Yaga (2026) s01e04 Episode Script

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Cause of death,
abdominal stab wound.
- Is that piece bone?
- Human bone.
My missing persons case
just turned into a murder
of his look-alike roommate.
Yeah, but there's something
else going on here.
Maybe Logan
was drugging Henry.
That's the same powder
as in Henry's room.
What if he wanted
to become Henry?
Replace him?
- Holy shit.
- These are all dated.
I think Logan
was recording Henry's bedroom.
Pam! What's my name?
Logan was having sex
with Pam Russell last night.
Rapp!
A recipe for power
passed down from my mother,
and her mother,
and her mother before her.
A pinch of earth from the base
of an ancient tree,
the venom
of an angry toad,
nine tears
from a virgin defiled…
…the blood from a hen
who no longer lays…
…all mixed by the steady hand
of one who dances
with the Devil.
And then comes the hard part.
I know you're fucking in there!
This is bullshit.
I didn't do anything.
I said black, not milk.
- Sorry. I can go get you a new one.
- Whatever. It's fine.
She's cute!
- Are you comfortable?
- Who, Carson?
- Pam.
- Not really.
I've seen her at the gym.
I've been going a ton
since the divorce.
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Why am I here?
I know you and Logan
knew each other.
We think you're one of the last
people to see him alive.
What, 'cause I was at the party?
There was a million people at the party.
But not all of them had relations with
Logan in Henry's room… wearing wings.
Wings?
I think you're confusing me
with someone else.
Well, no. There's a tape.
- A tape?
- Audio. From that night in Henry's room.
Logan used your name,
asked you to call him "Henry."
- And you think it's me because…
- Voice recognition software.
- She's bluffing.
- You're lying.
I wish I was.
Logan was making tapes
of Henry's bedroom activities.
They go back months.
I'm so sorry
this is how you find out.
I know it's a betrayal of your privacy,
and Henry's.
- Fuck you. And fuck Henry.
- Well, you did.
Frequently.
I mean, you're on a lot of tapes.
At least it seems like
Henry's great in bed,
or you're really good
at faking it.
But then I guess all the other girls
would have to be good fakers too,
and there are
a lot of other girls.
You did say that you're open,
though, right?
Have you guys already
listened to all those tapes?
Not even close.
It's kinda fun, though, right?
Oh, yeah, it's a total dream
to listen to your boss's kid fuck all day.
…you were using Logan to get
Henry back for all the cheating, but…
…looks like you were together
junior year and senior year.
You and Logan dated for two years.
Weird you never mentioned that.
Alice Casey said you were pressuring
her good Christian boy.
- To what?
- Alice. Is she still slut-shaming me?
But honestly,
we were 17, not 11.
Fair.
What was Logan like
when you were together?
He was a good guy.
A weirdo nerd for sure, but…
I didn't have a lot of friends
growing up here.
I'm adopted, and he was
always really nice to me.
We dated, but we were never,
like, together.
I don't know if it was God,
or if he liked boys.
Maybe he was
just figuring himself out.
Maybe.
But you stayed friends?
- Yeah.
- Then you met Henry.
He came on so strong.
Neither of us
had ever met anyone like him.
He literally swept us off our feet.
Did the three of you
hang out together a lot?
All the time.
And Logan got obsessed
with Henry.
He… was, like, everything
that he wanted to be.
He was confident,
and sophisticated, rich.
Thought he was, like,
an upside-down version of him.
And honestly,
I thought he was cuter before.
More… real.
Those stupid fucking overalls.
Logan wanted to be Henry,
maybe to be with him.
How did Henry take that?
Loved it.
He's such a fucking narcissist.
The whole thing
just fed his giant ego,
like having a townie wind-up doll
that he could shape
into a version of himself.
You know anything about this?
We found it in Logan's room.
- That's Villy.
- Villy?
They were both always on it.
Do you wanna know
what's in it?
I don't mess with it.
It really fucks you up
and gets you scary horny and
then makes you see crazy shit.
Can you tell me
about this symbol?
It's something
from their little cult.
They were thinking about
getting tattoos of it.
- Tattoos?
- Yeah.
- What cult?
- I don't know.
Some sort of stupid
hippy brain-rot shit.
They would go off into the forest for
days and then come back with Villy.
You ever see Logan or Henry
sacrifice a chicken?
What?
No.
I don't know anything about what they
did in the woods. I never went.
- Because you were never invited?
- I didn't wanna go.
- You think they went there to be alone?
- Henry's not gay.
- Did that make you jealous?
- No.
So, when was the first time
you all fucked?
We didn't.
Weird. It's just…
we have a tape.
Eckert?
Can you play the tape?
Go with it.
- On it.
- We can listen to it all together.
Stall.
Just queuin' it up.
Don't play it.
Please?
It was Henry's idea.
He had wanted to have a threesome
for a really long time,
but I was surprised
when he suggested Logan.
At first,
he just wanted Logan to watch.
He loves an audience.
But then…
Henry wanted him
to join in…
But the thing about Henry is he just
can't bear to be left out of anything.
What did Henry want?
He knew I wanted Logan.
I guess the idea of someone
taking something that belonged to him
was… exciting.
And he had me
call Logan "Henry."
He said it was like
watching a movie of himself.
What did Logan want?
I think he just wanted
to make Henry happy.
And you were
just happy to be with Logan.
Pathetic.
I'm sorry?
I don't know, it just seems
kinda weak
to let them use you
to pseudo-fuck each other.
I'm not weak.
I get that
you like the attention
and have an unrequited crush on
your high-school sweetheart,
but Logan would only have sex
with you if Henry watched,
which means,
when Henry went missing,
you somehow convinced him
to fuck you anyway.
You told him
you'd have sex in Henry's room.
Maybe you even told him
he could record it?
- I didn't know about the tapes!
- You told him you'd call him "Henry."
Maybe you thought
that with Henry gone,
Logan would want you for you,
but he didn't. I bet that hurt.
- Please stop.
- I bet that made you angry.
Maybe angry enough
to do something desperate?
I think you knew Logan
was in his secret room.
- What secret room?
- I think you went in there and…
Stop it! Stop.
You think I killed Logan?
I fucking loved Logan.
But you hate Henry.
I didn't do shit
to either of them.
I was downstairs
until the cops came.
You can ask Hunter Nielson.
What were you doing
with Hunter Nielson?
Fucking his brains out,
obviously.
We were dancing, and you can ask
all the other people there who saw us.
Names and phone numbers.
Starting with Hunter.
Do you think Logan could've
done something to Henry?
No.
Logan loved Henry.
And no one in Whittock's
doing anything to Henry,
no matter how much they hate him.
His family's fuckin' crazy.
Pam, do you think it's possible
Henry could have killed Logan?
Maybe he knew something Henry
didn't want other people to know?
You said that Logan has
these tapes going back months?
And you've listened
to them all?
We're working on it.
Well, I'd keep listening,
if I were you.
And I know you don't have a tape
of me threatening Henry or Logan,
so you'd better let me go
or get me a fucking lawyer!
Thank you for your time.
You can go.
I'm gonna go make sure
she gets out okay.
Don't want her suing the department
for trauma or whatever.
Hey.
That was fantastic.
You went fuckin' beast mode.
What else do you think
could be on those tapes?
I don't know,
but I think I have an idea about someone
who could tell us more about that symbol.
Let's go.
- She's close.
- What?
I can always hear
when a woman is close.
- You think you can hear that?
- Oh, yeah.
You'd be surprised
what you can hear if you listen.
- Good to know.
- It's true.
See, every woman has a…
a distinct rhythm.
Can you hear yourself?
Can you hear the things you say?
Jesus!
Like to hear
the things you say.
- Oh, God. Okay.
- Sorry.
I think we need to be considering the idea
that Henry killed Logan.
The DNA under Logan's fingernails
could be his.
I mean, that DNA
could literally be anyone's.
Park men can get into
some kinky shit, but murder?
I don't think so.
Especially not their BFF.
Maybe he had enough.
Looked like Logan was trying
to take over his life,
so Henry gets ahead of it.
- He takes out cash…
- Reaching.
…gets an untraceable weapon,
hides in the woods for a few days,
sneaks into the party
in a mask,
kills Logan.
Now he's hiding, waiting to see
how everything shakes out.
Interesting theory.
More likely, this has something to do
with the cult that Pam told us about.
Satanists in the woods.
Good old-fashioned Satanists
killing Logan as a sacrifice.
No way. Whittock's not interesting
enough for Satanists.
This is just dumb rich-kid shit
that got out of hand.
Maybe your little girlfriend
did it.
What would you do
if she showed up on a tape?
She's not my girlfriend.
Obviously, you're my girlfriend.
She's just a little…
fun on the side.
- Hi, babe!
- Hi.
This one?
It's a triskele.
It's a version of it.
It's an ancient symbol,
and it means all kinds of stuff.
Like what?
Sorry, no offence.
Do I have to talk to her?
I just really don't like cops.
I've been arrested before,
and the whole interrogation process
is just, like, not my thing.
No problem, babe.
I'm not a cop.
- You can just talk to me.
- Okay.
So, what kind of stuff
does it mean?
Death, life, rebirth, fertility.
The Triple Goddess, mother, maiden,
crone, past, present, future.
Laney puts it on all her pottery
and her lotions and stuff,
and she calls it a mark of power,
which is so, like, chef's kiss.
Who's Laney?
She's sorry. Who's Laney?
Laney is…
She's a very cool,
very old lady.
I mean, she's so old.
She's, like, a hundred.
But she does pottery.
She's into naturopathy.
She also helps
with women's stuff, you know?
And she sells drugs?
Like what you gave him
at the party?
We know all about the Villy.
- Am I not allowed to talk?
- Just…
Villy is not a drug.
It's actually an ethical
organic disassociative tonic.
Pardon me.
And, actually, did you know
that it stands for vylikuvaty,
which means "cure"
in Ukrainian?
And Laney says that it is the cure
for every ailment, like, even reality.
And did you know
that it is a hallucinogenic drug
that contains trace elements of chicken
blood and human bones?
You're so crazy!
No, it's totally legit.
She uses it
for her guided manifestations.
They're called "Sabbats."
That's what witch gatherings
used to be called,
but now we are reclaiming it.
So we camp out,
we take Villy,
and then we sing,
and we tell stories,
and we trip out
around the fire,
and we, like,
manifest our dreams.
It's, like, so fucking powerful.
Sorry, uh, what do you mean,
manifest your dreams?
Oh, it's an offering, so you bring
a little gift for the goddess,
and then you draw a triskele
near where you sleep,
and then you just manifest
your deepest desires.
Kinda like how I manifested
a really hot guy
who wasn't a douchebag.
Easy-peasy!
Well, no, actually.
Magic is very fucking hard.
Like, actually,
I have this friend,
Darla, she's been trying
to get pregnant for years,
but she's getting a little old,
you know, she's 35,
but actually, she said that her husband
Doug is the problem.
Don't tell anyone that.
But she manifested a whole baby.
She did have to drink
chicken blood
and eat Doug's literal fingernails,
which, like, that part was so unhinged,
but she got a baby.
I don't think I want kids.
Can you show us where these
"Sabbats" are held?
It's, like, an hour from the entrance
to Rupert's Trail,
and then you keep going north
up the creek,
and then, yeah,
it's right there.
It's this big clearing.
Although I swear
there was this one time
where we slept in this weird wood cabin,
but… I don't know.
We're always
pretty high, so…
You ever see Henry Park or Logan Casey
at these gatherings?
Yeah.
Babe, why didn't you
tell me that?
You know that I'm here
to find Henry, right?
Well, babe, you did not ask me.
I mean, I was at the party.
- So fair.
- Yeah! Right?
Yeah.
Any idea what Logan or Henry
were trying to manifest?
No. Manifestations
are super private.
Can you give us
Laney's address and number?
Is she in trouble
with the cops?
Oh, no, no, no!
No, nothing like that.
It's a bit sensitive.
Can I share?
My partner
and her partner are…
they're trying
to get pregnant.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah. I wanna manifest a baby.
Oh, my god!
Good for you!
Yes! Of course.
Here. Let me get you her address.
That look like
a fancy black car to you?
Depends what you call fancy.
Okay, so, what if
these offerings are like
a sacrifice
to this Triple Goddess, right?
Logan draws the symbol
underneath the bed,
he sacrifices the chicken
to manifest,
I don't know, becoming Henry
or something?
Or maybe
Logan is the sacrifice,
and Henry kills him
to manifest something bigger?
What's Henry gonna manifest
that he doesn't already have?
What every guy
like that wants. More.
Police!
Hello?
Okay, let's go back
and get a warrant.
Or… we could pick this lock
right now.
What? No. Absolutely not.
We need a warrant.
Oh, did you hear that?
- That's somebody in distress.
- I didn't hear anything.
And I think
it is your job as a cop
to get in there and save a life.
Maybe even Henry's.
You are on a roll, Beast Mode!
Police!
Anyone home?
Oh, my god. Would you relax?
It's a little old lady.
We don't know that.
Laney?
Rapp? Is that you?
Stop! Police!
Gonna go this way!
- Did you see 'em?
- No!
How the fuck
did they do that?
What are you doing?
69ing.
Interesting!
Can you call Billy?
Hi, it's Billy.
- Hey, Billy.
- Give me that.
- Hey, Billy-boy, it's Rapp.
- Oh, hey! How's it going?
Not bad, man.
Listen.
There was a 911 call placed
from 51 Meadowvale last week.
The house on the point.
I need to know who placed the call
and what went down,
and maybe
just give us a ring back.
Okay, well, who should I call?
Well, I don't know
who you should call, buddy,
but, uh, you can take
a little initiative, right?
You got this! All right, good luck!
Bye! Love ya.
Let's go explore.
That must be Laney.
And I think that's Angel.
Doesn't that look like
Henry's maid?
- Maybe?
- Probably a Sabbat.
Fucking cults.
Lotion.
Might be good for your bite.
No, thank you
to the mystery lotion.
What'd you find?
It looks like it's
some kind of diary.
It's definitely not in English.
Maybe I'll translate it.
It's in Ukrainian.
"A piece of ground
from the bottom of an old tree,
nine tears from a virgin defiled."
Dark.
"The blood of a hen which no longer
carries eggs, poisoned by an angry toad."
So, recipe, maybe?
If that's Billy,
put him on speaker.
Billy! What's up?
Sorry, I didn't have your phone
number, Mr. Rapp,
or just Rapp?
- Just go, Billy.
- Right! Sorry.
So, uh, dispatch said
they sent out an ambulance
last week, morning of the 21st.
They picked up the homeowner,
Olena Yaha, drove her to the E.R.
- She's been there ever since.
- Okay, great. Thanks.
And, Mr. Rapp, and I asked my cousin
Margery, who works at the hospital,
what happened.
She said Ms. Yaha had a bad fall,
resulting in a head wound.
She's 90
and she already has dementia,
but now she's got
hospital-induced delirium,
and it is… sorry,
I can't read my writing.
"Not… looking… good."
Okay, great work, Billy!
Great initiative. All right?
We gotta go, so…
Oh, wait! Do you wanna give me your
number in case I come up with any…
No, just call my partner.
She'll always pick up. Bye!
If Laney was in the hospital
on the 21st,
she couldn't have been
a part of any of this.
I don't know.
Looks like maybe she might be.
Who does that look like?
Mrs. Yaha?
Olena. No "missus."
No husband.
Ivan!
- No, Rapp. Charlie Rapp.
- I know you!
I know who you are!
Always you have questions.
Olena, I'm Sergeant Carson.
We are looking into the death
of Logan Casey.
I'm gonna record this, because I have
no idea what you're saying.
You bring podarunok?
Poda what?
When you ask for something,
you should bring gift for thank you.
No my'aso?
No kvity? No vodka?
- I actually do have a gift for you.
- Vodka?
It's not vodka, and technically,
it already belongs to you.
There must always be three.
Olena,
we're also investigating
the disappearance
of Henry Park.
Do you know him?
Okay.
But he never ask right question.
Yeah, I know, we never do.
This guy?
Bad dog!
Not a fan?
Oh, he wanted the vylikuvaty.
That's gotta be Villy, right?
But so he could no longer bite,
she took his teeth out
with a hammer!
Olena, we know you gave him
drugs with bone in them.
Bone… drugs?
Um, and you spent time
with them in the woods?
Am I in trouble?
- No, you're not in trouble, but…
- Oh, you like her!
You like her!
You like her hrudy!
- Oh, my god!
- Oh, well, I don't, you know, I mean…
You like hrudy
Come on, I…
she's my co-worker!
I respect her hrudy.
- Thank you.
- A good boy.
Good dog.
She needs bad dog.
- She need a baby!
- Who is "she"?
What does the bad dog need?
Nothing.
But what does he want?
He want to dance like me.
Oh, you ask wrong question.
Eckert, what's up?
There's a video
from the party last night
just posted from Henry's account.
I'm sending it to you right now.
Olena,
this is a friend of mine…
and bad dog or not,
he's missing,
and I need you
to help me find him,
so can you just tell me what does Henry
Park want? What does he want?
He want to dance
with the Devil.
- Is Henry Park the bad dog?
- Wrong question.
Okay, is the bad dog
alive or dead?
Wrong question.
What does Henry Park
want from you?
Oh, you ask wrong question!
Okay, then, do you know
where Henry Park is?
I don't speak
fuckin' Ukrainian.
Tell me where he is!
Dust for the chickens
in the woods!
Is Henry Park the bad dog?
- Wrong question.
- I'm trying.
- Wrong question!
- Okay.
Wrong question.
Why does Henry Park wanna
dance with the Devil?
- Wrong question.
- Fuck!
- Okay. Okay.
- Wrong question!
Who is the Devil that
Henry Park wants to dance with?
- Wrong question!
- Who is the Devil?
Baba Yaga.
And then comes the hard part…
find the bad dog and kill him.
Rapp! What did you do?
…grind his bones,
eat them slowly,
then join the Devil for a dance.