
This is San Fransisco.
I couldn't get elected if I wasn't fucking male prostitutes.
But what would your husband think about that?
We have an open marriage, pissfuck.
He was probably sucking cock in the room next to me.
Holy shit!
Is that all you got?
You're trying to blackmail an Assistant U.S. Attorney with a sex tape?
Oh, you two shitheads are so fucked.
Whip out that video again and I'll show you how fucked you are.
Ooh, you hear that Spud? He wants you to whip it out.
Yeah, you might want to take a real close look at the date
on this ID card of that kid you just defiled.
Yeah, we would have gotten a copy of his driver's license, but... you know.
- He doesn't have one yet. - Jesus!
He said he was... he said he was 18.
I'm sure that's going to go over really well with the voters.
OK. Here's what's going to happen now.
We're going to give you the serial numbers of some marked bills.
Talk to your friends at the Treasury.
Let us know when and where they show up.
- Simple. - I don't have friends at the Treasury.
I worked a case there six months ago.
Well, that's your problem.
Piss fuck!
There is nothing more frustrating than forfeiting market position
to leaks of trade practices and designs.
Now,
I know it's getting a little late in the morning, but if you would direct
- your attention please to... - Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Kelly.
Feel free to leave your literature with my team.
Sir? What if I told you I know a wonderful Italian restaurant on the 2nd?
It's not even open to the public yet.
They make a saltimbocca that makes Monte Bianco
look like Hungry Man.
We can continue the conversation there, what do you say?
My daughter is the head chef at Monte Bianco.
Oh.
Almost had it there, Harvard.
It was a good pitch.
Just came in a little hard on the landing, maybe.
Yeah, thanks.
Jack's a traditionalist. But deep down, he knows you're not wrong.
- Wrong about what? - This business is changing.
We've lost ground to Bryant Moore for 7 straight quarters,
due to people exactly like yourself.
I'm starting to worry that if they get their happy pill out of pre-clin before we do...
I might have to start taking an adjunct gig at U.S.F. this fall.
Well,
- let me know if they're hiring. - Think I can do you one better.
Help me level the playing field.
Get me the bio-informatics on Bryant Moore's SSRI
and I will get Jack to reconsider his position.
- How'd AFG go? - It was good. It was fine.
- I need you to run a background check for me. - Some more pharma folks?
Nah.
[FAST FORWARDS VIDEO]
Her.
- Who's she? - Someone who might come in useful.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
[FACIAL RECOGNITION SOFTWARE BEEPING]
Get there. God damn it.
They're up!
How many do they have?
Whoa! I got a match.
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
I got two matches.
Two already.
Another one, Erica Potter.
Jacqueline Parker.
Sloan Townsend.
Marylin Cobb.
That last one's got warrants outstanding for Grand Theft Auto in Arizona and
a B and E in South Carolina.
Wow. Your friend is an interesting woman.
Or should I say, women.
That's all 6?
That was painless.
Hey, good work.
- Hold on. - What?
I got something here.
- What, another match on Cybil? - What is that, 6?
- No, it's 7. - This one's different.
Someone tried really hard to hide this one.
I found it sifting through the cache of the Oakland Police Department backlogs.
Looks like it goes with the imprint from an old arrest report.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.
Is that...
Yeah.
What the hell have you gotten us into?
[SIGHS]
[SEAGULLS CRYING]
Hey, do you know who this is?
Jackie Hayes?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I know Jackie Hayes.
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