Rogue (2013) s03e10 Episode Script

Previously on Rogue - What is this? - Guns for product.
Are you telling me Marty Stein is a drug dealer? Stein ain't no dealer, Stein's a kingpin.
We need you to tell Marlon you know where Leo's hiding out.
I do? We're gonna give you an address where we'll be waiting.
- What's this? - Peace offering.
Her brother's about to walk in into some sort of sting operation with the feds and said she was gonna drag you down with him.
- DEA.
- Drop your weapon.
Drop your fucking weapon.
- We can stop this right now.
- It's too fucking late.
- Where is he? - Fuck you! Where Hello.
Oh.
Oh, dear God.
What the fuck you doing? Hey! Harper? where in the hell have I gone I woke up this morning undressed might have been a little too drunk I can't get you out of my head you shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love I got a little taste, now I can't get enough you shot me up, baby, with a wonderful love running through my veins like a top shelf drug What the fuck is this? Why do you have Hutchings' camera? - What? - Why did you have Hutchings' camera? That's what this is about? You couldn't just ask me? Did you get it before or after the murder? I'm worried about you, I am.
I gotta take a piss.
I do.
I really fucking do.
Why would you withhold that from me? I didn't know it was Hutchings' camera.
You didn't know it was Hutchings' camera? I wanted to take some sexy shots of Lily, you know, boudoir lingerie, I don't fucking know, so I go down to evidence and I grab a camera, and I didn't know it was Hutchings', big fucking deal.
- It's Lowry.
- Oh, what are you gonna tell him? - Jesus - Deakins.
- Did you run an op outside the task force? - I can explain.
Is Finnegan with you? - He's right next to me.
- Did he know about this? - No.
- Listen, you get your ass in here right now, and you bring him with you.
He's puking his guts out.
Something he ate.
I gotta take him home.
You didn't yell for help.
- What? - When I was on with Lowry.
If you had me handcuffed to the handrail, and you were on with my boss and I had nothing to hide, I'd be screaming my fucking head off.
Hmm.
Maybe I didn't scream my fucking head off because I was trying to hide from my boss that my partner has gone fucking crazy.
But you didn't tell him that I'm dirty, did you? - So, maybe you don't believe it.
- Gimme your phone.
- You're nuts.
- Gimme your fucking phone or I'm calling Lowry back right fucking now.
You're fucking You're nuts.
Where the fuck are you going? You're done sabotaging my investigation.
Come on! Fuck! Why didn't you call 911? You keep asking me these questions, man, when you should be out there trying to find out who did this.
Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to calm down.
Listen, some motherfucker killed my sister! You're asking me to calm the fuck down? Calm down.
Stop struggling.
Sir, stop struggling.
What's going on? I took a shower.
In the middle of the morning? What happened, Marty? Oh.
Marty Stein.
Someone killed, um, Talia.
I'm down at the Northwestern CPD.
Hello? Marty? Marlon, do not say one fucking word until I get there.
You hear me? Yeah.
Bring my clothes too.
Marty? Talia's dead.
- Marty? - Not now.
Ethan, I need to see you right away.
Door.
Do you have a problem with my leadership, Deakins? No, sir.
Then why did you go outside this task force and run an op without informing me? I needed to act quickly.
You made me look like I don't know what's going on with my own agents.
I made you look good by bringing in Jason Williams on a conspiracy charge.
You are on thin ice, Deakins.
Can I speak to him now? He's waiting on his public defender.
Where happened to his fancy Lake Shore representation? No one showed.
There's no evidence that my client had any intent That's bullshit.
We have him breaking down a door with an M16 in his hands.
Where's my lawyer at? How come I gotta have this dumbfuck? Yours didn't show up.
Marlon gave you up, Jason, he's not gonna send any fancy lawyers.
One person had that address Marlon.
Provided by me.
That's game, set and match.
He set you up.
Marlon's not gonna save you this time, son.
It's time to start telling the truth.
You know who that is? Nope.
What about him? Nope.
Really? That's Leo.
That's the guy you were sent to kill.
He's already ID'd you as being there that night.
You remember your little brother though, right? We never found out who did that to him.
I liked him.
He was a good kid.
He liked you.
He looked up to you.
He wasn't cut out for no gang.
Needed looking out for.
You should've looked out for him.
He was your little brother.
- I looked out for him.
- No one cared about him.
No one fucking cared.
I cared.
I did.
He was my brother.
Did you love him, Jason? Did you love him? It's a simple question, you don't need a lawyer for this one.
- Did you love him or not? - Yes, of course I fucking loved him Someone found out he was snitching, didn't they? Someone inside the Kings? So, who took him down? Was it Cups? It was Cups, wasn't it? Okay, but he didn't order the hit, right? That was Marlon, wasn't it? Had to come from the top, right? And here you are, protecting him, protecting the man who killed your little brother.
You gonna go down for this, Jason, or you gonna go down for some bullshit notion that you've gotta protect the scumbag who ordered your own brother to be shot like a fucking dog? Who ordered the hit on Leo? Who ordered the hit on Leo? Marlon Dinard.
Where'd you get the M16? Marlon has a storage locker.
I got a situation.
I need to know if you are with me or you're not.
Well, it depends on what it is.
Marlon is in custody and Talia's dead.
- I'm listening.
- I need to move some guns.
Lots of 'em.
More precisely, you need you to move 'em, M4s, M16s, grenade launchers lotta shit.
Marty Stein, the gun runner, huh? I didn't see that one coming.
You wanted in my business? That's my business.
Yeah, well, I'm not interested.
I'm not a fucking courier, get someone else to do it.
I believe, were it not for me you'd be on your way to a federal pen as we speak.
You're sure you wanna use that card? - You only get one of them.
- I wanna use that card.
Okay.
Where do I go? Where you pick 'em up, where you drop 'em off.
There's a union contact on there, he'll give you a truck.
Call me when you're done.
Deakins.
Jason's saying there's a shitload of guns in that locker, the whole Kings' stash.
We gotta move fast if we're gonna get them off the street.
Talia Freeman's dead.
- When? Uh - This morning.
Aunt came home from church, saw Marlon Dinard sitting there, with her in a pool of blood.
CPD has him over at Northwestern.
That's your second CI in a month.
I know.
IA's gonna wanna talk to you and I can't have your back, because you didn't think to bring me in on the fucking op! - I'm sorry.
- God damn it, Deakins.
You make sure they hold Marlon.
He must've found out she turned, that's motive right there.
Okay.
But right now, we need to get our hands on those guns.
_ Hands in the air! In the air, now.
Now! Step away, Mr.
Kelly.
You're here for another interview? Let's check this out.
You better not be talking to my client.
Busy morning, Stein? - Just the usual crap from your office.
- Not this time.
Your client was found at the crime scene, holding the body of the victim.
Jesus Christ, Fred, can you be more callous? The body was his sister.
And then there's the conspiracy charge.
Word just came down from my counterpart in the Gang Taskforce, one of Mr.
Dinard's associates, a Jason Williams, has named him as co-conspirator in a murder attempt on a federal witness.
I'd would like a moment alone with my client, if you will? So what were you doing at the storage locker, Mr.
Kelly? I was moving furniture for a friend.
- Your truck was empty.
- Oh, I was checking the space out first.
You keep popping up in my investigation in the strangest ways.
Why is that? I don't know, uh, maybe you're not very good at your job.
First, at Adam Hutchings' house.
The same Adam Hutchings who was harassing lawyers at Marty Stein's firm, the firm you work for.
That's a coincidence, don't you think? Then your face appears on a fake passport at a print shop run by the Kings.
- Mmm.
- Coincidence number two.
And now this.
You add up enough coincidences, you got yourself a class-A felony.
Am I under arrest, Special Agent Deakins? - Does it matter? - Excuse me? You'd just make a call, have someone get you out of here, like last time.
I didn't realize that's the way it went down.
You see, I thought you just came to your senses.
- You know what I think? - Hmm? I think Marty Stein got you out of here that night.
- Well, that's a theory.
- Here's another Marty Stein was involved in the murder of Adam Hutchings.
Well, it sounds like you should be talking to Mr.
Stein.
You got a real set of balls on you, I like that.
Well, I wish I could say the same thing about you.
See? That's what I'm talking about.
If we were at a bar, and you asked if you could buy me a drink, I'd say, "Why don't you take a seat?" Hmm.
Well.
Then who knows That's right.
Who knows? - Hmm.
It could be interesting.
- That it could.
Unfortunately, one of these days all of these pieces are gonna fit together and they're gonna tell me you're in this shit up to your eyeballs.
And then I'm gonna nail you.
Agent Deakins, we all have our job to do, don't we? If you're not arresting me, I'm done helping you do yours.
- Sorry about your friend, AJ Baldwin.
- Yeah.
It's a shame what happened to him.
Well, he had a lotta issues.
But thanks.
It's good to see you again, Agent Deakins.
Sorry about Talia.
Hmm.
Yeah.
Do you want to tell me what happened? I came round to Aunt Ruth's for Sunday brunch, and there she was lying on the floor.
Did you see anyone? Would I be sittin' here right now if I saw sombody Okay, okay.
Okay, Marlon.
I know this is tough.
I need you to just stay with me and just stay calm.
Can you think of anyone who might have done this? Can you? Marlon, if you want me to help you Shit, man, you, man, you know Talia.
- She pissed people the fuck off.
- Enough to kill her? I got a lot of people coming at me right now.
Could be the Breeds, looking for payback for Ty.
But either fucking way, when I find out, I'mma punish the motherfuckers, man.
Let's just focus on one thing at a time, aight? I'm gonna get you out of here.
And - Is Jason gonna hurt us? - What? - He knows about the guns? - Yeah.
He knows about the storage locker? He's the one that put 'em there, Marty.
Okay.
Just sit tight, I'm gonna get you out of here.
I just need to make a phone call.
- You got something more pressing right now? - Yes, I do.
I had someone move those crates.
I gotta make sure there was no trouble.
The guns ain't there, Marty.
- What? - I said the guns ain't there.
I sold 'em.
I'm sorry, what? You sold my guns? I traded them, more like.
It solved my supply issues, so thanks for that.
Are you kidding me? Are you out of your fucking mind? You sold them to who? Are you out of your fucking mind? Hey, excuse me, - I said I needed a moment with my client! - Marlon Dinard, you're under arrest for the murder - of Talia Freeman.
- This is a joke, right? That's a sad That's very fucking funny.
- His aunt - That's very fucking funny! Stein, his aunt just informed us she saw him hitting his sister a few days ago, said their shit was getting out of hand, said she was frightened of him.
Do you have any idea how quickly I can get that dismissed? You didn't let me finish.
The feds say Ms.
Freeman was part of a confidential operation, in which your client was the target.
- What the fuck are you say about Talia? - We believe Fuck what you believe, man.
We believe that he found out she was snitching.
That's motive for murder.
Marty, what the fuck is he talking about? - What the fuck are you talking about - Get him out of here.
Marty, you better get the Get me the fuck outta here, man! Let's go.
You're sure you don't want to keep him overnight? I'll get him eventually.
I got in.
Pretty tight password.
- And? - And there's nothing on it.
Oh.
- But I found a ghost.
- A ghost? Yeah, that's something someone's trying to delete.
I managed to restore it.
Well, partially, anyway.
- Thanks.
- Sure.
People call me a conspiracy nut, but that's just a way to dismiss what I have to say.
What I write about aren't conspiracies, they're simply the way powerful people do business.
Ready? - Can you state your name? - Norma Jean.
But you can call me Marilyn.
Are you aware that your net worth is almost $45 million? Oh, my.
Now, and this is very important, when did you start running guns? Shit! Docket number 387265.
The state of Illinois vs.
Dinard, Marlon, T.
Charge is murder, first degree.
How do you plead? - Not guilty.
- Remand, Your Honor.
Your Honor, my client sells chandeliers.
And in his free time, he viciously murdered the victim.
- I'm sorry, were you there? - I saw the crime scene photos.
Oh, you saw the crime scene photos? Well, if you would actually bother to go to the crime scene instead of looking at a few pictures several hours after the fact, you might have seen my client's grieving, his anguish, his shock at finding the body.
It was his little baby sister, for Christ's sake.
- Mr.
Stein.
- She was 29 years old.
My apologies, Your Honor.
My point, Mr.
Dinard was going to his Aunt Ruthie's house for his regular Sunday brunch with his family.
He found the body of his sister lying in a pool of her own blood.
So Aunt Ruth saw what happened? She was at church, thank God.
Your Honor, my Mr.
Dinard is a fixture of the community, a small business owner, Turn Of The Century Lighting.
You probably know it, on Ashland, across from the Chick-Fil-A.
Nice touch.
He supports and takes care of his elderly aunt.
- He funds numerous local charities - If I may, Your Honor, the defendant is currently the subject of a federal criminal investigation for, among other things, conspiracy to murder, drug dealing and money laundering.
And I was just about to give you the key to the city, Mr.
Dinard.
The defendant will be held without bail.
- That's not my gun.
- I am still impressed every time it works.
No, Diego took this puppy off a cornerman in the Heights.
Although your guy wins the trophy for the best of the day, 'cause this, Special Agent Deakins, is military surplus.
- Our military? - Yeah, from the Delaware Armory.
It was sold by the US military along with lots of its friends to, you guessed it, the Chicago PD.
- What the fuck? - Yeah, that's what I thought.
I got crate numbers, shipment dates, etc.
, etc.
Looks like you guys could take on the Third Reich.
Yeah, I took two in the leg back in 2012.
That's why they stuck me here.
It's not exciting work, but at least no one's shooting at me, right? Oh, here you go.
Forty crates left Dover, Tuesday.
Forty arrived here, Wednesday.
- Can I see them? - Yeah, they are right over there.
Do you guys get a lot of military surplus? Oh, yeah, guns, grenades, RPGs.
Costs the city half of what the feds pay for 'em.
Yeah, you gotta love those accelerated troop drawdowns, huh? That's all from Uncle Sam? Mmm-hmm.
You know, we check the first 10 crates off the truck, mark 'em with a red dot.
Standard procedure.
I need to see the others.
Yeah, uh, Evans, Rigby, bring the rest in for inspection, please.
Great.
Great.
Be my guest.
Here you go.
- All good? - Yeah.
That's good.
Got it.
There she goes.
Looks like you guys need to update your procedure.
I want the man who signed for the these.
In two years, I get my 20.
No one has ever accused me of shit.
Everyone gets the cherry popped eventually.
The thing is, Officer Vitorelli, still haven't got past officer.
Why is that? Eat me.
Maybe next time.
Right now, I wanna know why a crate of military M16s left Dover, Delaware, weighing 322 pounds and arrived at the CPD armory weighing 314.
Or why on June 14, a crate of RPGs started out at 379 pounds and arrived at 376.
I mean, I can go on.
I've got a list of about Well, how the fuck should I know? Because for the last two of your almost 20 you were paid to know.
You signed for every questionable delivery.
I don't need this shit.
You walk out that door, you're gonna be in cuffs and sent to Metropolitan Correctional faster than you can say, "Supplying military weapons to gang members.
" I don't know anything about any gangs.
Well, you have a lot of blood on your hands.
You should sit down.
You can either talk to me or you can talk to a judge.
If you talk to me, maybe you don't have to talk to a judge.
All I know is that this guy comes to me and says that he'll give me if I move the crates that they marked out of the bottom of the pile before the bosses make their checks.
Make sure they don't get opened.
And you didn't ask why? A name? You gotta know who's paying you.
It was a different guy almost every time.
There's a guy driving the truck.
- J.
Till Shipping? - That's it.
Whaddya got? Guns were transported by a private shipping company and taken somewhere between Dover and Chicago.
Well, that narrows it down.
The trucking company was called J.
Till Shipping.
So? So after we cut through all the corporate shell game bullshit, one of the owners of the Crown building was a Jackie Till.
The Kings were using the Crown building to launder drug money.
Maybe this Jackie Till connects the guns and the drugs? I don't know, maybe she's the brains behind this whole damn thing.
Fucking Patrick.
He was supposed to get me an address for Till.
I swear to God, sometimes that boy is useless.
_ _ No physical address for Till or the shipping company.
Okay, well, you call Guthrie.
She'll get you an address.
And Deakins, you will keep me informed on this.
- Did you set me up, Marty? - Jesus! Jesus Christ, you scared the fucking shit out of me.
Did you set me up, Marty? No, I didn't.
Hold on.
I could fucking kill you right now.
- I didn't set - I I just spent three hours in a federal task force being questioned about weapons that I got no fucking idea about.
All right, that explains it, I've been calling you for the last two No, I didn't set you up! One of Marlon's boys rolled over on the storage locker.
Think for a second! Why the fuck would I set you up? I need you! Two days ago, I got out of federal prison with a clean slate and you just put me back on the radar.
Yes, you and me both.
Why would I do that? Fucking Marlon has fucked up everything.
I got just a All right, that's my responsibility, and I am sorry.
I am going to make this up to you.
Yes, you will.
Why're you running guns to some lowlife steet gang? They don't get to keep them.
They're my delivery boys.
They're just a means to an end.
They were supposed to be.
Look.
You wanna work with me, I wanna work with you.
It's time for the big picture.
Let me just ask you something.
Why did you leave Harvard after 9/11? Why did you sign up? You already know the answer to that question.
Just humor me for half a second, will ya? You said you wanted all this? You coulda had it threefold by now.
You altered the path of your life, why? Because I love my country, and I wanted to save the people that live in it.
I love my country too.
Maybe too much.
After 9/11, I would've followed you to the recruitment tent, but they don't take bald guys with paunches.
But lemme ask you this, where are we now after all this time? All the sacrifice.
Your sacrifice.
It's a fuckin' mess! Iraq, Afghanistan, it's a free for all.
We don't even know who to support anymore! Tribal alliances, right, they bet the roller with the hot dice.
Butterfly in Havana.
It's a fucking shitstorm over there.
You still haven't answered my question about the guns in the streets of Chicago.
The guns are not gonna stay in Chicago.
There's a big cyclorama behind my little game here, Ethan.
And big, big money to boot.
This isn't the Cold War anymore baby, this is the hot one.
You've seen it firsthand.
Fanatics and fundamentalists.
It's a holy war to end all wars.
From the Ayatollah to Bin Laden and now the shit has spread.
Sunnis and Shias, Muslims and Christians, Persians and Arabs, Jews and everybody else and they'll be shooting at each other for the next 30 years.
It's small arms warfare from here to eternity and I want in on that fun.
- So, you're running guns into a holy war, is that it? - Yeah, that's right.
The Kurds, for now.
They're fierce but under-armed.
And, for now, they're on our side.
Balance of power.
Protects the long game.
Keeps the peace.
Whatever semblance of peace we can grab onto.
That's my play.
How can I help? I'm a businessman.
Supply and demand.
Supply the low side and keep 'em honest.
It's as old as Khrushchev's shoe.
Have you lost your mind? I certainly fucking hope so, like Thomas Paine.
Let me make something very clear to you, Marty.
I'm not interested in your little Charlie Wilson war.
Really? Huh.
I don't get it, money, money, money, money.
Money makes the world go round.
As has been said in life and art, "It's business, Sonny, just business.
" I don't like it.
I don't like it either.
But business says otherwise.
You love your country? So do I.
Protect our national interests.
Oil makes the world go round and bullets are flying in the jet stream.
Seventy years, we've invested in Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Kuwait, Israel, schools, factories, highways.
We've built cities out of sand.
We conquered and colonized, stamped, paid in full.
The global empire, baby.
Love it or leave it.
Okay.
Where are the guns? The Los Almas Muerto cartel.
Well, good luck with that.
Oh, my God.
Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.
Man, did I have you pegged wrong? They got me behind the eight ball.
I want those guns back.
And I can't get 'em without you.
We did this right, we could've been in business until you've got great grandkids.
What's in it for me, Marty? What are you thinking? A lotta commas and a lotta zeros.
I was thinking percentage.
- Partners? - Partners.
Not partners.
I'm an independent contractor.
Understood? Understood.
Commas and zeros it is.
How's this? It's a start.
_ Lowry, Guthrie gave me an address for Jackie Till.
Um It's not making sense.
I'll call you when I have something.
Right this way.
Jackie, my love.
I've a visitor for you.
Hello, Miss Till.
I'm Harper Deakins.
I'd like ask you a few questions about the Crown building, if that's okay? Oh, she's not very talkative.
Although, you should hear her when we have pancakes.
Blueberry pancakes.
Tomorrow, sweetie.
The dance.
I can't be late.
Teddy doesn't like to wait.
- How long has she been here? - About two years.
- Really? - Why, is there something wrong? She bought a building last year.
You must have the wrong Jackie Till.
My red dress.
It gets Teddy all hot.
Sure it does, sweetie.
Does she ever get any visitors? Her son comes by once a week.
Sometimes these help them remember.
Here.
That's him.
Nice fellah.
There was also some skinny guy who came by, wanted to talk to her, said he was making a movie.
Pleasant young man.
Adam Hutchings? I don't know, I don't remember his name.
Thanks.
- Which one of you is Stein? - That would be me.
Well, Mr.
Stein, you have quite a set of balls on you.
I do walk with a limp.
Who's he? This would be my associate.
You need two people to ask a question? You need three to answer one? Shit, you must be a good lawyer.
The guns Marlon gave you He didn't give me anything.
The guns Marlon bartered for drugs.
I want them back.
I'll give you the street value of the drugs.
I already have a lot of money, Mr.
Stein.
Well, you wouldn't be here if you didn't want more.
I'll double the price.
Don't you read? Money is the root of all evil.
Those guns, that's something special.
Well, then we have a little bit a situation here.
You want to keep the guns and I'm not leaving until I get them back.
That is a situation.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck? I thought we could figure this out like You know what? Go ahead and shoot him.
I just want my-- Let me see your fucking hands! Let me see 'em! Don't you fucking move! Don't fucking move! Now Can we negotiate like proper businessmen? I can't get you your drugs back, obviously, 'cause they're already out on the street.
You don't want money.
You just bought yourself a war with the nastiest fuckers you'll ever see.
Well, then, maybe we oughta shoot this piece of shit.
Go ahead, kill me.
You'll be dead by tomorrow.
Can we please stop acting like eight year olds? Look, you don't want money, I can't get you drugs.
But there is something I can get you, something you cannot get for yourself, something you truly need if you wanna succeed in America.
And what's that? A United States senator.
You never know when one might come in handy, especially in your line of work.
You get a senator, you get a judge, you get power.
And then you are truly protected.
Just like home.
And you can do that? You know Bob Richmond? He's about to become a US senator - from the state of Illinois.
- Yes, of course.
Robert Richmond speaking.
- Bob.
- Marty.
Bob, how you doing? I'm good, Marty, polls are up three points as of this morning.
Well, that's great, Bob.
Listen, I am representing a new interest group.
Uh huh.
And we would certainly like to know that we have your support when you go to Washington.
I'd be glad to help, Marty.
Well, that's great, Bob, thank you very much.
Yeah.
Still up for poker Friday? Yeah, Bob, I'm I'll see you Friday.
If I don't deliver on my word, I'm sure you can find out where I live.
Do we have a deal? Sorry about your guy.
About fucking time.
My ass is numb, I peed onto God.
Jackie Till is your fucking mother? Hutchings knew about the guns, didn't he? That's why he was murdered.
What guns? No, do not bullshit me now, Patrick.
Tell me about the military weapons that you and your friends were ripping off.
I swear, I don't know any Jesus! Do not fucking push me.
I'm calling Lowry right fucking now and I'm telling him you're in the shit up to your neck.
So, did you find J.
Till Shipping? Yeah, actually, sir, about that - Okay, okay.
- Well, what is it, Deakins? Spit it out.
I gotta call you back.
Tell me everything.
Fuck.
I don't know, four, five years ago, I'm sitting alone in my cruiser, two or three in the morning.
This fucking asshole in a navigator flies by on Michigan, doing 120.
Now, normally, I don't give dick about speeding tickets.
Probably just some fucking dude rushing home to get home to get laid, but this guy just kinda fucking pissed me off, you know? I mean, the arrogance of flying by a cruiser on Michigan, doing 120? So, lights, sirens, the works.
I pull him over, and I am expecting a fight, you know how it is.
But this guy, this guy, he apologizes to me.
Can you believe that? No excuses.
No babe in the car.
Nothing.
He says he just likes to drive fast.
And he knows Michigan, at 3 AM, is empty.
I write him a ticket.
He thanks me, he drives off.
This guy, Marty Stein.
Two days later, I get Bulls tickets sent to the station.
Floor fucking seats.
No strings.
A week after that he takes me to Alinea.
Meal cost two grand.
- Just the two of us.
- What did he want? Nothing.
We talked hoops all night.
And it goes on and on like this.
We have a ballgame, a meal, whatever.
He didn't want anything? He says he admires first responders, and he wants to show his appreciation.
- And you believed him? - The guy's a lawyer, Deaks.
He's a great one.
He lies for a living.
And a couple months after that, he calls me over to his house.
His housekeeper, she's got these speeding tickets.
I've done worse for my cousin Brian.
He's an asshole.
Then, a few more months after that, it's a Sunday, Cubs-Dodgers.
We're sitting so close I can smell the pine tar.
He asked me about a detective in my precinct.
What kind of guy he is? Does he drink? Does he play around? Shit, we all do.
After we go for beers, and I open up to him.
I mean, we're fucking buddies, right? I tell him about my mom.
You didn't tell me about her.
She was in the state hospital.
It was like Cuckoo's Nest.
Worse.
They let these people shit themselves.
They clean it up next Tuesday.
This is my mom, Harper.
Marty says, "Fuck that.
" "I'll take care of it.
" Next day she is in this private joint, round-the-clock nurses.
So, yeah, maybe he started asking for some more, for, like, warrants and stuff, but the guy is paying my mom's bills.
He's the one that got me assigned to task force.
Fuck.
All I had to do was keep him informed about the Kings.
If we were planning a bust, - when, where, shit like that.
- Shit like that? Jesus Christ, Paddy.
None of this ever bothered you? I didn't think about it.
No, you chose not to.
Did you know about Hutchings? Hutchings stole some file from Marty's firm.
Marty says, "Go get the file.
" You know, clean house, make sure nothing's there that attaches Hutchings to Marty.
And that's when you took the camera? I swear to God, I didn't know they were gonna kill him.
Yeah, you did.
You're a detective.
You sure as shit fucking knew, and then you went around telling Marty Stein every fucking thing I was thinking.
- Only what he asked me.
- Fuck you, Patrick.
Did you know about the guns? I swear on my life, I swear on my mother's life, I know nothing about the guns.
I turn you in, I get Marty Stein.
Yup.
You turn me in and my mom's on the streets.
You turn me in and I go to jail, and I am dead within a week.
You know that, Deaks.
I'm begging you.
I didn't know shit about the guns.
It's me, Harper.
Please.
You're going to make yourself crazy.
That's the real leader of the 13th Street Kings.
Marty Stein.
Check that, you already are crazy.
Marty Stein is using the Kings to steal US military weapons en route to Chicago PD.
Adam Hutchings found out.
He was about to blow the whistle, Marty Stein had him killed.
There's nothing on that board directly connecting Marty Stein to any of this.
- There's Talia.
- Like I said, nothing.
His firm did the closing deal on the Crown building, they represent Marlon Dinard and employ Ethan Kelly.
Makes for a good story.
Doesn't do shit in court.
What if I could prove Marty Stein is connected to J.
Till Shipping.
Then, maybe, you have something.
Can you connect them? - Yes.
- How? Deakins? Sir? Can you connect Stein to J.
Till Shipping? No, sir, not yet.
Okay, then.
But you wanna take a shot at Marty Stein, you better not miss.
In the meantime, you need to finish up your paperwork on Jason Williams.
_ Thirty hours.
Is working with you always gonna be this boring? Only on days ending in "Y.
" You all right? What are you, a shrink now? I've been called worse.
As Hemingway said, "If it feels good, afterwards, it's moral.
" Well, then we should be celebrating.
Stein's first rule.
Never celebrate when someone's pointing the gun right at your balls.
Who's pointing the gun? Mr.
Marlon Dinard.
I thought you guys were tight? Marlon wouldn't be the first dog to bite his master.
He knows way too much about my business.
Well, keep him happy, use the Marty magic to get him off.
Maybe that scares me even more.
Why is that? You know what, fuck it.
We should celebrate.
Let's get the good stuff.
I did okay.
- We got my guns back.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
"A man of the law belongs to the law, and that places him beyond judgment.
" You read my Kafka? That's you, isn't it? No one is beyond judgment, I'm afraid.
Yeah, but you been pretty good at evading it.
So, what are you going to do with the money I gave you? You mean, the money I earned? You still wanna work for me? I dunno, I was thinking about starting my own firm.
Maybe getting back into the intelligence business.
Who knows, maybe you'd be my first client? Fucking Harvard.
- family.
- What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck do you know about family? - Where is he? - You're a loner, and that means Where is he? And you stick your fucking nose in everybody's business.
And you destroy everything you touch.
We can stop this, you know that? - We can stop this right now.
- It's too fucking late.
- So, I'll be in cuffs, right now.
- Where is he? - And you're about to join me.
- Where is he? - Fuck you! - Where Oh, my God.
You can't talk to me without a lawyer.
Your lawyer, Marty Stein, is exactly what I need to talk to you about.
Listen.