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What the fuck

It's

also beautiful

Third floor.

Park in front of the red P3 North sign.

Get out of the car.

Keys on the trunk.

Done. You have two minutes to get to the southwest corner of Jackson and LaSalle.

Go.

Okay, I'm here.

Empty the Pringles can.

Ring the bell.

She's there.

Let's go.

They know I'm blocks away. They're making a move now.

Keep the change.

Just hurry up.

Yes, sir.

It's been a little slow lately.

Where is she?

Where is she?

I got her.

It's okay.

We're good guys.

Mr.

Kinney, your daughter's safe.

All right. Got it.

Are you gonna introduce me to your old sergeant or what?

Major.

What, are you shy or something?

Or something.

My boss wants to say thanks.

I didn't help him.

I helped you.

Unnecessary. Okay, but for me, thank you.

For dropping everything and coming to help. You're my friend.

Not necessary.

Well, I owe you.

And I know how to pay you back.

You never told me what you were doing down at Santa Fe when you got my

message.

Checking out the miraculous staircase in Loretta Chapel.

Which is?

Spiral staircase built 150 years ago with two 360-degree turns, no visible

means of support, no use of nails.

Laws of physics say it shouldn't exist.

Didn't know you were into miracles.

I'm into craftsmanship.

So when are you taking off?

Few days.

I didn't know you'd hate it. I'd be half-tempered to join you.

No one else to catch a game with in Chicago?

No, particularly.

Doesn't bother me, though.

I know I'm an acquired taste.

Makes two of us.

Yep.

So if you ever get that ranch, the one with the four or five dogs, give me a

ring, because working the land and drinking beer while watching ball games

doesn't sound so bad sometimes.

How's your dad?

He's gonna get better.

But if he doesn't, I'm fine on my own.

That ranch thing was a joke.

It was funny.

I think I'd get born on a ranch.

No crimes to solve.

Cattle wrestlers.

Glad you could make it in today. Mr. York would like to see you in his office

immediately. What for?

That's a question for Mr. York, isn't it?

It's 4.30.

I took Reacher to a Cubs game.

Fuck's sake, Neely.

I was showing gratitude to someone who helped your firm on a delicate case and

didn't ask for a penny.

Found out this morning that Reacher isn't a licensed PI.

I said he was an MP.

You said PI.

Remember who you're talking to. I was a second-grade detective in New York City.

Well, I was. The social he gave us isn't real. The phone number's at some blues

club in Atlanta.

What if the kid got killed?

We get sued. I lose everything, including this new office we had to move

into because you got the last one shot up.

I work with who I want to work with. That's the problem. You won't work with

anyone here.

Gave you your own team to run. You didn't like it. The girl is safe, so

maybe you crawl halfway out of my ass and say thank you. I have treated you so

well since you came here, giving you more leeway than anyone.

Gave you your own branch to run. And I appreciate it, Jerry.

Then act like it.

Goddamn it.

What are you gonna just fire her?

Neely?

Francis, this is Tina Crane. Something terrible has happened to Tommy.

I knew Tommy Crane since he was a kid.

I coached him from Pop Warner through eighth grade.

Wasn't the strongest.

Wasn't the fastest.

Wasn't the biggest.

But had more heart than any other player.

How much time?

11 minutes.

48 hours leave?

What's the point?

Spend half your time traveling.

Well, it is.

I get to see my people.

Remember that scar?

The fight with Brian Higgins?

We kicked that bully's ass.

I can't believe you took him on. Boy was twice your size.

He was always messing with you. Not after that. You're damn right.

You always had my back.

Almost 1,400 hours.

Plus, he'll be here soon.

Look at you.

1,400 hours?

Remember you couldn't get to the homeroom on time?

Right.

Army straightened you out.

I needed it.

Army's giving me structure after a life of being a single mom to my own father.

It's also the one job you don't have to shake anyone's hand.

I know you.

Better than anyone.

I'll be back home soon.

1400 hours?

You guys can't just say two o'clock.

I'll call.

I'll write.

You do the same.

This last time it was six months not hearing from you. No more falling out of

touch. I promise.

Francis, would you like to say anything?

Growing up, uh, kids were mean to me.

But not Tommy.

Not once.

He was my best friend when I really needed one.

I reached out to him a lot, but he was hard to pin down.

We lost touch the last few years.

I wish we hadn't.

I never had a lot of family, but I always felt like I had a brother in

Tommy.

Thank you.

Do you believe what they're saying about Tommy?

Sorry? Do you believe what the conductor told the police about Tommy?

That he was so high that he just walked right into the train?

Because my son didn't use drugs.

I know this is hard, Mr. C, but sometimes people are good at hiding what

they do from their parents.

Like joining a cult. It was a cult. It was a goddamn cult.

What was?

Echo Canyon Farm out in Lee County.

Tommy never seemed like the kind of person who would join a cult.

Tommy bounced around all over after college, but he always checked in.

But as soon as he got to Echo Canyon, it took over his life.

He never called. We never saw him. He'd send us four letters a year. I think the

communications were being monitored.

A few seemed resealed.

I found the last letter he sent.

mentions you.

Mom and Dad, Echo Canyon is my life now, but that doesn't mean I don't love you.

I want to see you, but please don't criticize my life choices or my Echo

Canyon family.

It's so wonderful here.

It reminds me of my time at Lake Laverne summer camp.

Please tell Neely that the next time you see her, I wouldn't want her to worry

either. Love to you both.

Tommy.

You should have it.

He adored you.

Hey, you, Francis.

Hey, Dad.

How are the cranes doing?

Not good.

I gave them their condolences.

Said how sorry you were you couldn't be there.

Tomorrow, send them some food from the Italian place.

Tomatoes. Already put the order in.

Good girl.

Can I ask you something?

Where am I going?

What do you know about Echo Canyon?

Farming community, a few hundred acres.

Got two hours out of town, but another world, though.

Why are you asking?

It's where Tommy was living before he died.

Ever hear any problems out of there?

Anything hinky?

What kind of string you pulling at?

I don't know. It just doesn't feel right.

Tommy walking into a train high as a cloud.

I mean, what was he even doing in the city at 2 a.m.? Francis, what's the

first rule?

Nothing good happens on the street after midnight.

So he was probably trying to score.

Yeah, but he wrote this letter to his parents.

comparing Echo Canyon to Lake Laverne's summer camp, saying how much he loved

it, specifically wanted me to know that.

Except Tommy hated that camp.

Never told his parents because it cost a fortune and he didn't want to seem

ungrateful.

His last line, please tell Neely that next time you see her. I wouldn't want

her to worry.

I hadn't spoken to Tom in years.

Why mention me in the letter unless worry is exactly what he wanted me to

do? Francis, investigators are always looking for a problem to solve.

Can't solve X, so focus on solving Y, even if it doesn't really exist.

What's X?

What can't I solve?

Me, sweetheart.

I'm gonna die, and there's nothing you can do about it.

You've been taking care of me for most of your life.

And you won't accept that you can't fix me, so you'll look for some way you can

help by looking for something that doesn't exist.

But, Tommy... I hate when you talk like this.

Control what you can.

Let go what you can.

And don't go chasing fog with a butterfly net.

Running the ball is like making romance.

We've had the goal since training camp to give Chicago a Super Bowl champ.

What is that?

You don't know the Super Bowl shuffle?

No. Now, what is it, like a TikTok?

Would you look at this shit?

A whole generation doesn't know our history.

We're not doing this because we're greedy.

The Bears are doing it to feed the needy. Damn, young lady. How do you know

that? My dad used to play it for me at bedtime.

Chicago lullaby.

Smart man.

Smart cop.

On the job almost a decade before he got sick.

And I'm a P.I.

Looking for a little help.

Nearly.

You're Calvin's daughter?

You know my dad?

Back when I was a P.P.O. What kind of help you need?

I need security video from the other night.

The pedestrian strike on the L tracks.

Rats.

Help this young lady out.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

But then maybe you can finish your own case reports, huh?

No.

You can do them when you're done with her. Hudson Riley.

Francis Neely.

So, SDLC is down this way?

Yeah. Yeah.

So, you work for the city?

You're working investigations.

No, I mean the city hire you.

Getting their ducks in a row in case the guy's family sues.

I'm with the guy.

He's a friend.

Oh.

All condolences.

Yeah, I read about it online.

It's brutal.

The film? Well, not good news.

Looks like the pods on that platform are broken.

All of them?

Chicago political machine making sure no tax dollars wasted.

Can you pull up a five block radius?

Same time frame. Yeah, shouldn't be a problem.

What I read didn't sound like an accident.

Sounded like he meant to... No offense.

All right.

I'll run a 1.5.

Take that bank.

So how long you had half a phobia?

I was figuring you didn't shake hands.

You know, you don't touch people.

I do when I'm beating the shit out of them.

Well, I'll keep my distance then.

There. Back this one up.

Stop.

Are you back?

This guy's running his ass off from the blue line less than a minute after Tommy

was killed.

I know that guy.

You sure?

Yeah. Yeah, every cop in Northside knows him.

Goes by Keno.

He's been brought in so many times, you should have a holding cell named after

him. Bad guy?

No. Jacket a mile long, but all misdemeanors. Half a scam artist.

Know where to find him?

I could poke around.

I'll drop my info.

You think this is a homicide?

You're on my number.

Give me a call when you get a beat on that kid.

If this is a homicide, I want in.

I work alone.

You're not a cop.

I was one in the military.

When I need an arrest, mate, I'll call you.

Look, it's not gonna work that way.

I find you Kino, and if there's any developments, you talk to me first. This

becomes a Chicago PD investigation.

I bring it in.

Otherwise, there's the door.

Fine.

Hey, look,

I didn't mean anything by the half-phobia comment.

Just... Look, my, uh... My best friend growing up,

she has it.

She never leaves the house.

Figured she suffered some kind of a trauma.

Yeah, that's not me.

I don't have trauma.

Trauma can be erased.

I know you're the heads of the psychiatric departments of some of the

biggest hospitals in the United States, and I'm just a salesman, but trust me, I

know a bit about this.

When I was nine, my mother was driving me over Skyway Bridge.

but halfway across she stopped the car and got out i didn't understand what was

happening even as i watched her climb over the railing but when she turned to

me and smiled i knew because my mother never smiled in

college i experimented with psychedelics go figure but

eventually found my mind expanding beyond and then completely outside of

that trauma until it was so far behind me, I couldn't see it anymore.

My use of various combinations of psilocybin and lysergic acid

diethylamide, LSD, through a meticulously designed medical protocol,

well, it saved my life.

Based on all of our animal testing so far, with our compound, people will be

able to, in less than 12 30-minute sessions permanently change the

physiology of the brain, cutting depression by 80%, anxiety by 90%,

healing people like myself who are thought to be lost causes. Think about

that. 30 minutes.

Less than half your patient's lunch break.

Once our drug gets FDA approval, I'm confident you will be clamoring to

prescribe this for those you treat, and we will proudly provide it because

together...

We're gonna cure the world.

One mind at a time.

With Tranclara.

Wait, stop, stop, stop.

You get it? I just need a day.

You had many fucking days.

Tomorrow noon.

Two grand?

Or two in the dome?

He's had enough.

Who the fuck are you?

I need to talk to this guy.

Who is it?

I've never seen her before.

Shut up, Keno.

Let's go.

Lady, get the fuck out of here.

Ha! Turn the shit music off.

Let

go

of him or I'll vent your skull.

Let's go.

Um, who are you?

Neely. Oh, one name. Same as me, man. I've always found having one name

make... Shut up. As a policy, shut up. Unless you're answering me. Get in.

Not to violate the shut-up policy so quick, but I just shook free of a

kidnapping, and this feels like another kidnapping, so... I'm a P.I.

We need to talk about the L-stop at Wells.

Wasn't me.

My friend was killed on the tracks.

So either you tell me what you saw, or I feed you back to those jackals and join

in myself.

My number's five grand. You dipped in gold isn't worth five grand.

Breakfast.

Get in.

Okay, you've put a dent in it.

You're a foster kid.

Group homes.

The Owl, at Wells.

I do occasional work for an ambulance chaser.

His client tripped on a crack leading to the Wells Street platform, and

unfortunately the crack is what some judges would call a de minimis.

De minimis.

Whatever.

Well, I was...

retained to widen this crack with the hammer and chisel to make the lawsuit

better. And then I heard the train coming, and the conductor screaming, and

then... something awful.

His body slamming into metal.

Why do I have film of you running away from the tracks?

Because right after the impact, down the street, headlights turned on, and this

truck peels out, coming right at him. Make and model?

Well, I dove under the stairs to hide, you know.

I was kind of working outside the law.

Color? It was too dark to tell, and it blew by too fast. I mean, shit was

flying out of the bed.

And I knew cops would be coming, and I didn't want to explain what I was doing

there with the hammer and chisel, so I bogeyed.

Hey, slice of rhubarb with vanilla ice cream. What flew out the back?

Green shit.

Uh, greenery.

I don't know. Might have been a gardening truck.

You're showing me exactly where this happened.

I just ordered pie.

Imagine being on the tracks for that.

Where were you standing?

I only took out a half inch more than was already gone, so it doesn't look too

obvious.

The truck was there?

Yeah. They positioned themselves to make sure they'd hear the impact.

You'd have heard it on Michigan Avenue.

Down the block, they turned right.

I know you jumped for breakfast, but I'd rather actually get paid for my

services. You know, I need the cash.

How'd you get in touch with those guys anyway?

I sold them digital scales that were supposed to be tweaked so they'd be 1.2

ounces when the dealer's just selling an ounce. But my programmer got into some

edibles and fucked it up in favor of the buyer. Those guys beating me, they lost

two grand, and they say it's my fault.

Buckwheat. Take your word for it.

Five point of blossom.

For a while in my grandmother's yard.

Well, what are you looking for?

Where this came from.

We're also a supplier of buckwheat groats to local markets.

My cocaine and farm grows this stuff.

Cool.

What's our next step?

Yours is to get lost.

Mine is to do recon.

Sweet. Yeah, I can do recon.

What's recon?

Reconnaissance.

My instinct is telling me this farm has something to do with my friend getting

killed, so I'm going to find out exactly what happened to him, who everyone

involved is, and then I'll make my move.

All right, so check this out. I'm the human quarter, man.

And a quarter can be used in parking meters, canning machines, pop machines.

You know, I know this city better than anyone else.

Okay, so I'll run down information for you. I'll hide shit, find shit, whatever

you need. I'm like that Leatherman tool.

Million and one uses.

Thought you were a quarter.

I can be two things.

You know, I can help you put all these people in cuffs.

When I find out who's responsible for Tommy's death, they won't wind up in

cuffs. They'll wind up on the ground.

It's another remarkable day at Echo Canyon Farm. How may I help you?

Francis Neely. I'm here to see... Miss Neely, Judith is expecting you. Just

follow this road and it will take you to her.

You got brown hips and that ass for days.

I said it before, now try it just a little now.

Francis?

Judith Grey, Operations Director.

We are... brokenhearted.

Speaking for the family, we are too.

Why don't you follow me?

Is it customary for the farm to not reach out to family when a member dies?

We tried.

All the information Tommy gave us was fake.

It happens.

People come here looking to cut ties.

Is that why you think Tommy came here?

To cut ties with his family?

People come here for a million reasons, Frances.

We take in the indigent, take in the homeless.

The addicted, the desperate.

If you're willing to work hard, we'll feed you, give you a bed, a job.

You do have to stay clean, though.

Anything indicating Tommy Crane was using?

He was disappearing off-site without signing out. He was late for his shifts.

But we liked him, so...

Maybe if we had been less tolerant, it would have been a wake-up call.

A few changes of clothes, toothbrush, and a pamphlet for the farm.

This is it?

It's less than some.

It's more than others.

I volunteer for the city of Chicago, finding relatives of people who die

alone. Never seen anyone leave this little behind.

Best word to describe Tommy was unattached.

That's not the Tommy Crane I knew.

Has it been a while since you spoke with him?

People change.

His bunkmates, the others who knew him, I'd like to talk to them.

Just for some closure.

It's been hard.

It's market day.

None are on site.

But you can always come back.

Sorry for your loss.

You forget something?

Francis Neely, 124 West Ive, Chicago.

Former Master Sergeant of the 110 Special Investigators Unit.

Currently a PI with York Investigations, also Chicago.

It's clear someone was in my car, resting their foot on the runner while

they rode down my van from inside the doorframe. Right now you're using that

information to find out everything you can about me.

Figured I'd save you the trouble.

Are you even a friend of the Crane family? For years.

And I don't like how Tommy died, and now I don't like you.

I have a guy with no history of drug use ingesting a shit ton of psychedelics. I

have a gardening truck like that one over there, speeding away from the L

moments after he was killed.

And that buckwheat sure as hell resembles what flew out of the truck

near where he died. And now I have the commune that kept him from talking to

anyone he knew for years, running the vent of someone who was only here to

pick up his effects.

I really don't know how to help you.

Thank you for visiting Echo Canyon.

You have a nice day.

Look, I appreciate you filling me in, but I still don't see a homicide here.

For Tommy's sake, can you get me a warrant for that farm?

Yeah, well, you're not getting one of what you have. I know what effects look

like when people die unexpectedly.

There's a sense of interruption, a list of things to do, a book they're meant to

read. This was whitewash.

Can I play devil's advocate?

No. The letter he wrote to his parents was torn from the page of a journal. So

either the last letter he wrote happened to be on the final page of his journal,

which he then threw away. Who the hell does that?

Or they took it.

That's off.

Off, but not criminal. And getting in the lady's grill shuts her down.

Opens her up.

My dad would call it flushing out behavior.

And I think I just flushed them out.

Yeah, what are you seeing?

Truck, moving fast.

Got plates?

Not gonna get him at the moment.

Look,

what am I hearing?

No plates. What's going on? Hip maneuver.

You're chasing him now?

Bring me up to your way.

Hold tight.

What? You're not a cop, shit.

Asshole.

Who are you?

I smoke gas.

Get me out of here.

Don't leave me.

I can't, Mom.

I can't, Dad.

I've got a crowbar.

Car's a little banged up.

She's fine.

Her auto's made of kryptonite.

Looks like a hitman's car.

Hitmen don't want to be seen, and neither do I.

I can park a ride with over 650 horsepower outside of Target's house,

and they walk right past me.

What about Shithead's vehicle?

Well, maybe we can pull the VIN when it cools, but the fire cooked any idea in

most of the driver.

Checked his gun for serial numbers.

Filed. I know. I looked.

Run ballistics anyway.

Appreciate the direct order.

Want me to say please?

Please. Maybe he's in the system.

Or I doubt it.

Yeah.

Anything that could have been helpful exploded.

Maybe not.

I sketched a tattoo.

I'll run that.

Great.

Another direct order.

Look, I'll run it, all right? But if it ever comes back, still doesn't yield

shit, definitely no warrant for that farm.

How's the, uh, how's the head?

Fine. You want me to take you to the ER?

The scar could ruin your modeling career.

I'm not bleeding, just bang dead.

But thanks.

All wrapped up here, rats.

Your nickname even made it out to the sticks.

What's that all about?

It doesn't concern you.

Hold on.

Maybe answer back.

I'm in the middle of something. I can't come in right now.

Middle of what?

Jerry will ask. He wants you here ASAP. It's the pro bono case I told you about.

I'll be in when I can.

He said the pro bono case isn't approved.

I'm not interested in his approval.

Listen, I need you to look something up for me. I don't want it for you.

But you want to be me.

I want to be a PI.

I can track who opens my summary reports, and you'll read every one.

You want to do what I do?

Start by finding out who knew what cameras would be non-operational on the

L track where Tommy Crane died.

How? Freedom of information request.

Go to the county clerk's office, get a list of anyone who made a FOIA request

for security camera repair requisitions along the L.

But someone who wants a platform where they wouldn't be seen.

That's... good idea.

I'll be in touch.

Five minutes, no more. You said that already.

It's really against regulation for anyone.

That grant I gave you was to fuck off while we said goodbye to a loved one.

You want to keep it?

Ran it through clear caps and NCIC.

No hits, not gang-related.

Brick wall.

The truck?

Stolen. Five years ago in Ohio.

It's going down as a John Doe road rage incident.

We'll see.

I planted a little seed.

Maybe it grows.

Maybe not.

Maybe you'd be a little less opaque.

Air Lieutenant calling this a pointless time suck.

Coffee, Riley?

Thanks. Riley?

She's the only person who hasn't called you rats.

That's nothing. It's stupid.

Now he's being opaque.

Wait.

Rats.

You're one of the water rats.

I'm not.

I'm a detective in the Chicago Police Department.

Three generations deep.

Guns, stolen merch, used in the lake to smuggle back and forth from Canada.

Move on.

So you became a cop to outrun the reputation.

Look, every detective over 30 has worked a case involving my family. And they all

look at you crooked, assuming you're playing both sides.

Yeah. It's the same shit-talking since the playground.

Don't trust him. His family's all criminals, you know. Why go through

this? Leave Chicago.

Go to L.A. Start your modeling career.

What, leave and let them win?

Fuck no. Who, the cops or your family?

Both.

Look. I break one big media case, it'll get rats out of the mouth of everyone in

the department.

At least when they refer to me.

So did you want to stay updated on Tommy's case to find out what really

happened to him?

Or wash off your family's original sin?

Both.

You know what?

I'm done talking about me.

What's this, uh, seed you planted?

Might have just sprouted.

Where are you going?

It's not just your case anymore.

Get used to it.

This is your secret weapon?

Wouldn't kill you to be cool, Detective.

His extra eyes.

Earning a few bucks so he doesn't get his ass beat.

Thought you worked alone.

I use people for grunt work when I need them.

Well, you're really scraping the barrel here.

I arrested this guy for selling bogus water purifiers by Navy Pier. They

weren't bogus. PVC pipe stuffed with gravel. I stand by my product.

What'd you see?

Two thuggy types.

Pulled up into the truck. It could have been the one I saw by the L, but not

sure.

The plate.

They went in for ten minutes, came out, and left.

You searched the truck?

Locked. Peeped in the windows.

You see any pamphlet like this one?

Anything related to Echo Canyon?

Nothing. Well, there's a huge yield.

He's not the seed I planted.

They took his teeth.

They said he was a loved one.

Odd way to show love.

All right, stand in the hallway. Talk to no one. I'm deciding whether to arrest

you for abetting the desecration of a corpse.

You know, if you just asked, could I have patrol sitting on this place?

Nah, they would have sniffed out cops and I wanted them to come here.

A guy like Keno spends a lot of time hiding from people. He knows how to not

be seen.

What the hell are you doing?

Getting the seed I planted.

Recording device.

Voice activated.

Molder's stuck.

We need the hammer. Let's move or I'll do it.

We gotta move faster.

Lawrence wants confirmation.

We got him all as soon as possible.

Fucking gauze.

Lawrence. It's probably Lawrence Cole.

I duck around. He owns the title to Echo Canyon.

And why is he so worried we might find out who this dead asshole is?

Hey, hey.

I figured something out.

You know Mad Magazine, how you fold the back up to show a hidden cartoon?

Check it out.

It's just like your drawing.

It's the tattoo.

They wanted him unidentifiable because he's one of them.

How's that for a yield?

Think you owe me some pie.

My heart stopped for a whole minute.

Neighbor did CPR till the paramedics got there.

You should have stepped aside.

Dad. I'm gonna die in here, Frances.

That's the last thing I wanted.

I'll buy you time.

I'll get you out.

I promise I will not let you die in here.

Stubborn.

Like you.

Renee?

I got that info you requested about the train station cameras.

Where are you?

Crete, Illinois.

Glen Arms Mobile Home Park, residence of Charlie Hall.

He filed a FOIA request for camera repairs last week at the L train station

where Tommy Crane was killed.

He used a fake name and photo ID.

I reversed the photo using AI, got a real face, then a real name, then an

address. That's actually good work.

Now go home. You're not licensed and you have no idea what kind of guy you're

dealing with.

Police flutter shows two shootings, a meth lab fire, and a knife fight here in

the past month, so I do have an idea of who'd live here.

I found him.

I get to be in on the interview.

Mr. Woodrow, should we wrap it up?

Break it down for me.

Drug was administered 40 minutes ago.

Core body temp rose 10 minutes later.

And they all started having sex five minutes after that.

We're almost out of time to get this right. Throw the vials away. Start on a

new formulation immediately.

Copy that. Sorry for the setback.

I'll just break it up and get them back in their rooms.

No.

Let him finish.

This is the one.

Alright.

Mr. Hall?

Fuck. Jesus.

This is a hell of a mess.

This isn't a mess.

This is Echo Canyon trying to clean things up because they know I'm coming

after them.

That's not gonna work.

Seems like kid got high and he walked into a train. Case closed.

Bullshit. Yep.

At the farm.

Who's running things?

Lawrence Cole.

He is a portal to a better world.

I am your own personal Jesus!

I mean, this is a call we're talking about.

I'm working with this cop.

I can't work with people who lose their cool.

You want to close this case? You gotta work on your issues.

Deal.

I'll deal with my issues when you deal with yours.

When did it start? Me not wanting to be touched.

Don't touch me!

You told me you had no idea when it started or why.

You lied to me.

We're never gonna know what's going on on that farm until we get on site.

No judge is signing a warrant on this. We don't need one if we're invited on.

Echo Canyon takes junkies who go with no place else to go.

You're out of Applejack's.

They're killing people.

Funding a massive farm.

Running that kind of operation, Gold has to be spending her fortune.

Gold could have someone over him.

Take the shot.

This guy was hunting me. Now I'm hunting him.

Things are getting very real.

I need the truth.

So then what's our play?

I'm gonna burn that phone to the fucking ground.

No one will be able to prove it was me because I'm really good at this kind of

shit.

Kaylee!

I know all too well just what you're like.

I don't want your love, I just wanna...

Limousine Rockin' up Get to me Giddy up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mendel Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah Level up I know all too well just what you're like

I just want your love, I just wanna fight

I know all too well just what you're like.

I don't want your love, I just wanna fight.