Original subtitles

Previously on Neagley...

Hudson Riley.

Need security video of the pedestrian strike on the I tracks.

This guy's running his ass off the minute after Tommy was killed.

Know that guy. Goes by "Keno."

-You're a foster kid. -Group homes.

Judith Gray, operations director

-at Echo Canyon. -It's clear someone was in my car.

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

-Who are you? -I smell gas.

-What'd you see? -Two thuggy types.

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

It's the tattoo.

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

It's all so beautiful.

Got that info you requested about the train station cameras.

Charlie Halle.

This is Echo Canyon trying to clean things up

'cause they know I'm coming after them.

That's not gonna work.

Sure would be nice if I had someone to help me.

Awful lonely.

Sorry.

What?

Speak, Crane. I tell you big news and you go silent?

No, if you're happy, I'm happy.

But... you do know the rumors about the women called in to see Lawrence Cole.

Those rumors come from girls who aren't getting to work on the Project.

They're envious.

Right.

The-the secret Project?

It's starting to sound less about a mindfulness revolution

and more about Cole getting laid.

You shouldn't say that, Tommy.

Look, I'm just saying, a few things have been bothering me

for a while about this place.

Like?

Like, I think they read our correspondence.

-You sound paranoid. -Really?

Then how come no one that's been sent off to the Project has ever come back?

Getting called means participation.

Participants have their own dorm on the sister farm.

Which none of us have seen.

Not until we're called.

Look, you shouldn't question Lawrence's methods.

He's a portal.

So he says.

This conversation's boring me.

Look, you haven't even noticed my nails.

Green.

You love green.

Yeah, well, I hope Lawrence likes them, too.

Hey! Hey!

I need you two at the hog pen!

Come on, guys.

Hey, we got to get you inside.

Come on, here we go. Here we go...

Drink.

Drink?

What happened to your clean living policy?

Given these awful events, an exception to calm your nerves.

No, I want to know what happened to Lulu right now.

Lulu died.

How?

From speed she bought in town.

It was laced with fentanyl.

We tested what she left behind.

No. No, Lawrence, she-she wasn't even using anymore.

No, we thought so, too.

And her finger?

In the fucking pig pen?

She didn't have family,

and we have a lot of people at Echo Canyon recovering from addiction.

We did not want to send them over the edge,

so we kept it quiet and we buried her on the western acreage.

I guess not deep enough. Coyotes must have got to her.

They menace the pigs, one might have got into the pen before the storm

and then thrown up what it took from the grave.

I know, it-it's gruesome.

She had a family.

An uncle.

-Who she wrote to. She told me. -She did have a family.

It was right here at Echo Canyon, and that family failed her.

I failed her.

In life...

and in death.

So what? You have an answer for everything?

All I have is the truth.

Why wasn't she properly disposed of?

We were repairing the gas lines.

He asks too many questions.

Not for long.

-Where's Renée? -Sent her home.

She's working this without York's permission.

She'd lose her job if he found out.

And you won't?

I make him too much money.

Tommy Crane, Echo Canyon resident, murdered.

The guy who ran me off the road? Echo Canyon tattoo,

and they pulled the teeth from his body.

Now this poor bastard does a chore for Echo Canyon and he's a suicide?

-Bullshit. -Yep.

Check who manufactured the bullets.

You know, you got to move off this giving orders thing, all right?

I'm not used to working with people outside the military,

and that was all about giving orders.

Yeah, well, we're not in the military, and we're on the same side here.

You may not like it, but we're working together.

Generic. Self-loads.

Conveniently untraceable.

Never said I didn't like it, just not used to it.

Don't make assumptions.

Gunshot's to the right temple, gun's by his non dominant hand.

How do you know which hand?

Toothbrush holder's on the left side of the mirror.

Remote's on the left side, too. And I found left-handed scissors.

But he shot himself with his right hand?

Bullshit.

Yep.

If you look, really look at the life of someone unexpectedly deceased,

they'll tell you their whole story.

You know, I am a trained investigator.

Not trained like me.

Just a fact.

Right.

No suicide note.

Wonder why.

Parents with kids under ten always leave a note.

What kid?

He has a daughter.

Bought a coloring book two years ago.

Never delivered. Couldn't bring himself to return it.

Took down all her pictures.

Wallet-sized.

The kind you get from picture day at school.

You can tell by the tape marks.

He lived in a rattrap chugging rotgut, too ashamed to face her.

Cute kid.

He was a bag man.

Low-rent collection orders.

And I'll bet you he was picking up work right here.

Okay, there she is. Take the shot.

There's cops everywhere.

What?

I'm getting a familiar feeling.

What feeling?

Stay there.

Keep your eyes down.

-I just saw a quick reflection. -Of what?

What feeling?

That I'm being hunted.

The fuck are you doing?

Down! Down!

There's two of them.

All right, well, let's get after them.

Don't bother. They'll be long gone.

But they'll be back.

Hey.

Did you get a look at them?

Was it one of these guys?

That one.

-Where'd you get this? -Morgue security camera.

Sent to me about an hour ago.

Maybe I do have some training.

I guess they're willing to take out more than just teeth.

I'm gonna hit that bar and show this around.

I assume you're gonna insist on coming?

On my homicide case? Yeah.

♪ Craziest party that could ever be...

Yeah, this is where the Rockefellers drink when they're in town.

♪ Mama told me not to come ♪

♪ Mama told me not to come ♪

-♪ "That ain't the way to have fun, no" ♪ -♪ Uh-uh...

Only guy here with paperwork. He's the boss.

♪ I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume...

Thank God. The cops are here.

We don't have an issue with what you do.

We just want information.

What I do is I serve libations

and delicious bar food at reasonable prices.

We don't care about whatever cut you get

for letting folks run their action out of here.

Bookmaking, collections, muscle for hire, couldn't give less of a shit.

We want to know who these guys are.

I've never seen them.

These two hired Charlie Halle out of here.

And don't tell us you don't know Charlie.

We found multiple bar slips from here with collection orders on them.

Ask Charlie.

Can't. He's dead.

Well, that's a bad thing for Charlie, ain't it?

Let me be direct.

If you don't tell us what we want,

I'll burn your business down within the week.

Holy shit.

You may think insurance will help you rebuild,

but as soon as that last nail is hammered, I'll burn it down again.

And then again.

No one will be able to prove it was me

because I'm really good at this kind of shit.

I will destroy your business, your livelihood and your life.

All because you were protecting some skell.

I heard him call that one Davos and the other one Ford, and that's it.

Thanks for your time.

All right, I'll run those names.

♪ That ain't the way to have fun, no ♪

♪ That ain't the way to have fun, son...

Okay, ace.

What's on your mind?

♪ That ain't the way to have fun, son...

Oh, no, you're looking at me cross-eyed.

-Who the fuck are you? -Nobody. Nothing.

Look, I'm-I'm not messing with you.

I know who you are.

You know who I am?

You're cousins with Mickey Nines from Wicker Park.

And?

You're the hookup.

What hookup?

You know, in case of a pinch.

Our get-out-of-jail-free card.

Am I talking out of school?

-Keep going. -I helped Mickey do some work.

He showed me your detective photo.

He said if I was in a pinch, you'd walk me out the back door.

Is Mickey full of shit?

I think Mickey's full of shit.

Fucker!

You're redlining. Take a beat.

We got to track down Davos and Ford.

I got someone to see first.

Hudson?

Shit.

Oh. Ladies and gentlemen.

Chicago's finest.

I'm your get-out-of-jail-free card?

You're telling people I'm dirty?

I'm not your fucking pocket ace!

Fuck Huddy!

You fucking asshole! Fuck you!

Get the fuck off me! Fucker!

All right, all right, hey, hey, hey.

Fuck off me.

You tell anybody I work with you,

for you, help you,

I will lock your ass up.

I don't care we share a last name.

I'll see you at Thanksgiving, asshole.

♪ I've got to run ♪

♪ to keep from hiding ♪

♪ And I'm bound ♪

♪ to keep on riding ♪

♪ And I've got one more...

I got it.

We gonna pretend none of that just happened?

You got nothing to say?

Thanks for the help.

I ran a red light trying to keep up with you.

If I'd lost you, you could've been killed in there.

You want to insist on working with me?

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

You want to close this case, get the headlines, lose "Rats" forever?

You got to work on your issues.

Deal.

That's what I thought.

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

Hey, Berna, it's me.

Berna?

Hey.

Okay, cubbie sweats, T-shirt...

your retirement ring from your buddies.

And your mail. Got mine, too.

I want it on me.

When all's said and done, I want it on my finger.

What did I tell you about that kind of talk?

You need to hear that kind of talk.

You need to hear a lot more.

I worry about you, Frances.

We don't have any family.

You don't live in the, the old neighborhood anymore...

-I have my Army buddies. -Not in Chicago.

-Dad... -I know you, Frances.

You don't touch people...

but you don't let people near you, either.

Tommy was your best friend, and you haven't even seen him in years.

You've been afraid of being alone ever since your mother died.

Now I'm going,

and that thing that you've been dreading since you were a-a child,

it's gonna come true.

You're gonna be alone.

All right.

You really want to help me?

Then let's put all our cards on the table.

When did it start?

What?

Come on.

Me not wanting to be touched.

As long as I can remember.

In the crib.

Yeah, that's what you've always said.

But this is me and Tommy.

Age five.

Okay.

I was comfortable touching people at five.

It must have happened after that.

-Right, but when? -All I remember

is the-the psychiatrists and the therapists,

I mean, they didn't have a clue.

Right, but it wasn't in the crib.

Frances, you're interrogating me.

Maybe things were clearer before the chemo and the meds,

but it's foggy now.

How's work?

I'm working with this, uh, cop.

Good guy?

You usually go solo.

He's an asshole.

Not a total asshole.

That's high praise coming from you.

Must be all right.

Come on. Do your bills.

Whenever I got caught up in a case, I forget to do my bills.

Here.

This one came for you at my house. Here.

What is it?

This is from Tommy Crane.

Frances, put that down.

No. Tommy wouldn't hurt me.

And what is this?

It was some kind of powder I got in the mail.

Did you put bloody anthrax on my desk?

Maybe someday.

But for now, send it to Quill Labs.

If York finds out, I was following your orders.

-Who sent this? -Tommy Crane.

Postmarked the day before he died, Chicago,

so he was off the farm when he sent it.

He knew the mail was being searched and he wanted to make sure it got to me.

-Why? -No idea.

But it was clearly important.

Find anything on Davos or Ford?

Ran their license plate, it's fake.

Tried facial recognition, but the photos were too low-res.

And with no idea if these are their first names, last names,

it's near impossible.

-Do you know how many Fords are out there? -I don't care about all the other Fords.

-I care about this one. -Well, keep caring,

'cause I can't track down these guys when we know nothing about them.

You want to learn how to do this work?

Look closely.

Davos takes the lead when walking in to bribe a government employee.

Means he's gonna do the talking, he's the brains.

And he's in a sports coat.

Ford, he's in a janky-ass denim jacket,

second-hand belt tied with a knot 'cause it's too long.

Money's tight if you can't afford a new belt.

And looks like he missed a loop,

so he's not the brightest bulb.

All fascinating, but what does it get us?

Nothing, yet.

Just because you don't know where the facts lead

doesn't mean they're not relevant.

Neagley.

I called you three times.

I'm in the middle of something important.

Not important to me 'cause it's not billable.

Time to generate.

Mr. DuClair.

I understand you have some concerns about your wife's fidelity.

Wow, you just, uh, cut right to it, huh?

How old are you?

Excuse me?

Fifty-six.

How old's your wife?

Thirty-three.

Back or dental problems?

What is this?

Dental issues, bad backs, they aren't something a spouse helps with.

If your wife had a serious medical issue,

you'd be talking to her doctors, going to her appointments.

But when Tammy

says it hurts to drink cold water or pick up something heavy,

she gets treatments on her own.

And I bet she goes often.

She's been dealing with a root canal issue for months.

It's not her tooth getting drilled.

-Neagley. -I found a pawnshop receipt for jewelry.

Could she be getting cash together so she can leave me?

Excuse me?

Hey, I asked you a question.

Sorry, when you said "pawnshop," it gave me an idea.

-What? Where is she going? -Pawnshops in Chicago.

Not the legitimate ones.

Any that have been written up in the past five years.

O-Okay. Why?

This guy is broke and stupid.

And that fact, which you didn't think was relevant,

is gonna lead me straight to him.

♪ I used to smoke ♪

♪ Five packs of cigarettes a day ♪

♪ It was the hardest thing ♪

♪ To put them away...

Look, I've got my license framed on the wall.

All items have been legally processed.

-Okay? I don't want any bullshit. -Who says we're cops?

Well, I'm not sure about her,

but you might as well have a red light spinning on your head.

Want us gone?

Where's this guy?

Don't know him. Sorry.

Let me lay it out.

You answer me, or he arrests you

for accessory after the fact to murder and destruction of evidence.

I know this guy killed a man, and my source says

he brought the victim's teeth right here to sell you the fillings.

Fess up or put out your wrists.

He told me it was his grandfather's teeth,

and he needed every penny to pay for the funeral.

All right? That's-that's all I know.

I don't even know this guy.

No. Shit. No, no. Fuck this.

People don't bring teeth to a pawnshop unless there's a preexisting relationship.

Now write down where I can find him or you're closing early today.

♪ For chasing all...

Okay. What source?

How did you know he... came to me?

No idea.

This is the eighth place we've run this game.

What?

What are you doing?

Something my dad taught me.

Bad guy hears two car doors slam, it's a cop and his partner.

-Gets their guard up. -All right, if you say so.

All right, you go in the front. I got around back.

Because?

Because they always run out the back,

and if it gets physical, I have legal authority to take him down, so...

If you say so.

Hey, man.

I packed up all the ammo we have up here. She...

Oh, shit.

Freeze!

Shit.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey!

Move!

Hey, whoa. Yo, what...

All right, sometimes they don't go out the back.

Well, here's one thing we're pretty sure of, Ford.

These murders... Tommy Crane, Charlie Halle...

they weren't your call.

Are we right?

Don't know about any murders.

The house we found you in...

that some kind of flophouse for the Echo Canyon crew when they're in the city?

When we search it, how many guns are we gonna find?

Automatic weapons, bump stocks?

Nothing illegal.

Everything properly purchased and registered.

What the hell does a farm need that kind of hardware for?

Why are you and your friend Davos stalking us?

Come on.

Murder? Guns?

You're not the shot-caller.

Why face that kind of time?

Who gives you orders?

Hmm?

Davos?

He's your boss, but who does he answer to?

At the farm, who's running things?

Is it Judith?

Lawrence Cole?

Oh, there it is.

No.

No. I'd never say nothing against Lawrence.

Why? What's so great about that guy?

You know, from what I read, he's a... he's just a lifetime loser

who never got shit off the ground except this dicey farm.

Lawrence Cole is a visionary.

He is a portal to a better world.

You wouldn't understand.

Yeah, I don't think we do.

Why don't you explain it to us?

You're done. I need this room for a private attorney-client consult.

You prevent me from conferring with Mr. Ford,

I'll file a complaint with the CRB, sue the Chicago PD,

and you personally for interfering with my clients' Fifth,

Sixth and 14th Amendment rights.

Grellong & Rome?

This guy was selling teeth at a pawnshop.

How the hell can he afford a thousand-dollar-an-hour lawyer?

The room, now.

All right.

Let's go.

Portal? Sounds like his farm's got a little David Koresh vibe to it.

You know what you need to do.

I'm looking at a photo of a burned tattoo.

Yeah. Lawyer gave him

a butane lighter. Nothing but an injury will be

documented when Ford's processed into prison.

No connection to the farm.

Like always, I take care of things.

If you took care of things, the guy never would've been arrested in the first place.

If you're taking care of things,

the PI would be gone already, but your men failed.

It's a little more involved. She's been rolling with a cop.

But the universe

-always has a way of providing... -Cole,

Cole, I'm not a member of your hippie dipshit fan club.

Act like a fucking businessman

and get me results.

You don't look like you brought anything with you.

It's light. Very light.

We talked about this, Woodrow.

Yeah. We settled on a price, you agreed,

and then you upped that price.

I'm taking a lot of risks.

What you're doing is perverse.

I could go to prison for the rest of my goddamn life.

I-I need to be properly compensated.

Yeah, I'm asking you, as an officer of the federal government,

to clear obstacles.

Pave the way for my business so I'm not hampered.

But just to be clear, my business,

as distasteful as you might find it...

filled that bag you're holding.

Not enough.

No hard feelings.

Okay. Okay.

Oka...

What are you... What... what is happening to me?

Concentrated digitalis patch.

Like a heart attack,

especially in a portly gent who enjoys too much Italian beef.

You can't do this to me.

Listen to me, you fat fuck.

You chose this. You took yourself off the team.

And if you think I'd just let you

float out in the world, where you and your greed

or your conscience can come between me and billions,

you're out of your mind.

You think I'm perverse? Guess what?

Right now, watching you die, I'm hard.

As a rock.

Let that be your final thought as you pass into nothingness.

♪ What's this a-here goin' all around town? ♪

♪ The people they say they're gonna put the kid down ♪

♪ Well, hold on...

Hey, sorry for what I did earlier.

The handshake bullshit. Wasn't cool.

♪ You can call it what you want to, but I call it...

Appreciate it.

Thinking about what a dick I am?

Not right now.

♪ By the time he get paid ♪

♪ Well, oh, no ♪

♪ Oh, look at what you did...

But since you brought up the topic,

I actually discussed the haphephobia thing with my dad today.

♪ But I call it messin' with the kid...

Okay.

And what'd he say?

That he didn't remember when it started.

He was lying.

What?

I didn't leave a light on in my apartment.

You're out of Apple Jacks.

So I've been squatting at this abandoned house for about a year.

Rigged electric off the pole out back, even got the water running.

How does this story end with you in my home, Keno?

And how'd you find my place?

Well, your car's got a parking permit for your neighborhood,

so I showed up and asked around. By the way,

Ms. Romero on the corner thinks we're dating now.

Anyway, so, I had to go up on the roof

to reroute pipes from the building next door's water tank.

Must have started a leak or something, 'cause it ran down

into the neighbor's place, caused some damage, and they got pissed.

How much damage?

Hundred fifty K.

What the hell did you damage?

Cocaine.

Yeah.

The water from the roof got all up in the walls,

-and turns out the Stukov Brothers... -Whoa, whoa. Whoa.

The fuckin' Stukov Brothers?

Right? I'm snake bit lately.

Anyways, those guys had, like, two kilos up in the walls,

and it's all ruined. They want to kill me.

I mean, how is it my fault?

Who stores their valuables behind the sheet rock?

Drug dealers.

Apparently.

You. Here. Naked. Why?

I needed a place to hide out, and you're, like, the only non-street person I know.

So, I looked you up, picked your lock, and here I am,

and I hadn't had a hot shower for a year,

and I noticed your washer/dryer right there.

I mean, you won't even

-know I'm here. -Get out.

Please. I got no place else to go.

Get your half-naked ass off of my couch and get out.

-All right, come on. Let's go. -You too.

I'll call you if I need you, but I'm not gonna need you.

-I'll handle this from here. -The hell you will.

It's Renée.

Is this a fucking slumber party?

Why didn't you call?

I did. Went to voicemail.

What's up?

Keno.

Shit. Phone's dead.

What do you got?

Lab report. Rushed it.

You owe me 200 bucks.

Powder was rye flour.

Well, what the hell does that mean?

They like pumpernickel.

Either way, we're not getting a warrant with flour.

Tommy Crane sent me that envelope to give me a message.

We're never gonna know what it was or what's going on at that farm

until we get on site.

I'm telling you, no judge is signing a warrant on this.

-We don't need one if we're invited on. -Who?

They know you, I'm a cop, and Renée's registered with the state

as an employee of an investigation firm.

-We're all in the system. -Doesn't matter.

Echo Canyon doesn't take civilians anyway.

When Judith was showing me around,

she said they take junkies, homeless, the wayward.

People with no place else to go.

No, no, not undercover. That's a long con.

Not my bag.

You've got drug dealers after you, no home,

and I'll pay you well for your efforts.

Or you're back on the street hoping the Stukov brothers won't find you.

Okay.

All right, stay still. Come on.

Oh, man. That shit burns.

If track marks are to look real, they must become irritated.

I know you, right?

Okay, nice try.

N-No. For serious.

Like, you were in a neighborhood where you definitely didn't belong.

You stuck out like a green thumb.

I assure you, I have no idea what you're referring to.

Okay then.

It's my bad.

Now stay still.

What's that?

For Charlie Halle's daughter.

She won't even remember him unless there's evidence.

It's a nice sentiment.

At Tommy Crane's house,

parents were there,

family, friends.

A lot of life.

This guy died alone.

One day his ex will die, and if his kid doesn't remember him,

he'll go from alone to completely forgotten.

Like he was never there.

Ow!

I'm rethinking the shit out of this.

You have one easy job.

Get in, find out why Tommy Crane would send me rye flour.

What does it mean?

Then I come home.

Then you come home.

One more time. Let's go over how you're gonna get in with them.

♪ I can almost hear the stillness ♪

♪ as it yields to the sound of your heart beating ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ And I can almost hear the echo ♪

♪ of the thoughts that I know you must be thinking...

What's up? I'm Keno.

I was wondering if you guys maybe needed any help?

Nice to meet you, but I think we've got it all handled.

You know, I'd work for food.

I can unload the rest of that truck for you for, you know, carrots or, like...

Please. You know, I'm two days into nothing to eat.

♪ Arms around you, I can tell you've never been...

Tell you what, Keno.

You can take whatever you like... fruit and vegetables.

That's a gift from us.

♪ I don't know...

But if you really want work, steady work, and a place to stay

while you're doing it, we could always use a pair of willing hands at the farm.

How do I know you guys are cool?

She's not. She listens to Conway Twitty.

♪ Know I've waited...

But I'm cool as shit.

I'm Mason.

♪ The chance that we are taking...

Right on, Mason.

-You got a deal. -All right. Come on in.

Grab the onions.

♪ Must be the season of the witch ♪

♪ Must be the season of the witch, yeah ♪

♪ Must be the season of the witch...

-Keno? -Yo.

They called ahead.

Let's take a walk.

I was living out of my Sentra in San Fran till it got stolen.

The streets there are real bad, shelters are worse.

So, I hitched to Marietta, hoping my grandma would take me in, but...

She found out you were using?

It's okay.

I can read you like a billboard.

I haven't touched anything for three weeks.

I just want to keep building on that.

There are no drugs on this property.

That's a strict policy.

Yes, ma'am. No, I just appreciate you giving me a chance.

Well, before it's all official, there's someone I want you to meet.

Come on.

I don't understand.

They said it was suicide.

Yeah, it's the county's official position, but it isn't ours.

I can see Charlie taking a dive. His life was shit.

But why would someone want to hurt him?

Even the guys he collected from like him.

We don't think this had anything to do with his bag man work.

Then what was it?

We're, uh, we're still trying to figure that out.

For your daughter.

From her father.

There was a receipt on it from just a few days ago.

He must have been thinking about her.

Okay. Thank you.

Come on, honey.

You good?

I'm fine.

You know, you got to accept we're working together now.

Like, for real.

You, me, Renée... we got Keno embedded, for Christ's sake.

So, if we're gonna be a team,

you can tell me shit.

I told you I'm fine.

Okay. If you say so.

She's sighted in.

She's got that cop with her again.

Pierce doesn't care.

He wants her gone. When you have the shot, take the shot.

Right in there.

It's okay, Keno.

Echo Canyon is a safe place.

Hi. Um, I'm Keno.

Don't tell me who you are.

I know exactly who you are.

Who you really are.

So I need to ask you one thing.

Why shouldn't I kill you right now?

♪ When I look out my window ♪

♪ many sights to see ♪

♪ And when I look in my window ♪

♪ so many different people to be ♪

♪ that it's strange ♪

♪ So strange ♪

♪ You've got to pick up every stitch ♪

♪ You've got to pick up every stitch ♪

♪ You've got to pick up every stitch ♪

♪ Must be the season of the witch ♪

♪ Must be the season of the witch, yeah ♪

♪ Must be the season of the witch ♪

♪ When I look over my shoulder ♪

♪ what do you think I see? ♪

♪ Some other cat lookin' over ♪

♪ his shoulder at me ♪

♪ And he's strange ♪

♪ Sure is strange ♪

♪ You've got to pick up every stitch ♪