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Previously on Neagley...

You're digging into the past to try to avoid the present.

There's grief counselors here.

I don't need a damn grief counselor. I need the truth.

I'm heading back to the barn. I'm getting underground

to see what they have in store for Mandy.

The best chance we have of helping him

is to focus on the case.

Now, what'd you find on the pharmaceutical companies?

They could be forcing people to take drugs.

I said I was trying

to help humanity.

You've provided humanity

with nothing but corpses.

The P.I... she's still alive.

Yeah, she's capable but not indestructible.

I'm sending my own people.

Come on, Neagley. I know you're in there.

I saw your shadow move under the door.

I got a call from our contact at the phone company.

He said York's phone last pinged off the tower

at 10th and Addison.

That's across from my apartment.

-York is dead. -All right, get your things

and get over here.

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-Is it done? -We had a setback.

We weren't able to wait for the drugs to kick in.

Target is still in play.

What setback?

We had to get rid of a body.

By the time we got back to the apartment,

she was gone, along with the milk we dosed.

But she should be feeling the effects soon.

-Whose body? -Her boss showed.

Banging on the door, making a lot of noise.

That isn't some runaway junkie no one's going to miss.

People are going to ask questions. Goddamn it.

You were supposed to handle this.

There's a lot more eyes on this now. She's drawing a lot more attention.

There's a reason we're going this route instead of putting a bullet in her brain.

It needs to look like a fucking accident!

We are aware, and please lower your voice.

-Where are you? -About to head to her place of work.

If she's not there, we go to her father's home,

-her friend's apartment. We'll find her. -You better hope you do,

because if she's dosed with the variant I gave you,

once it kicks in, if there's so much as a firefly by the window,

she'll be drawn outside.

And once she's in the city, you'll never find her.

Sounds like she might take care of herself, then.

You were hired for a guarantee.

And you weren't the one who retained us.

We don't work for you.

We both work for the same person,

and if this gets fucked, it'll be bad for all of us.

So do your job quickly and quietly.

But how do you know for sure it was York killed in your apartment?

His last cell tower ping was near my house.

He's not answering his wife's calls. He's been with Nora since they were 17.

He always answers her calls.

Maybe they just hurt him.

Maybe they shot him and he's being held.

He was a second-grade detective in New York. Maybe he injured them.

If they were holding him, there'd be demands.

And I saw the surface area the blood covered.

It was... substantial.

Yeah, when no... when no one else would, he, um...

he gave me a job so I could get a work visa.

I mean, I knew no one here.

He'd have me over for the holidays. He...

Sorry.

They were coming after me.

That's why he's dead.

What's next?

I'm going to burn that farm to the fucking ground.

Run down everything you've found.

Um... turns out Keno was wrong.

It's not a room underneath the barn.

It's-it's a government silo. For missiles.

-Like nukes? -Exactly.

Built in 1965.

Eight-thousand-square-foot bunker: electricity, heat,

AC, running water, offices, sleeping quarters.

Got it all except for intercontinental ballistics.

How'd you find all this?

Public records.

All included in the auction when the government finally sold the property

after sitting on it for almost 30 years.

Let me guess. Buyer was Lawrence Cole.

He took the farm, the structure beneath it, built his cult right on top.

-Might be building more than a cult. -Meaning?

Look at what we know.

Tommy was on a high dose of psychedelics when he was killed.

Owen Vark told us Patient 42 was cooked.

Yeah, so was the guy Keno saw smash his ham candle.

He said he was high as hell.

What if people on that farm are being given high-grade,

experimental psychedelics made in an underground lab?

You join a commune to get your life together and wind up a lab rat?

Runaways, transients, women fleeing domestic violence.

No one knows where you are, and you have few contacts or friends.

You know? It's a perfect storm for an abuse of power.

Yeah, well, Tommy Crane had a friend.

Pierce works for Invection Pharmaceuticals.

He has the ability to manufacture drugs, but an underground lab?

It's pristine, clean,

basically hermetically sealed to ensure pure results.

And if you're doing illegal work,

what's better than being hidden away under a seemingly innocent farm?

Hey, you know what?

I want to make a call. Be right back.

-You okay? -Yeah.

Just a little light-headed.

I haven't had anything but cereal today.

Also haven't slept much lately, either.

You don't look good. Let me see if Hudson has a protein bar or something.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

♪ On my way down to the water ♪

♪ Got my whiskey in my hand ♪

♪ My love has left me broken ♪

♪ The sky is turning gray ♪

Hit the gas!

On.

Flip it up and down.

Goddamn it. Check the tanks.

Shit.

We're out of propane.

Told you to swap 'em out two weeks ago.

That's my bad.

I forgot.

Now we got to go all the way back to the shed and get some more.

Well, move your ass, or we're gonna miss Cole's performance

waiting for this shit to burn all night.

Come on.

Shit.

Fuck.

Hey, it's Riley.

Rats.

Look, I need you to do me a favor and look into rye flour.

See if it has any applications in the manufacturing of, uh, drugs:

LSD, psychedelics, that kind of shit.

Hudson?!

Do you... s-see this?

See what?

Does anyone else see this?

-What the fuck is wrong with her? -I don't know. I don't know.

She got a little dizzy, and then all this started.

Something's wrong. I can see through my hands.

I think I... I think I've been drugged.

Yeah, no shit.

I'm gonna be sick.

Hey. Hey, we got to get you to a doctor.

No. I got it.

Stay where you are.

Just... just give me a second

to figure this out.

Hey, come on. Unlock the door.

Look, no one's gonna touch you, I promise. We're just gonna help you.

Neagley, you're gonna be okay.

All right? I will not let anything happen to you,

but please listen carefully.

Get away from the door, all right?

I'm kicking it in on three.

One. Two. Three.

Shit.

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Daddy?

Daddy?

Hi.

Daddy?

You shouldn't leave the house.

It's not safe down here.

We should go back upstairs.

Please.

Hold him still.

Frances?

Wait!

Don't!

There. In front of the building.

Run her down.

Damn it!

Turn around.

It won't look like an accident. We'll get her.

We just have to be more patient.

Come on. Come on.

Yeah. Hey, are you okay?

Sorry.

Help me.

Let's get the hell out of here.

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A year from now, a 60-second version

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And that O'Connell... he's a friend... believes in our mission.

Also, you'll all be quite pleased to know

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We will be the next brand name.

How much did this commercial cost?

After four years, I think I speak for the whole board here when I say,

we're not gonna put any more money into this pipe dream until we see results.

And from what accounting tells us, you're about to run dry.

We have an FDA that I believe is fully on board

with what we're trying to do.

Guys, guys, we all thought

medical marijuana was a fad.

We missed the Green Rush. Let's not let that happen again.

Now we don't foresee any hiccups getting approval for human tests,

which we hope will commence by end of year.

And if it doesn't, I think we have enough to present a motion

to discontinue Tranqlara funding on January 1st

and to begin an internal corporate audit on this entire boondoggle.

If one penny is not properly accounted for, you're out,

and I will contact the SEC and the FBI.

It has been four years of promises.

We have been patient enough.

Won't be a problem.

Hello.

I had the mics on.

That did not go well.

I'll meet the deadline. There-there will be no problems.

SEC? FBI?

The only reason that board exists is

to give a veil of legitimacy to Invection Pharmaceuticals.

Those clueless drones actually believe they're doing

God's work, making medicine for the masses.

They're supposed to make my life easier, not complicate it.

This medicine will work, sir.

I don't care if it does.

I don't care if it makes people happy, horny or hungry.

I only care if it makes money, and if they cut

traditional corporate funding

and I have to back-channel more capital into this,

you're going to wish the FBI got to you first.

You holding it together?

-I'm good. -Okay.

'Cause, uh, you said, "Help me," and you seemed to mean it.

I-I don't remember anything.

I've just...

never been that... out of control before.

That's all. That's it.

Those headlights... they felt like they were pulling me in.

That's what they did to Tommy.

Dosed him,

set him up to die.

He must've been onto something like we are.

They're killing people.

Paying off cops, funding a massive farm.

Running that kind of operation, buying silence.

Invection Pharmaceuticals has to be spending a fortune on this thing.

It's not Pierce's company spending the money.

I don't follow.

Invection Pharmaceuticals is a publicly traded company.

The money in public companies is way too regulated.

They have quarterly filings with the SEC, annual shareholder reports.

Way too much attention on the bottom line.

Someone would see huge expenditures being covered up.

Pierce has got to have someone over him,

someone bankrolling all this with a side agreement with Invection

where they get a piece of the action.

I'm telling you, Pierce has strings on him.

Okay. How do we find 'em?

No idea, but I-I might've gotten something that at least shores up our theory.

Right when you went down the rabbit hole,

I was talking to a guy I know in Narcotics.

Asked him about rye flour. He emailed, said,

"Rye flour could be used in the production of LSD,

probably the best grain for growing ergot,

the fungus used to synthesize psychedelics."

But they'd never heard of it being done.

Why not, if it's the best?

Well, turns out rye-grown ergot is, uh... it's incredibly powerful

but just as delicate, dies too easily.

It's nearly impossible for some, uh...

some dealer to grow in his parents' garage.

But in an underground, temp-controlled bio lab...

Bingo. Yeah, it's a different story.

It's Nora York again. She keeps calling me.

She's freaking out.

She called the police.

When are we gonna tell her her husband's dead?

We can't. Look, we tell her, cops start questioning,

Neagley gets pulled in as a suspect.

She'll have to find out when, uh, his body turns up in Lake Michigan

or a dumpster in the West Loop.

Look, I know it's harsh, but according to you guys,

half this office saw York and Neagley at each other's throats.

That's motive.

And right now, there's floorboards in her apartment

covered in the man's DNA. I mean, she looks guilty as fuck.

And maybe that's exactly what they wanted.

A murder-suicide to wrap it all up.

Either way, we're in no position to say we know a thing about how that man died.

Speaking of which, uh, house keys.

Thanks.

Get a pry-bar and a hammer, tear up her floor, lose the wood.

That would make me an accessory to murder.

Cops don't know about it yet, so it's not interfering with an investigation.

So just, look, put the wood in a garbage bag,

toss some bricks in it, dump it in the river.

-They killed someone there. -Yeah, that's what makes it safe.

They're not going back to a murder scene,

and they know Neagley isn't heading back there, either.

There's no eyes on the building. You'll be fine.

She gets cleanup, and this is all my mess.

How is this your mess?

I'm the one who started making all the noise around Tommy's murder.

I was the one who kicked over so many rocks

that York was worried enough to come to my home.

The home he bled out and died in.

His death is on me.

Well... you are not Joseph Tillman.

Who?

He was a veterinarian

who told a sweet old lady that if she gave her cow Epsom salt and an enema,

that the cow's constipation would be cured.

But that concoction made Daisy so sick she started thrashing around

and knocked over a lantern that burned half of Chicago to the ground.

But Joseph Tillman didn't cause the Great Chicago Fire.

Hundred different things did.

Architects that allowed half the city to be built from wood,

uh, long drought, under-resourced fire department.

But you know whose fault it wasn't?

Joseph Tillman's.

That's because a bunch of guys in an illegal card game

knocked over the lantern.

Newspapers only pinned it on O'Leary and her cow to fuel the anti-Irish hate.

Ran that poor woman out of town.

See? I told you it wasn't Tillman's fault.

There was no vet named Joseph Tillman, was there?

I mean, it would be a hell of a coincidence, 'cause I just made it up.

Thank you.

For what you did for me tonight.

I don't scare easy, but that was...

Hey. Told you I have your back.

Come on. It's been a hell of a night.

-All right, let's get some food in you... -Don't touch me!

Frances. Frances!

What did you see down there?

I want you to listen to me.

He was evil. I'll never let that monster touch you!

No one ever touches you! Understand?

No one ever touches you. Never!

Do you hear me? Never!

No one ever touches you.

Do you hear me? Never!

I'm sorry.

All right, I, uh...

Are you okay? I was just reaching for my phone.

I'm sorry.

I need to talk to my dad.

I-I'm sorry.

Where have you been? You said you would check in after the barn.

Well, I've been fighting for my fucking life.

Okay? Tell Hudson to bring every cop in Chicago out here.

We got to get this place

-shut down now. -Slow down. What's going on?

They dumped me in a burn pit full of chopped-up bodies.

Human bodies, dude.

Christ. We got to get you out.

Collect your things, get together any videos you have

of the bodies and the incinerator,

-and I'll try and... -Hold on.

I didn't get anything like that.

You didn't record anything?

-I was trying to escape, bro. -It's okay.

-We'll find a work-around. We'll, um... -A work-around to what?

You know I'm ready to testify.

I'll swear on 50 Bibles to every goddamn thing I saw.

It's okay. You did everything you could.

-What does that mean? -It means there's no evidence.

-Just your word. -Okay.

Yeah, yeah, okay, so I'll testify.

Keno, how many times have you been arrested?

No judge is gonna sign a warrant to raid private property based on your word alone.

Fucking Bob and Carol.

Who are Bob and Carol?

The names I made up for my piece-of-shit parents I never met.

All right? Bob and Carol fucked, spit me out

and sent me to a life of state homes, group homes and juvie detention centers,

and when I got out, yeah, you know, I had to lie to survive on the street.

Run a scam or two. That's a lot less bad than what a bunch of other people do.

No, but because I did what I had to do to get by,

now I wind up in a body-parts death pit

and no one will believe me when I tell them about it.

I mean, words that come out of my mouth are worthless, bro.

All because of Bob and fucking Carol.

For what it's worth,

I believe you.

And your word means no less to me

than anyone else's.

Yeah.

-Thanks. -But if they are dismembering people

and setting them ablaze, this has gotten too big for you.

I'm gonna tell Neagley and Hudson. They want to make their case

but not at the expense of your life.

We got to get you out.

Um, farmers market's tomorrow?

I mean, I'm not assigned to it, and they're pretty strict

with Probationers doing off-site jobs, you know?

You have to try. This might be your only shot.

Yo, Mandy works the market tomorrow.

If I can find an in, you can

-pick us both up. -Both?

Keno, it's complicated enough trying to get you out...

No, I'm not leaving without her.

I'm not letting her wind up in a duffel bag.

Fine. Fine. Bring her.

But be careful.

Okay? Just because you're brave doesn't mean you can't get hurt.

Yeah, I will.

And Renée?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Tomorrow. Don't forget. Try.

I'll be waiting.

Frances.

Hi, Dad.

I wasn't expecting to see you today.

I need you to help me understand some things.

And I need the truth.

Ever since I found that photo of me and Tommy,

the report card...

my memories are coming back to me.

I remember...

I remember the night you were in the basement

with the other two cops you used to work with.

I don't remember being in no boiler room.

I didn't say boiler room, Dad.

I said basement.

But you clearly remember being in a boiler room, and so do I.

I remember the three of you standing over a man, fighting him.

Your memory ain't perfect.

As a detective, you know that.

I saw you kill him.

Stop it. You stop it right now.

Step back from this.

I know what I saw was real because I felt every bit of it.

I remember being terrified.

I remember watching his body going limp.

I remember you telling me...

"No one ever touches you."

Why would you say that to me?

Scream that at me?

I never said such a thing.

You're not allowed to do that!

Stop denying it!

You said it, and it worked.

You got what you wanted.

No one's ever touched me.

I've never danced with anyone.

I've never had a first kiss with anyone.

A guy reached towards me last night... a guy I really like...

and I screamed at him.

Do you know how lonely I am?

I've been alone my whole life.

-I was there. -That wasn't enough!

This is what you bring to me on my deathbed?

Calling me a murderer?

Blaming me for your issues?

I deserve to know the truth.

-You did this to me. -Get out.

Get out and take your lies with you.

I don't have any lies, Dad.

But I'll leave you here with yours.

-Renée. -I heard from Keno.

It's not good.

♪ Well, I can't be about it ♪

♪ but I can talk about it ♪

♪ Oh, brother, you can do it, stop talking that shh ♪

♪ But it's real and I know who's to blame ♪

♪ You get the shambles, it's always the same ♪

♪ I got an idea...

Oh, hey, Judith. Um, sorry, have you seen Mandy?

Why?

I was just gonna see if she needed any help

at the farmers market tomorrow, you know?

Well, it's not your place to choose the assignments you want.

That's why they're called assignments. They're assigned.

You know, I know, and you're totally right.

I just, uh... I really, really want to get as much experience

with every chore on the farm as possible, you know?

I really want to become a Neophyte

and lose this Probationer tag I got hanging on me, you know?

Okay, fine.

Be at the van tomorrow morning.

Check the schedule for the departure time.

You can have Mandy's spot.

Whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on.

Mandy's not working the market, too?

No, Keno, Mandy's no longer here.

She moved onto the sister farm this morning

to continue her enlightenment journey by serving the Project.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm done answering the questions of a Probationer.

You all right?

Just got a disturbing phone call from Renée.

Yeah, I got the same one. Things are getting very real.

How'd it go with your dad?

Old man plans to die with his secrets.

What secrets?

I don't know.

Something from when I was little.

I lied to you before.

I was seeing these flashes from my childhood when I was on that drug.

I saw my past like it was on TV.

It was that clear.

Pierce Woodrow climbed into my head, and he's scratching away in there

like a fucking rat in the attic.

-Tearing shit up. -You've been through a lot.

Let me handle this.

I'll find Pierce and bring his ass into the station.

No.

Whoever he's working for kills people left and right.

We could put a blowtorch to his feet, Pierce will never tell us anything.

So, then, what's our play?

I'm gonna get into his head just like he got into mine.

What?

♪ I got you ♪

♪ That's all I want ♪

♪ I won't forget ♪

♪ That's a whole lot ♪

♪ I don't go out ♪

♪ Not now that you're in ♪

♪ Sometimes we shout ♪

♪ But that's no problem ♪

♪ I don't know why sometimes I get frightened ♪

♪ You can see my eyes ♪

♪ You can tell that I'm not lying ♪

♪ Look at you ♪

♪ You're a pageant ♪

♪ You're everything ♪

♪ that I've imagined ♪

♪ But something's wrong ♪

♪ I feel uneasy ♪

♪ You show me ♪

♪ Tell me you're not teasing ♪

♪ Well, I don't know why ♪

♪ sometimes I get frightened ♪

♪ You can see my eyes ♪

♪ You can tell that I'm not lying ♪

♪ I don't know why sometimes I get frightened ♪

♪ You can see my eyes ♪

♪ You can tell me you're not lying ♪