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Previously on Neagley...

I need you to help me understand some things.

And I need the truth.

No one ever touches you!

Never!

The board of directors is

this close to pulling funding,

and then, all of this,

it is all a waste if you can't fix the drug!

I am

so proud

to announce that you...

are being inducted into the Project.

You've always been a useful tool.

But some wrenches turn the bolt

and some strip it.

You told me to take care of her.

It has to look like an accident.

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

she'll be drawn outside.

That's what they did to Tommy.

Invection Pharmaceuticals is a publicly traded company.

Pierce has got to have someone over him.

I'm gonna get into his head,

just like he got into mine.

Hey. Frances.

I got the new Bernadette Bunny book.

Why don't you come check it out?

I'll drive you home.

Can I ring the bell?

Yeah. Sure.

Thank you.

Frances!

You can't go for a ride.

Your dad's on his way to pick up some things from the shop.

That includes you.

Sorry.

-My dad's coming for me. -It's all good.

Another time.

Come on now.

Bad dream?

Bad memory.

Whatever they drugged me with is still kicking around in my system.

Anything?

Well, you're not the only one waking up.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck.

No.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on. Pick up.

Pick up the phone.

-Your boy's freaking. -Come on, come on,

-come on, come on. -It's worth the all-night stakeout.

-Yes? -Hello. It's me.

What's wrong?

Absolutely nothing.

Uh, just wanted to check in,

update you on our progress.

Are you sure? Because I know you, Pierce.

I know how much you love to grandstand.

And I would have heard from you already

if the private investigator were dead.

It appears your team met up with some complications.

I can tell from your tone, Pierce,

that she's gotten to you.

Perhaps you're calling to find out if I already knew about your failure.

And if so, what was I going to do about it?

I'm right.

Aren't I?

Sir, she's not a problem.

You need to focus on fixing

the issue, and you need to do so now.

I will not have another Hamilton.

I will not spend the last 30 years of my life in prison.

I understand.

I don't want to serve 30 years either, sir.

Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Pierce.

I'd kill you well before you ever got there.

Threat like that, Pierce might bolt.

Well, that's why we put a tracker on his car.

He goes more than 100 miles outside Chicago, bells ring.

What's important is I think we just found who's calling the shots.

Some asshole with a Swedish accent.

Yeah, but who the hell is he?

And what the hell happened in Hamilton?

These look perfect.

Taste even better.

Only ten dollars per bushel.

I'll take all you have.

I'm catering a wedding, and I need as much as you can spare.

Deal.

But I'll need a hand carrying them back to my car.

Mind if I steal him away?

Man, turnips are heavy, yo.

Where the hell's Mandy? We can't wait around

-till she shows up... -She's not coming.

They already sent her off to the Project.

Shit. I... I'm sorry, Keno.

I-I know you wanted to help her.

But we'll talk to Neagley and Hudson. I'm sure we can find her after...

I'm not going.

-You're joking. -I'm gonna head into

whatever's underneath that barn to look for her.

That's probably where they moved her.

It's a missile silo.

Wh-What?

That sounds like a one-way trip to their crematorium.

Mandy was born into chaos and came to the farm looking for peace

and stability and love.

And instead, they took advantage and they brainwashed her.

-Will you forget about the turnips? -Well,

if we just stand here, they'll get suspicious.

Then let's leave.

You wouldn't understand,

but I know what it's like to want family so bad you'd do anything.

Bob and Carol would've let her die.

I'm not gonna allow a friend to walk into guaranteed death.

You already told me I'm not your friend.

That was before.

I can't let you just charge in the front door of the barn

and hope you don't get killed.

What option do I have?

Fine. I've studied the silo blueprints.

There's a ventilation shaft about 300 yards in the woods southeast of the cabin.

It's another way in.

I still think this is a bloody stupid idea,

but if you're insistent upon it,

this way might give you a fighter's chance.

-Okay. -Bring your burner.

I'll guide you through.

You can take photos and videos of what's going on down there.

We send that to the feds. We can shut them down and save everyone.

Hopefully including Mandy.

Thank you.

I don't say this to just anyone...

but you're a straight-up dank savage.

Um...

Thank you.

Lovely sentiment.

But you can still leave with me right now if you're having second thoughts, Keno.

I am. But...

I can't.

Okay.

Cross-referencing "Hamilton" with any major drug busts

and pharmaceutical companies.

Add clinics, doctors, testing labs.

These guys are using a farm. They're creative.

Me being here's drawing attention.

-So? -So I'm a cop.

You know, we're clearly not working a case your firm is handling.

Your boss is missing.

Everyone's already on edge.

Could cause us problems.

Shit. That's Nora York.

I'll be right back.

Nora.

I can't find him.

I can't find Gerry.

He hasn't been home in two nights,

and he's not answering his phone.

And the police don't care.

They say he's either working a case or that he got called out of town.

That is not Gerry.

H-He wouldn't do that without calling me.

There is something wrong.

And I am not crazy.

No.

You're not.

You're right to be worried.

Okay. So...

maybe there's a problem on one of the cases he's working.

-I don't know of any cases that... -He always said if something happened

to come to you.

That you were the best investigator he'd ever worked with.

What do I do?

I don't even know what I'm looking for.

First thing:

we don't want to jump to conclusions.

What we'll do is put things on hold.

We don't want anything moved off of Gerry's desk

until we figure out what happened to him.

I suggest we shut down the office,

give everyone a paid week off,

and let me look into things.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I got Gerry's back.

And yours.

Thank you.

I am so sorry. I...

I forgot.

Why don't you go home and try to get some rest?

Yeah, I'm not doing that until Gerry's home safe.

We'll have the office to ourselves moving forward.

Is she okay?

No.

And she's gonna be much worse when she finds out the truth.

But I'm not gonna let her know until I can also tell her

that the assholes who did it are as dead as her husband.

You find anything?

Yeah.

Okay. So that seemed to have gone well.

Just want to get some readings of your vitals.

How do you feel?

Amazing.

It's me.

You did it.

Call me back.

Lawrence?

Aaron.

So glad you could make it.

Please, take a seat.

They said you wanted to meet with me and my wife.

I'm actually just finishing with your wife now.

You know, "husband" comes from the old Norse

for "master of the house."

This concept that a man owned all who dwelled under his roof...

it's outdated, don't you think?

Especially here, where we're all one family.

Look at your wife's wedding ring.

Why do you have Celese's wedding...

Aaron, please.

I'm teaching you something.

Now, don't you think that looks a bit like a-a cuff?

Is that what family should be?

A prison?

Or should we be free?

What you're feeling now

is not anger.

It's shame.

Shame for the instinct you have to treat Celeste like chattel.

I know you, Aaron.

You came here to become a better man.

And you did.

You're a leader among us.

Someone I learn from every day.

But you have to accept

that for our family to thrive,

we have got to break down the walls created by our enemies.

Marriage is a false relationship

recognized only by a corrupt government.

Our family is an organic union

created by God.

I'll never hurt you.

So please sit

and let me finish with Celeste.

Aaron?

Is everything all right?

Come in.

Oh, Judith. Hello.

Celeste and I just finished a session.

Made some major breakthroughs.

Wonderful.

I appreciate the opportunity for growth.

The first of many conversations we'll have.

Fucking every woman on the farm is one thing.

But in front of their husbands?

That's a new twist.

Please don't call it that.

They'll understand.

It'll just take time.

You shouldn't feel jealousy.

I just worry that we could lose the flock.

Nothing will break the bond of this family.

They love me.

Why are you here?

I heard a rumor that...

Pierce might be coming by,

and I wanted to make sure that we had the dinner he likes ready for him

when he does.

So have you gotten, uh, a confirmation on that?

No idea.

But that's what should be occupying your mind...

hosting.

Making the farm comfortable.

Traditional domestic tasks.

Not worries about how I am being perceived by others.

♪ You think it's a bore ♪

♪ They make you restless, it's nothing you ain't seen before...

I wonder, Judith.

How do you perceive me?

♪ Spend your time on the run ♪

♪ You never let down...

As our prophet.

Of course.

♪ You never miss a play, though you make quite a few ♪

♪ You give it all away ♪

♪ Everybody wants you ♪

Hi.

I'm Frances Neagley.

I'm a private investigator.

This is Hudson Riley. He's a detective.

What do you want?

We found this article written by your sister Dottie.

But when we tried to look her up, we saw she'd passed.

We were hoping you could talk to us about her and an investigation...

You should've called ahead.

-I got nothing to say. -We tried.

Your line was disconnected.

That's 'cause I don't pay the bills.

I don't want people calling me.

Want to be left alone.

Well, that was worth the trip.

We're looking into a pharmaceutical company

that may be responsible for a lot of dead kids.

I think your sister was onto them

and would want you to help us.

That's what she was doing, right?

Yeah.

-Until they killed her, too. -So,

she could die for nothing

or we could finish what she started.

I'd offer you coffee, but I only got enough

for tomorrow morning and I'm on a budget.

Thanks. This will do fine.

Your sister's article...

it was about a clinic that was set up here by Pinnacle Therapeutics?

Yeah. The one for at-risk kids.

They provided ADHD medication for them.

A few months later, four of those kids committed suicide.

Four kids in less than two weeks.

I knew all the families.

Those kids were hyper, not depressed.

Whole town was torn up.

The clinic shut down overnight.

Boarded up like it was never even there.

Just woke up one morning and...

...it was gone.

According to her article, your sister tried to track down Pinnacle,

but the corporate structure was, uh...

it was an LLC owned by a shell corporation owned by a nonprofit owned by nobody.

Eventually, it all petered out.

Nothing properly registered. No real names.

It was total fugazi.

You know everything, why are you in my house?

Because we were hoping to get a look at your sister's research,

see what she came up with.

Maybe there's something in there that can help us.

After she died,

you took possession of her effects?

You don't know how she died, do you?

Death notice didn't say how.

They burned her alive.

Police say Dottie fell asleep smoking,

but she quit eight months prior.

But those...

drug assholes didn't know that.

Killed her 'cause she was getting close to the truth.

Less than a week after that article came out, she was gone.

So any research she may have had is ashes now.

Just like Dottie.

You know, I started yelling about it,

but a few bricks thrown through my window was enough to shut me up.

Why do you two give a shit?

You know the boys who died?

No.

But the people who killed those kids killed my friend.

And now they're trying to kill me.

So can you help us or not?

Not.

Why?

'Cause it's all burned up.

She didn't keep anything digital.

She knew they were coming for her and could hack her computer.

There's nothing for you to see. It's all gone.

You can go look for yourselves if you want.

Look...

I am done talking.

I'm tired.

Let yourselves out.

Let's go for a ride.

Shit, man.

Hey. I found it.

Good. I was getting worried. It's been a while.

All right, I'm opening it now.

Whoa.

Yo, that's really deep.

Keno, you're exposed sitting on that vent.

Once you're in, you're safe.

The walls are five-inch-thick concrete.

You'll be able to move around undetected,

except when you're between rooms.

Then it's aluminium vents.

So you'll have to be quiet and move fast.

Find Mandy as quickly as you can.

All right.

-You ready? -Yeah. Think so.

You can do this.

Just, uh, you know, keep talking.

Your voice kind of makes me calm for some reason.

Okay.

Climb in and-and I'll talk.

What shall we talk about?

I don't know.

Tell me about yourself. I mean, uh...

I don't even know your last name.

Birdwhistle.

Seriously?

Shit, even your name's beautiful.

If I married a girl named Birdwhistle,

I'd definitely take her name and dump mine in Lake Michigan.

Why? What's your surname?

Oh, no, that dies with me.

Okay, okay. What else about you?

Where'd you get that accent? Your people?

-That kind of stuff. -First off, you have an accent.

And there's not much to know.

Dad took off before I was born.

Mum raised me and my brother on her own.

Wasn't easy, working police officer's hours.

Your mom's a cop?

Still on the job in Hornsey. Just north of London.

She and your brother are still there or what?

I don't know where my brother is.

No one does.

He has some mental health issues.

We had him at a great facility until he ran off years ago.

Last I heard, he may have wound up in Chicago.

-That's why I moved here. -Well, is he on the streets?

That's where I know you from.

You were in Berlywn Pantry handing out food for the Church.

I make the rounds, keep an eye out for Patrick.

I have to confess something.

The reason I pushed you to investigate the farm when you wanted to leave,

when you were right for wanting to leave...

it's because I want to find Patrick.

What's one thing got to do with the other?

Neagley promised to help me with whatever I want if we can close this case.

What I want is to bring my brother home.

I was thinking about him and not you when you were scared

and wanted to leave the farm.

You're in danger right now because of me.

That's not true.

I mean, I-I could've left at the farmers market.

This isn't on you, okay? It's not your fault.

And when I get out of here, I'll help you find your brother.

If he's on the street, I'll find him for you.

Thank you.

Perfect place to set up a clinic.

Poor people, high rate of teenage drug abuse.

Pierce sets up shop here,

puts out word that they're treating kids for free

and, because they seem legit, people sign up,

desperate for any help for their kids.

The residents here were damaged and trusting.

Just like the people that are drawn to Echo Canyon.

Guess not everyone's that trusting.

Those guys look they're five days out of Big Muddy.

-Sorry. -Eh, no need.

That prison's always been a part of my life.

You know, the first words I ever said to my dad

was after he did a three-year stint for smuggling.

I was four, heard a knock at the door,

opened it to find a man holding a duffel.

Looked up and asked, "Are you my dad?"

He said, "I better be."

-Nice. -Yeah.

Missed every Christmas,

every ball game, except the one where he punched out the ump

for making a bad call.

I was out by a mile, made no difference.

So, that's why I don't get offended when people say shit.

'Cause he was shit.

Fucking fathers.

Speaking of which, how's it going with yours?

Guess I'll shut up, then.

My father has always been a loving man.

He got sicker and sicker as I was growing up, but...

he was always loving,

and I was always a priority.

But when I was on those drugs, I saw something.

I saw him kill someone.

And it wasn't a hallucination,

it felt like a memory.

Look, I respect you, so I'm just saying what I was told, okay?

But I was warned to stay away from you.

That your dad was dirty, that he may have, uh...

"disappeared" someone.

Who?

-Disappeared who? -He didn't say.

-Who didn't say? -Look, I said what I said, all right?

That's it. Forget about it.

Look, I don't think you're someone I should stay away from.

All right? It was a stupid comment to make.

That's, that's the place, up here.

This conversation isn't done.

My half is.

And remember why we're here.

Uh, Pierce and his boss don't pull any punches.

No V pattern in the burn marks.

This was arson.

Pierce had the investigators paid off.

I'll check the usual spots.

I got nothing.

When do you think this house was built?

Early 1900s?

But it must have been renovated to put in air conditioning.

Wall vents are modern, so why is there still an old cast-iron floor vent?

It's not part of the new system. Why leave it?

I don't know, 'cause it looks cool?

And it's a bitch to remove.

Okay, got that. Where to?

Okay, keep moving forward.

Stay to your left. Should take you to a much larger room.

The photos haven't come through yet.

-What? -Your photos.

Listen, I don't think I'll be able to get them

until you're above ground.

The reception is terrible.

Yo, they've got people drugged out of their minds.

No one to help them.

They're lab rats.

It's probably just rats.

Saw one the other day, size of a burrito.

Thanks for getting back to me.

-Give me good news. -We hit the 30-minute mark

for the first time today.

Fuck yes! Which formulation?

147A. The latest one.

Excellent. Has it been replicated?

Your team tested three subjects.

They ran into some roadblocks,

but our techs are confident that 30-minute number was not a fluke.

-Does Cole know? -I didn't tell him anything yet. No.

-May I be frank? -Always.

I have done all that I can trying to thread the needle

between what is good for the farm and what is good for the research,

as I know the research is what funds Echo Canyon.

But Cole,

he's become a bigger liability than I ever could've imagined.

Yeah, he's taking his leadership cues from Jonestown,

but I thought you were Cole's ride or die.

What prompted this shift?

He's just not the man I once knew.

And I know that Tranqlara could be just the beginning.

Holy shit.

The flower child is really Gordon Gekko.

Well, flowers aren't cheap,

and up until a few minutes ago, everything you were working on

around here was theoretical.

Now it's real.

So, if you felt it prudent to make a change,

I'm willing to step up.

I can promise you secrecy.

This place will run like a well-oiled machine

with an unending supply of test subjects.

Fantastic to hear. I'm on my way there now.

Leave Cole to me.

Dottie was smart.

She saw the teen clinic didn't have a federal or state tax ID number.

Figured out they weren't producing income,

just running an experiment on kids.

Well, pay no taxes, leave no paper trail to Pierce or his boss.

We're chasing a ghost.

What you got there?

Looks like she's ready for a fight.

All right, let me guess how this works.

Some guy from Chicago that drives a fancy car

comes by once a quarter and hands out envelopes

to whoever runs the local barbershop, hair salon,

probably that bar you guys were outside of.

In exchange, when someone comes around

asking about Dottie or poking around her place,

you make sure they don't do it twice.

That's the gist, but you want to know a secret?

You can't read?

I'd do this for free.

Oh! Ah!

Better keep that pressure on.

It's a long way to the hospital.

This the guy who paid you?

I said, is this the guy?

What'd he tell you, huh?

Tell the cops we were coming here?

Huh? Local PD on the payroll, too?

Fuck you.

We got to go.

May peace find you.

And you.

Mandy.

-Mandy. -Keno?

I'm getting you out of here.

-What? -They're gonna use you up

and then cut you open and then burn you in a pit to nothing.

-That's crazy. -No, you know that guy Doyle?

The one with the birthmark? I saw him.

They killed him.

How do you know about him?

He left for the Project before you even got to Echo Canyon.

'Cause they sent him down here and he freaked out

on whatever drug it is they're about to give you, okay?

I mean, I found his head in a bag.

Please, you got to listen to me.

In five minutes, you got to, you got to go...

Uh, Renée, Renée, what do I do?

Uh, hold on, I'm looking.

-Who are you talking to? -Okay,

you got to exit your room and take the door at the end of the hall.

Okay, go two more doors down.

It opens to a service hallway

where the vents are lower.

Okay, I'll open the vents and pull you up.

Please.

In five minutes. I'll meet you there.

Okay.

Renée, I'm getting her out of here.

I got to turn my phone off now.

-No. -Well, my battery's almost dead.

I got to be able to call you whenever I get out of here

-so you can pick us up. -No.

-Keno, listen. -I'll be okay.

-I promise. -No. Keno.

Keno, no...

What the fuck?

-What? -I know this boat,

-it was one of my dad's. -Are you sure?

Yeah, positive.

What the hell does he have to do with testing shit on kids?

-Let's ask him. -Yeah, cold day in hell.

You get on my case about talking to my dad but you won't talk to yours?

Yeah, there's ancient shit there.

Join the fucking club.

That boat's our only lead to figuring out who Pierce's boss is.

Looks like we'll both be dealing with our daddy issues.

Thank you. Thank you.

I love you all, too.

Now,

I know this is early for Community, but an issue arose

that needed all of our attention.

As you all know,

the most important quality here at Echo Canyon

is loyalty.

Selfishness? Pride?

Ego?

Constructs that betray you

and the family.

And such betrayal

cannot be met with silence.

No, it must be met with swift

and decisive action, no matter how unpleasant,

because if betrayal is not stamped out

and loyalty is not upheld,

then we are no longer a family.

Yes.

Yes, I know, it is shocking

to see Judith this way.

But I caught her conspiring

against me.

She threatened

to tear Echo Canyon apart...

destroying every little piece

of precious heaven

that we have created here together,

compromising it for the benefit of outside agitators.

As Judith's crimes are against our family,

it is only right that family members mete out her punishment.

Acolytes, please join me.

As for the rest of you,

turn your back on her

as she has turned her back on us.

It is said to let he who is without sin

cast the first stone.

In my eyes, you are all without sin.

No! Stop it!

No! Stop it!

♪ I'll buy you a diamond ♪

♪ I'll buy you a diamond ♪

♪ I'll buy you a diamond ♪

♪ I'll buy you a diamond ♪

♪ If you love me, baby ♪

♪ I'll buy you a diamond...

So, I have this friend

who was told to be careful around me

because of some things to do with my father.

That friend heard it from a cop.

That cop is you.

Fucking Hudson.

Hates being called Rats, then he fucking rats.

Yeah, actually, he didn't tell me anything.

You just did.

And you're gonna tell me a lot more if you want to eat your fries

without putting them in a blender first.

Come on, Mandy.

No.

Hands up.

-Fuck. -Let's go.

-Move your ass. -All right.

Well done, Mandy.

You protected the family.

♪ You see 'em coming at you every night ♪

♪ Strung on pretension, they fall for you at first sight ♪

♪ You know their business, you think it's a bore ♪

♪ They make you restless, it's nothing you ain't seen before ♪

♪ Get around town, spend your time on the run ♪

♪ You never let down, say you do it for fun ♪

♪ You never miss a play, though you make quite a few ♪

♪ You give it all away ♪

♪ When everybody wants you ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You crave attention, you can never say no ♪

♪ Throw your affections any way the wind blows ♪

♪ You always make it, you're on top of the scene ♪

♪ You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Say goodbye to conventional ways ♪

♪ You can't escape the hours, you lose track of the days ♪

♪ The more you understand, seems the more like you do ♪

♪ You never get away ♪

♪ Everybody wants you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Everybody wants you ♪