Neagley (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Previously on Neagley
Hudson Riley.
[Neagley] Need security video
of the pedestrian strike on the L 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.
[tires screech]
- Who are you?
- I smell gas.
- What'd you see?
- [Keno] Two thuggy types.
They went in for ten minutes,
came out and left.
[Neagley] It's the tattoo.
They wanted him unidentifiable
because he's one of them.
- [metal screeches]
- It's all so beautiful.
[Renée] 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.
[birds chirping]
[atmospheric music playing]
♪
Sure would be nice
if I had someone to help me.
Awful lonely.
[exhales] 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.
[thunder crashing]
Hey! Hey!
I need you two at the hog pen!
- [pigs squealing]
- Come on, guys.
Hey, we got to get you inside.
Come on, here we go. Here we go
[dark music playing]
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?
- [distant thunder crashes]
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.
[dark music playing]
[taps desk]
[door opens, closes]
[suspenseful music playing]
Why wasn't she properly disposed of?
We were repairing the gas lines.
He asks too many questions.
Not for long.
[thunder crashes]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[birds chirping]
[siren whooping]
- 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 nondominant 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.
[scoffs] Wonder why.
Parents with kids under ten
always leave a note.
What kid?
He has a daughter.
[tense music playing]
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 bagman.
Low-rent collection orders.
And I'll bet you
he was picking up work right here.
[Hudson clears throat]
[Ford] Okay, there she is. Take the shot.
[Davos] There's cops everywhere.
[Hudson] What?
I'm getting a familiar feeling.
[Hudson] What feeling?
Stay there.
Keep your eyes down.
- I just saw a quick reflection.
- Of what?
What feeling?
- That I'm being hunted.
- [rifle clicks]
[Hudson] 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.
[bag zips]
But they'll be back.
Hey.
Did you get a look at them?
Was it one of these guys?
[Neagley] That one.
- Where'd you get this?
- Morgue security camera.
Sent to me about an hour ago.
Maybe I do have some training.
[Neagley] 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.
[Three Dog Night plays
"Mama Told Me (Not to Come)"]
Craziest party that could ever be
[scoffs]
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
[clears throat]
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.
[Hudson] 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.
[Neagley] 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?
[atmospheric music playing]
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.
[tense music playing]
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.
[Hudson] Fucker!
[Neagley] You're redlining. Take a beat.
We got to track down Davos and Ford.
I got someone to see first.
- [engine starts]
- Hudson?
[tires screech]
[suspenseful music playing]
Shit.
[tires screech]
♪
[Mickey] 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!
[Mickey] 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.
- [bat clatters]
- I'll see you at Thanksgiving, asshole.
[Gregg Allman sings "Midnight Rider"]
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.
[door opens, closes]
Hey, Berna, it's me.
Berna?
[grunts softly]
[somber music playing]
♪
[indistinct P.A. chatter]
[Calvin] 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.
[somber music playing]
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.
[scoffs]
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.
[mysterious music playing]
What is it?
This is from Tommy Crane.
[envelope ripping]
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.
[mouse clicks]
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?
[tense music playing]
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.
- [door chimes]
- I used to smoke ♪
Five packs of cigarettes a day ♪
- It was the hardest thing ♪
- [drink slurps]
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.
[clears throat] All right?
That's-that's all I know. [chuckles]
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.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[ominous music playing]
[metallic rattling]
[floorboard squeaks loudly]
- [door squeaks open]
- [Ford] Hey, man.
I packed up all the ammo
we have up here. She--
Oh, shit.
[Ford yells]
Freeze!
Shit.
[train horn blowing]
[train squealing on tracks]
Hey!
Hey.
[honking]
Hey!
[groaning]
Move!
Hey, whoa. Yo, what--
[grunting]
[panting]
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?
[Hudson] Come on.
Murder? Guns?
You're not the shot-caller.
Why face that kind of time?
[Neagley] 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.
[Ford] 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.
[dramatic music playing]
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.
[Cole] 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.
[hangs up]
[scoffs]
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.
[bag thumps lightly]
No hard feelings.
Okay. Okay.
Oka-- [grunting]
What are you--
What what is happening to me?
- Concentrated digitalis patch.
- [slow, eerie music playing]
- [groans softly]
- 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.
- [groans]
- 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.
[loud, guttural gasping]
[soft groan]
[chuckles]
♪
[Junior Wells sings
"Messing With The Kid"]
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.
- [slow, suspenseful music playing]
And what'd he say?
That he didn't remember when it started.
He was lying.
What?
[Neagley] I didn't leave a light on
in my apartment.
[gasps]
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--
- [Hudson] Whoa, whoa. Whoa.
The fuckin' Stukov Brothers?
Right? I'm snakebit 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 sheetrock?
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.
- [Neagley] 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.
- [Neagley] 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.
[knocking]
[Renée] It's Renée.
Is this a fucking slumber party?
Why didn't you call?
I did. Went to voicemail.
[Keno] What's up?
Keno.
[Neagley] 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.
- [Hudson] 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.
[Keno] Okay.
[sucks in sharply through teeth]
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. [sniffles]
It's my bad.
Now stay still.
What's that?
[Neagley] For Charlie Halle's daughter.
She won't even remember him
unless there's evidence.
- [slow, gentle music playing]
- 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.
[Keno] Ow!
I'm rethinking the shit out of this.
[Neagley] 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.
[Conway Twitty sings
"You've Never Been This Far Before"]
I can almost hear the stillness ♪
as it yields to the sound
of your heart beating ♪
[indistinct chatter]
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.
[Donovan sings "Season Of The Witch"]
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.
[Keno] 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.
[solemn music playing]
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 bagman 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.
[door closes]
[Hudson] 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.
[tense music playing]
She's sighted in.
She's got that cop with her again.
[Cole] 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?
[Donovan sings "Season Of The Witch"]
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 ♪