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Previously on Neagley...

Look, I didn't mean anything by the haphephobia comment.

My best friend growing up, she never leaves the house.

-You did it. -Does Cole know?

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

I'm willing to step up.

It may pain us all now when I expose a traitor.

He was half-sedated.

Who's the cop that shot him?

Murphy. He's Deputy Chief Plemel's godson.

If I have to back channel more capital,

you're going to wish the FBI

got to you first.

You were hired for a guarantee, and if this gets fucked, it'll be bad

-for all of us. -I'm not going.

I'm gonna head into whatever's underneath that barn to look for her.

There's a ventilation shaft in the woods.

It's another way in.

-Keno? -Take the door at the end of the hall.

-I'll meet you there. -Okay.

-Hands up. -Well done, Mandy.

You protected the family.

I was warned to stay away from you.

That your dad was dirty. That he may have "disappeared" someone.

We were hoping to get a look at your sister's research.

After that article came out, she was gone. So any

research she may have had is ashes now, just like Dottie.

Shit.

I know this boat. It was one of my dad's.

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

Let's ask him.

I know about Elliot Percy.

I remember seeing you stab him in the basement.

Rumors are, you and your cop buddies dumped the body in an alley,

knife in the lake.

Percy was new to the city.

No family, no relations to track down,

no one asking questions.

But you and I, we know the truth, right, Dad?

We know you killed him.

I just want to know why.

He was a predator.

He hurt kids.

How did you know?

Percy was clean. No record, no past, nothing.

We had evidence.

What evidence? Be specific.

Photographs

taken from his apartment.

Him with kids.

It was evil, Frances.

That's why I don't want to talk about it, but you won't let it go.

Last I checked, photos of someone engaged in sexual conduct with a minor

is more than enough for a conviction.

So why didn't you arrest him? Why did you murder him?

He tried to run.

He knew we were on to him.

How did he know you were on to him?

How did you get into his apartment to find those photos?

Don't you dare cross-examine me.

You killed someone in front of your daughter.

You knew I saw it!

You grabbed me and screamed, "No one ever touches you."

Percy never touched me, but you killed him!

Dad?

Move.

Code blue. Get the crash cart.

Okay, so, uh, a few questions about the business

you were doing for some outfit out of Hamilton.

No, "How you doing, Pops?"

"You look good, old man."

Who hired you?

I haven't seen you in, like, two years.

All I hear is you talking out of the side of your neck about me.

-You beat up your cousin? -He earned what he got, just like you.

Yeah, fair enough.

How's Aunt Angie?

-I'm not doing this. -Not doing what?

Pretending we're just having a conversation.

I'm not gonna play "remember when."

I'm not gonna sit here in the goddamn Big Muddy

like it's some fantasy land where you're not

a locked-up felon and I'm not a cop.

I'm not pretending that we are in any way normal.

You were always so goddamn sensitive.

Even when you were a kid. Fuck me.

Hamilton.

All right.

Some Canadian guys heard about us.

They reached out, wanted to use our services.

-Names? -Names they gave us

were bullshit, but, you know,

as long as their money folds, I don't ask too many questions.

Yeah, great policy. Three 15-year-olds died from that shipment.

Wh... The liquor was tainted?

It was unlicensed, untested pharmaceuticals. Kids died.

Well, that's not on me.

-Not on you? -We're done talking.

Not on you? Oh, it will be,

'cause we are gonna make this case

and take down whoever hired you to get those drugs into the U.S.

You, as the transporter,

are part of a criminal conspiracy that resulted in three deaths.

That's three homicides on your head,

and I am sure the D.A.'s gonna want to mount that head on her wall.

Twenty-five to life, each count.

You come to visit your father

for the first time since God knows when,

and you threaten me.

I'm so glad your grandfather's not around to see this.

I'm not looking to jam you up, Dad.

All right? Help me out. No one knows you were involved.

I just need the account number for the wire they paid you with

so I can track down their names.

I mean, you do that, you got no problems.

You don't, you can explain to a jury of parents

how you're not responsible for teenagers dying.

Why do you hate me so much?

I mean, all I ever did was try to provide the best I could.

Yeah, well, all you ever did was embarrass me.

The rest of the family got no problem with it.

They embarrass me, too.

The account.

Wow.

You know I don't deal with the books. You know where you got to go for that.

No, no, no. No.

No, you can make a phone call.

You know they monitor the calls here.

Look, she's a good kid. She's just a little different, that's all.

You two used to be thick as milkshakes, remember?

Yeah, well, I haven't seen her in a long time.

She won't tell me anything.

Just give her the password. She'll know the orders came from me.

What is it?

You know, all this time inside here,

you know, no visits, no cards, not even

a stop-by with a box of Whitman's. Right?

But all of a sudden, you need something,

and you remember the way back to Big Muddy.

You want my help?

There's a guy in here, I need a favor for him.

He's looking at doing 18 months for bookmaking.

Make his evidence disappear.

Fuck you.

He's got some very powerful friends who could be useful to me.

He wants to get out so he can

go see his daughter graduate at Evanston Township.

What? It's just business.

You want something, I want something.

-What's his name? -Scootsi.

Scootsi? The guy with the lip?

Yeah, the guy with the lip. Over in Greenview.

Fine.

I'll do it.

You know, if I tell people in here that Scootsi's gonna be okay,

and then Scootsi isn't okay...

they're gonna be pissed, and it's not gonna matter that you're my son.

It'll get done.

-Password? -It's easy to remember

'cause it's the truth.

"LeBron's No Jordan."

All right, look, man,

I know you're right. I know I shouldn't have been down here,

but I... when I was at Lydia Home,

I got caught stealing peppermint loaf from the kitchen and they understood.

It's just my nature to be curious, okay?

I had to know what that loaf tasted like, just like I had to see what was

-going on down here... -Shut up.

Understood.

♪ How much I feel ♪

♪ Feel for you, baby ♪

♪ How much I need ♪

♪ Well, I need your touch...

Do you know what that radio is?

A portal to good vibes and thoughts and all that kind of shit?

It's an instrument.

♪ That's how much, that's how much...

This tub's an instrument, too.

Okay.

As is that rope there.

And now, my friends Mason and Connor here

are gonna put all these instruments together. You know why?

To make you bring us the truth.

♪ At night I'm dreaming ♪

♪ of the togetherness ♪

♪ that seems to be ♪

♪ leaving me ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ I'd give it all and then ♪

♪ I'd give some more ♪

♪ If you would only love me like you had...

Oh, shit.

Shit. Come on, Keno.

Hey.

-Hey. How's your dad? -Not great.

He had a cardiac episode.

He's stable, for now.

I think I caused it. I pressed too hard.

Hey, don't do that. Don't blame yourself.

How about you? How'd it go with your dad?

Not much better. He's gonna help us, but I, uh,

Can't believe I'm saying this.

I got to lose some evidence for one of his scumbag associates.

-Charge? -Bookmaking.

Do it.

Jesus. Sure is easy for you to commit a felony.

In this case.

You're trading human lives for a gambling conviction.

Look, I do this,

I'm a dirty cop.

I'm a water rat.

Just like my dad.

You are nothing like your father.

Thanks.

Okay. I'll head in to the station.

Hey, uh, maybe you can go to talk to a friend of mine,

get the account number for the payment on that Hamilton job.

Your friend won't know me.

Just use the password. "LeBron's No Jordan."

No shit.

-Hey. -Hey.

I need to take a look at the St. Sebastian assault case.

Why?

A couple photos of the bat came back blurry.

Forensic is on my ass.

They won't testify to the blood splatter unless the pictures are pristine.

Thirty-six.

Appreciate it.

Who is it?

I'm here on behalf of Boone Riley.

"LeBron's No Jordan."

♪ What would you do if I followed you...

No shit.

Close the door behind you.

♪ What would you do...

Sorry about the mess.

So, you work with Boone?

Thought I was the only woman on his payroll.

I work with his son.

You know Huddy?

-We're working a case together. -How's he doing?

Haven't seen him in a while.

He's good.

♪ Say, what are you...

He's a good cop.

♪ I was a superman, but looks...

-Boone's working with the CPD? -I'm a P.I.

It's a kind of scratch each other's back situation.

-How do you know Hudson? -Were best friends growing up.

Our yards backed on to each other,

and Boone cut a hole in the hedge

so we could go through and play.

Yeah. Yeah. I think he mentioned you to me.

Well, I'd hope so.

He was my first love when I was, like...

12, 13.

Or last love.

I, uh, I don't get out much nowadays,

which I'm sure you figured out

if you're a half-decent P.I.

When'd you stop going out?

Noticed I liked my distance in my mid-teens.

Got worse in my 20s, and by 30,

this was my lifestyle.

I know that look.

You don't have to pity me.

I'm not feeling pity.

So, Huddy's working a case with Boone.

He must trust you.

He'd never work with his father unless you twisted his arm.

Just halfway around.

I'm here because I need the account number for the Hamilton job.

It's my understanding you keep Boone's books.

For 12 years.

♪ What would you do...

Can't work a square job

'cause of certain afflictions.

And Pops Riley's known me since I was five.

He knows I know how to keep my mouth shut.

He knows I need something to keep busy,

and it pays my ComEd bill.

Now he sends a bottle of Bailey's every New Year's.

♪ What would you do? I follow...

There's good in the man.

Shame Hudson can't see it.

Thank you.

♪ Hey, what are you looking at...

I can take some garbage out for you.

Appreciate that.

Hudson used to do it, but he doesn't come around much anymore.

It bothers him to see me like this.

♪ She was a happy girl ♪

♪ the day that she left me ♪

Fuck.

Leave a message.

How about a little warning I was gonna go and see Ghost of Christmas Future?

I don't need you to teach me.

I'm not gonna turn into some recluse who can't even step outside

to dump their own garbage 'cause they might bump into somebody.

I just found out my dad murdered someone

and then I watched him have a heart attack.

I don't need this today, asshole.

Hey, thanks. Take it easy.

Yeah?

I can't get in touch with Keno.

I thought you said you were gonna be on the phone with him

through the whole thing.

He had to cut off communications to preserve his battery.

He said he'd call me, but it's close to an hour now, and I haven't heard anything.

-I know something's wrong. -Okay, listen to me.

In the military, you lose contact with your team all the time.

The one thing you don't do is let it affect your performance.

Keno's tough. He's gonna be okay.

-I don't know. -Hey.

You wanted to learn how to do this job?

This is the job. A job I need your help with right now.

Let Keno take care of his end and we're gonna take care of ours.

-Okay? -Okay.

Good. You grew up

in Europe. Any chance you speak French?

-Fluently. -That's better than me.

Take down this address.

How'd you get down here? Who let you in?

I was just looking around.

♪ Pump up the jam, pump it up ♪

♪ while your feet are stomping...

♪ Look ahead, the crowd is jumping...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No, no. I...

I just found this place by myself. I was just... just looking around

Lies are answers provided by the devil.

What the fuck, man? I just-I told you. I just wanted to know more

about the project.

♪ I want...

No, no, no!

♪ on the floor tonight, make my day ♪

♪ Make my day...

Who sent you here?

Who you working for?

Was it that... was it that cop?

What have you been telling people about our family?

That you're a bunch of fucking freaks!

♪ Yo, pump up the jam ♪

Why can't we just barge in, kill whoever's there and wait for Neagley to arrive?

Rawlings wants it as clean as possible.

No mess that will be looked into.

He is not happy with how complicated this has become.

There she is.

No Neagley. But the secretary just left and locked up.

Doesn't look like anyone's coming back soon.

Understood.

Follow her.

I'm sorry, who exactly are you?

Once again, I represent Mr. Boone Riley and his entire organization.

She is from a Montreal concern,

a French-Canadian company that claims to have paid Mr. Riley

for services some time ago,

but Mr. Riley hasn't received any of the funds.

I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.

You could be anyone off the street, and I can't discuss another client's financials

LeBron's No Jordan.

No shit.

Well, how can I be of service?

-What is she saying? -She's saying

her people... who make the water rats look like Boy Scouts, by the way...

are pretty sure you stole the money that was supposed to go to Boone Riley.

I assure you,

all monies that are supposed to go to Mr. Riley get to Mr. Riley.

I've been handling this account for years.

And Boone Riley's been doing business with Montreal for years.

And he trusts their bookkeeper.

So, you've got some pissed-off Chicago-Irish

and some pissed-off French-Canadians

and they're all looking at you as the one who ripped them off.

And we all know where you live,

where you work.

So if you don't get the money you took, within 36 hours,

things are gonna start happening to you that are gonna hurt real bad.

Jesus Christ.

Look, I'll show you. I...

Right there.

Every dollar. Every penny.

All the funds from the Montreal job were all wired

directly into Mr. Riley's numerical account.

Right there. "Payee."

Payor was, uh, Rawlings Corp.

Out of Scandinavia.

-Sweden? -Yes. And you can see,

exactly three percent was withheld as my agreed-upon fee.

Now, I respectfully request that you

inform Mr. Riley and his cohorts

out of Montreal that everything is in order.

Please, I need assurances

that I won't be... dealt with.

I'll show my boss.

If we're wrong, I'm sure he'll send a fruit basket.

Au revoir.

Oh, you're so fucked, Rats.

Ah, ah, ah.

You should see the look on your face.

You're so confused.

See, I saw you leave Evidence.

You told Becker that you were working St. Sebastian.

You're so busy fucking your new girlfriend you didn't realize the case

pled out days ago. Stupid son of a bitch.

Now toss me the piece. Now.

Two fingers.

Get walking.

Not sure my grammar was on point.

When you're full of shit, attitude beats accuracy.

You kicked ass.

Don't let it get to your head.

Noted. When I'm back at York,

I'll look into the Rawlings Corporation. Dig for the MMIC.

-MMIC? -Main motherfucker in charge.

What? I wasn't raised in a convent.

When we pass that window, check the reflection.

Silver-blue Audi.

Following us?

Keep walking. Eyes front.

Still have that gun Hudson told you to carry?

It's at York's. I wasn't gonna bring it into a bank. You?

Same.

-Alley. -And then?

Beat them until they tell us everything about who hired them.

-Rawlings? -Yup.

Where we going?

We'll meet up with my godfather someplace quiet.

Find out why Boy Scout over here is destroying evidence.

See how it connects to his place getting broken into.

And then what?

You murder me like you murdered Davos?

Now you're getting it.

Keep walking.

Get the fuck up.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Ghosts.

You stupid bitch!

I just killed two people.

Effectively.

Where'd you learn all that?

I, uh, I wanted to join the police like my mum.

She taught me how to tail people,

uh, evasive driving, Krav Maga.

What about the shooting? Cops don't carry guns in London.

Learned that in Chicago.

Oh, no. Look at your face. No, no,

no, no, no. God, they are such liars.

They said that they were just gonna ask you a few questions and let you go.

Keno, I am so sorry.

They just...

put so much shit in your head here.

I thought that this place was special.

I thought that, for...

the first time,

I could be special.

I'm so confused.

They look at people like you and me, and they take advantage.

I'm not mad.

It's not your fault.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Mandy, they're everywhere. I...

No, they're all in one place.

Cole flipped out over you breaking in down here,

so they're all at a security meeting at the pavilion.

Okay.

We can slip through the woods.

Uh, I'll get a hacksaw from the barn, a-and we can break through the fence.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's go.

Just one problem, um...

by the time people notice that we're gone, we need to be miles away.

We can't go that fast by foot, so we need a ride.

I can get to a phone, but I just... I don't have anyone to reach out to.

I got someone. Yeah, they can get us.

Okay. Well, yeah, give me the number, and I'll make sure that

-they're at the fence. -Wait, you have access to a phone?

Well...

I can sneak into Cole's cabin

while they're all still at the pavilion.

-Okay. -Yeah.

It's 312...

Fuck you.

You were gonna call my people to a meet spot, and then what?

All of us straight to the burn pit?

What? What do you mean?

I was born on the street, okay? I can smell a con a mile away.

God, they really got their hooks in you, man.

And I hoped so bad that there was a person in you.

But there's nothing.

No, Keno, you're wrong

You smell like Cole's fucking patchouli. Okay? You're literally in bed with him.

You never should have betrayed Lawrence.

Okay. Thank you, Doctor.

Text me if anything changes, otherwise I'll call back in a few hours.

Any change?

He's the same. Hanging in there.

Let's just focus on work. What have you found?

Uh, Rawlings Corp,

privately owned conglomerate specializing in bio tech.

CEO is Swedish billionaire Arvid Rawlings.

Considerable capital and political ties.

Now locate his corporate jets.

I want to track his movements.

-What the hell happened to you? -Uh, some, uh, some bad shit.

Murphy, Plemel's godson, he's, uh, he's gone.

-Gone? Gone where? -Dead.

Look, the son of a bitch followed me. He was gonna take me out.

I, uh... I bashed his head in.

We're cop killers.

I know good cops. Murphy wasn't one of 'em.

He was a murderer hiding behind a uniform.

I mean, I'm-I'm fucked. I mean, I hid him,

I-I-I took his SIM card, I trashed the GPS on his cruiser,

but the data they can pull will show him

in the vicinity of the junkyard before he went dark.

I mean, how-how long till they find him, huh?

Listen to me.

Get cleaned up, go back to the district.

Hang out in the coffee room, shoot the shit.

Make everyone think, even though you left the evidence locker,

you never left the building.

Memories are fuzzy.

You want people believing they saw you at 1:30 when you walked in at 2:30.

Yeah, okay. That's good.

Are we at least getting somewhere? The account number?

-Did we get closer to the source? -Hell yeah.

Say hello to Arvid.

Mr. Rawlings.

I, uh, I didn't know you were in the States.

I've brought gifts.

Thank yous for a job well done. Allow me.

And...

something for the hardworking executive.

Innovative, adaptable, efficient.

Swedish in every way.

So, we got our numbers, yes?

Ah.

Mmm.

We've, uh...

We've replicated the timing.

My new lapdog at the FDA approved human trials this morning.

Put on a-a dog and pony show for a few months,

gin up some test results, then miraculously

have an effective human-grade drug ready for market in less than a year.

We'll be a year ahead of everyone else.

Billions in profit guaranteed.

Skål. Exceptional.

I-I know the, the handling of the P.I. wasn't perfect.

My team's on it.

May I bring up a tough subject?

Cole.

He had his Moonies stone Judith Gray to death,

like something out of the goddamn Middle Ages.

He fucks everything that moves.

Makes Jim Morrison look sober.

Clock's ticking before there's a rebellion on that farm,

and what could be the base of operations

for the next ten Tranqlaras completely implodes.

How would you handle it?

Surgically.

Mm.

Burn the body like the others,

then install new, sober leadership that we can control.

Let that normalize and then start up the next project.

Do you know what I taste in this?

Fig and apple. Am I right?

Hmm.

-What is this, Arvid? -Uh-uh.

I... I was speaking metaphorically.

Sounded kinda literal.

I agree, Woodrow, it's time for new management.

You've had too many indiscreet deaths,

investigators on the property,

getting chloroformed and left in a field.

Yes, I know everything that affects my money.

And the problem is,

you Americans are all cowboys at heart.

You care more about the sizzle than the steak.

I'm not the issue here. He is. No, no, no, no.

Efficiency.

Yes. I am in the Chicago office while we wrap up.

Forward my calls.

Mr. Cole, within 24 hours my team will come to your beautiful farm

and extract the Tranqlara research.

I will then send you 15 million in crypto,

an advance on this upcoming season's work.

You see... we have a new drug.

If you'd still care to partner with us.

Oh, I'd love nothing more.

Fig and apples.

Has anyone seen Murphy?

On patrol?

He's not answering his cell and his radio's off.

He was doing an 8:00 to 4:00, and OEMC's got his car

out by Des Plaines, hasn't moved in a couple of hours,

and he's not returning my calls.

Well, he have a girl out there?

Maybe he cut his comms for a quickie.

A quickie doesn't take a couple of hours.

Get on the phone to Des Plaines PD, and then I want you heading out there.

I'm putting out a BOLO. This ain't like him.

Rats.

What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull?

No bullshit.

You come into my district, you look the part.

Get that fucking mud off your shoes.

Yeah, copy that, sir.

Somebody get me the last ping on Murphy's cell... now.

Never thought I'd live long.

Longevity doesn't cross your mind when you're eating

two squares a week since you're ten.

Least now I'm dying while trying, you know.

Tried to be a good guy.

Didn't think about just surviving for myself this time.

I knew I'd never see 30, but I figured I'd catch a bullet

stealing the wrong guy's shit.

But going out 'cause I wanted to do the right thing.

I did not think that was my ending.

I can handle that.

Scores of corporations, LLCs, partnerships,

dozens of product liability cases for defective drugs.

The companies unwind, disband, dissolve, and disappear,

only to pop up in some other corporate form

under a new name with a new product.

Unbelievable.

How long?

They killed him, didn't they?

I'm sure they're still keeping him alive for now to get information.

That's the good news.

And the bad news.

Good God. Can't there ever be a cute bow on things?

Not in this line of work, no.

-Yeah. -BOLO's out on Murphy.

I mean, they get the dogs out there, he's less than a day from being found.

I had to dump him and run.

My fucking DNA's

still all over him.

Okay. Let me think. Let me think.

-Wait. -What?

What is that?

When we drugged Pierce, I put a tracker on his car.

Why is it in the middle of Lake Waubesa?

'Cause Pierce is dead.

They're cleaning up their mess.

They're getting ready to do what they did in Hamilton,

erase any trace of being on that farm so we can never get Rawlings convicted.

It means we have no way of proving that Murphy and his godfather were on the take,

so I go to prison and Keno dies.

-I'm not letting any of that happen. -Well, how do we stop them?

We grab our weapons,

as much ammo as we can carry,

and kill anyone at Echo Canyon who gets in our way.

♪ I'm a soldier on a battlefield ♪

♪ Got an army on the battlefield ♪

♪ Outnumbered like the Alamo ♪

♪ I don't even want to go ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war, this is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ Always stuck up in a daydream ♪

♪ Can't focus on the other team ♪

♪ Hunted you all day and night ♪

♪ Now I'm ready for a fight ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war, this is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ I can't be your friend ♪

♪ 'cause I gotta knock you out ♪

♪ Are you ready for a surprise? ♪

♪ I don't think you even realize ♪

♪ They say that you're the best ♪

♪ You gotta follow with the rest ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war, this is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war, this is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is war ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ This is war, this is war ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪