Neagley (2026) s01e05 Episode Script

1
Previously on Neagley
You're digging into the past
to try to avoid the present.
There's grief counselors here.
I don't need a damn grief counselor.
I need the truth.
[Keno] I'm heading back to the barn.
I'm getting underground
to see what they have in store for Mandy.
[Hudson] The best chance
we have of helping him
is to focus on the case.
Now, what'd you find
on the pharmaceutical companies?
[Neagley] They could be forcing people
to take drugs.
[Pierce] I said I was trying
to help humanity.
You've provided humanity
- with nothing but corpses.
- [shouting]
[man] The P.I.-- she's still alive.
[Pierce] Yeah, she's capable
but not indestructible.
[man] I'm sending my own people.
[York] Come on, Neagley.
I know you're in there.
I saw your shadow move under the door.
[Renée] I got a call from our contact
at the phone company.
He said York's phone last pinged
off the tower
at 10th and Addison.
That's across from my apartment.
- York is dead.
- [Hudson] All right, get your things
and get over here.
I just texted you my address.
Once our drug gets FDA approval,
I am confident we're gonna cure the world
with Tranqlara.
- [bell rings]
- [quiet chatter]
Oh, hi. I'm Jerry O'Connell.
You've probably seen me
in one of your favorite TV shows
or movies over the last 30 years.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
I've grown up before your eyes,
from being a husky little kid
to a man with a fulfilling career,
wonderful friends and a beautiful family.
But that's not to say
I haven't had my share of ups and downs.
We all have.
And for some of us, climbing out
of those downs can be difficult,
often due to severe trauma
and the ramifications that come from it:
anxiety, depression, PTSD and addiction.
[soft, tense music playing]
You might find yourself headed toward
or already at rock bottom.
But you don't have to stay there.
[hopeful music playing]
Come. Join us in the light.
Healing is within reach with Tranqlara.
It's as easy as one ounce
of a clear, flavorless liquid
added to any beverage three times a week
for six consecutive weeks.
Through Tranqlara's carefully formulated,
psychedelic, psychiatric treatments,
what once held you back,
made you feel small, powerless,
will soon disappear like a stone
skipping away on the water.
[thunder crashes]
- [mysterious music playing]
- [distant siren wailing]
- Is it done?
- [Annika] We had a setback.
We weren't able to wait
for the drugs to kick in.
Target is still in play.
What setback?
We had to get rid of a body.
By the time we got back to the apartment,
she was gone,
along with the milk we dosed.
But she should be feeling
the effects soon.
- Whose body?
- Her boss showed.
Banging on the door,
making a lot of noise.
That isn't some runaway junkie
no one's going to miss.
People are going to ask questions.
Goddamn it.
You were supposed to handle this.
There's a lot more eyes on this now.
She's drawing a lot more attention.
There's a reason we're going this route
instead of putting a bullet in her brain.
It needs to look like a fucking accident!
We are aware, and please lower your voice.
- Where are you?
- About to head to her place of work.
If she's not there,
we go to her father's home,
- her friend's apartment. We'll find her.
- You better hope you do,
because if she's dosed
with the variant I gave you,
once it kicks in, if there's so much
as a firefly by the window,
she'll be drawn outside.
And once she's in the city,
you'll never find her.
Sounds like
she might take care of herself, then.
You were hired for a guarantee.
And you weren't the one who retained us.
We don't work for you.
We both work for the same person,
and if this gets fucked,
it'll be bad for all of us.
- So do your job quickly and quietly.
- [beep]
[horn honks twice]
But how do you know for sure
it was York killed in your apartment?
His last cell tower ping
was near my house.
He's not answering his wife's calls.
He's been with Nora since they were 17.
He always answers her calls.
Maybe they just hurt him.
Maybe they shot him and he's being held.
He was a second-grade detective
in New York. Maybe he injured them.
If they were holding him,
there'd be demands.
And I saw the surface area
the blood covered.
It was substantial.
[shuddering]
[slow, pensive music playing]
[sniffles] Yeah, when no
when no one else would, he, um
he gave me a job
so I could get a work visa.
I mean, I knew no one here.
He'd have me over for the holidays. He
Sorry.
[Renée sniffles]
They were coming after me.
That's why he's dead.
What's next?
I'm going to burn that farm
to the fucking ground.
Run down everything you've found.
Um turns out Keno was wrong.
It's not a room underneath the barn.
It's-it's a government silo. For missiles.
- Like nukes?
- [Renée] Exactly.
Built in 1965.
Eight-thousand-square-foot bunker:
electricity, heat,
AC, running water, offices,
sleeping quarters.
Got it all except
for intercontinental ballistics.
How'd you find all this?
Public records.
All included in the auction when
the government finally sold the property
after sitting on it for almost 30 years.
Let me guess. Buyer was Lawrence Cole.
He took the farm, the structure
beneath it, built his cult right on top.
- Might be building more than a cult.
- Meaning?
[slow, tense music playing]
Look at what we know.
Tommy was on a high dose
of psychedelics when he was killed.
Owen Vark told us Patient 42 was cooked.
Yeah, so was the guy
Keno saw smash his ham candle.
He said he was high as hell.
What if people on that farm
are being given high-grade,
experimental psychedelics
made in an underground lab?
You join a commune to get your life
together and wind up a lab rat?
Runaways, transients,
women fleeing domestic violence.
No one knows where you are,
and you have few contacts or friends.
You know? It's a perfect storm
for an abuse of power.
Yeah, well, Tommy Crane had a friend.
Pierce works for
Invection Pharmaceuticals.
He has the ability to manufacture drugs,
but an underground lab?
It's pristine, clean,
basically hermetically sealed
to ensure pure results.
[Hudson] And if you're doing illegal work,
what's better than being hidden away
under a seemingly innocent farm?
Hey, you know what?
I want to make a call. Be right back.
[tense music playing]
- You okay?
- [Neagley] Yeah.
Just a little light-headed.
I haven't had anything but cereal today.
Also haven't slept much lately, either.
You don't look good. Let me see
if Hudson has a protein bar or something.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
- [insects chirping]
- ["Haunted by a Woman" playing]
On my way down to the water ♪
Got my whiskey in my hand ♪
My love has left me broken ♪
[truck doors close]
The sky is turning gray ♪
[singer vocalizing in song]
[whirring]
- [song fades]
- [tense, dramatic music playing]
[Claude] Hit the gas!
On.
Flip it up and down.
[flames whooshing]
Goddamn it. Check the tanks.
[Ken] Shit.
We're out of propane.
Told you to swap 'em out two weeks ago.
- [sighs] That's my bad.
- [whirring]
I forgot.
Now we got to go all the way back
to the shed and get some more.
Well, move your ass,
or we're gonna miss Cole's performance
waiting for this shit to burn all night.
Come on.
[tense music playing]
[panting]
[grunting]
[grunts]
Shit.
[panting]
Fuck.
Hey, it's Riley.
[sighs]
Rats.
Look, I need you to do me a favor
and look into rye flour.
See if it has any applications
in the manufacturing of, uh, drugs:
LSD, psychedelics, that kind of shit.
[Renée] Hudson?!
Do you s-see this?
[panting]
See what?
Does anyone else see this?
- What the fuck is wrong with her?
- I don't know. I don't know.
She got a little dizzy,
and then all this started.
Something's wrong.
I can see through my hands.
[panting rapidly]
I think I I think I've been drugged.
- Yeah, no shit.
- [breathing sharply]
I'm gonna be sick.
[coughing]
Hey. Hey, we got to get you to a doctor.
No. I got it.
Stay where you are.
[dramatic, pulsing music playing]
Just just give me a second
to figure this out.
[Hudson] Hey, come on. Unlock the door.
Look, no one's gonna touch you, I promise.
We're just gonna help you.
[panting loudly]
[electrical buzzing]
[Hudson] Neagley, you're gonna be okay.
All right?
I will not let anything happen to you,
but please listen carefully.
Get away from the door, all right?
I'm kicking it in on three.
One. Two. Three.
- [siren blaring]
- [horns honking]
Shit.
- [upbeat music playing]
- Shortly after your journey begins,
the portion of your brain
known as the amygdala will be stimulated.
Now, the amygdala is where
all traumatic memories are stored.
This will bring those experiences
to the forefront of your consciousness.
I know, it sounds a little scary,
but the only way out is through.
And remember, for best results,
Invection recommends
that you be in a secure, comfortable
and safe environment.
[horn blaring]
- [tense, dramatic music playing]
- [grunting, panting]
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
[horn honking rapidly]
[muffled chatter over TV]
[muffled chatter continues over TV]
[young girl] Daddy?
Daddy?
Hi.
Daddy?
You shouldn't leave the house.
It's not safe down here.
We should go back upstairs.
[heavy breathing in other room]
[man grunts in other room]
Please.
- [man grunting]
- [punches thumping]
[grunts]
- [grunts]
- Hold him still.
[gasping softly]
- [grunting]
- [knife stabbing rapidly]
Frances?
[Neagley] Wait!
Don't!
[panting]
There. In front of the building.
- [engine revving]
- Run her down.
[tires squealing]
[grunting]
[tires squealing]
[in Swedish] Damn it!
[Annika in Swedish] Turn around.
[in English] It won't look like
an accident. We'll get her.
We just have to be more patient.
- [engine revving]
- [tires squealing]
- Come on. Come on.
- [groaning, panting]
Yeah. Hey, are you okay?
[breathing heavily]
Sorry.
[panting rapidly]
[crying]
Help me.
[insects chirping]
[panting]
[grunts]
[vehicle approaching]
[tense music playing]
[truck stops]
[truck doors close]
[metallic clanking and thudding]
[gas hissing]
[grunting]
[intense, pulsing music playing]
[pained grunting]
[gas hissing]
[whooshing]
[grunts]
[panting]
[fire roaring]
Let's get the hell out of here.
[truck doors open]
[engine starts]
[lively, upbeat music playing]
Tranqlara's revealing
and healing will continue
a few hours after
the psychotropic effects have ceased.
And remember,
our AI-Powered Clarity Guides are just
a touch screen away to walk you
through any memories that may surface.
This is where true healing begins
and will continue.
Find your tranquility. Find your clarity.
When you find Tranqlara.
[sparse applause]
Thank you. Thank you.
Didn't our production team do a great job?
A year from now, a 60-second version
of that industrial film
will be a Super Bowl ad.
And that O'Connell-- he's a friend--
believes in our mission.
Also, you'll all be quite pleased to know
we're making headway
to the promised 30-minute mark.
Given our speed and the test results,
all signs point to fast and successful
human trials, I promise you.
Tranqlara will be the first high-dose,
pharmaceutical-grade psychedelic
to market.
Lipitor, Viagra, Ozempic, Tranqlara.
We will be the next brand name.
[board member] How much
did this commercial cost?
After four years, I think I speak
for the whole board here when I say,
we're not gonna put any more money
into this pipe dream until we see results.
And from what accounting tells us,
you're about to run dry.
We have an FDA
that I believe is fully on board
with what we're trying to do.
Guys, guys, we all thought
medical marijuana was a fad.
We missed the Green Rush.
Let's not let that happen again.
Now we don't foresee any hiccups
getting approval for human tests,
which we hope will commence
by end of year.
And if it doesn't,
I think we have enough to present a motion
to discontinue Tranqlara funding
on January 1st
and to begin an internal corporate audit
on this entire boondoggle.
If one penny is not properly
accounted for, you're out,
and I will contact the SEC and the FBI.
It has been four years of promises.
We have been patient enough.
Won't be a problem.
[line ringing]
- [sighs]
- [phone ringing]
[beep]
Hello.
[Rawlings] I had the mics on.
That did not go well.
I'll meet the deadline.
There-there will be no problems.
SEC? FBI?
The only reason that board exists is
to give a veil of legitimacy
to Invection Pharmaceuticals.
Those clueless drones actually believe
they're doing
God's work,
making medicine for the masses.
They're supposed to make my life easier,
not complicate it.
This medicine will work, sir.
I don't care if it does.
I don't care if it makes people
happy, horny or hungry.
I only care if it makes money,
and if they cut
traditional corporate funding
and I have to back-channel
more capital into this,
you're going to wish
the FBI got to you first.
[tense music playing]
[phone beeping]
[Neagley exhales]
You holding it together?
- I'm good.
- [Hudson] Okay.
'Cause, uh, you said, "Help me,"
and you seemed to mean it.
I-I don't remember anything.
I've just
never been that out of control before.
That's all. That's it. [clears throat]
Those headlights--
they felt like they were pulling me in.
That's what they did to Tommy.
Dosed him,
set him up to die.
He must've been onto something
like we are.
They're killing people.
Paying off cops, funding a massive farm.
Running that kind of operation,
buying silence.
Invection Pharmaceuticals has to be
spending a fortune on this thing.
It's not Pierce's company
spending the money.
- I don't follow.
- [mysterious music playing]
Invection Pharmaceuticals is
a publicly traded company.
The money in public companies
is way too regulated.
They have quarterly filings with the SEC,
annual shareholder reports.
Way too much attention on the bottom line.
Someone would see
huge expenditures being covered up.
Pierce has got to have someone over him,
someone bankrolling all this
with a side agreement with Invection
where they get a piece of the action.
I'm telling you,
Pierce has strings on him.
Okay. How do we find 'em?
No idea, but I-I might've gotten something
that at least shores up our theory.
Right when you went down the rabbit hole,
I was talking to a guy I know
in Narcotics.
Asked him about rye flour.
He emailed, said,
"Rye flour could be used
in the production of LSD,
probably the best grain for growing ergot,
the fungus used
to synthesize psychedelics."
But they'd never heard of it being done.
Why not, if it's the best?
Well, turns out rye-grown ergot
is, uh it's incredibly powerful
but just as delicate, dies too easily.
It's nearly impossible for some, uh
some dealer to grow
in his parents' garage.
But in an underground,
temp-controlled bio lab
Bingo. Yeah, it's a different story.
[phone ringing]
It's Nora York again.
She keeps calling me.
- She's freaking out.
- [phone chimes]
She called the police.
When are we gonna tell her
her husband's dead?
We can't. Look, we tell her,
cops start questioning,
Neagley gets pulled in as a suspect.
She'll have to find out when, uh,
his body turns up in Lake Michigan
or a dumpster in the West Loop.
Look, I know it's harsh,
but according to you guys,
half this office saw York and Neagley
at each other's throats.
That's motive.
And right now,
there's floorboards in her apartment
covered in the man's DNA.
I mean, she looks guilty as fuck.
And maybe that's exactly what they wanted.
A murder-suicide to wrap it all up.
Either way, we're in no position to say
we know a thing about how that man died.
Speaking of which, uh, house keys.
[sighs]
Thanks.
Get a pry-bar and a hammer,
tear up her floor, lose the wood.
That would make me an accessory to murder.
Cops don't know about it yet, so it's not
interfering with an investigation.
So just, look,
put the wood in a garbage bag,
toss some bricks in it,
dump it in the river.
- They killed someone there.
- Yeah, that's what makes it safe.
They're not going back to a murder scene,
and they know Neagley isn't
heading back there, either.
There's no eyes on the building.
You'll be fine.
[scoffs softly]
[Renée sighs quietly]
[door closes]
She gets cleanup, and this is all my mess.
How is this your mess?
[quiet, tense music playing]
I'm the one who started making
all the noise around Tommy's murder.
I was the one
who kicked over so many rocks
that York was worried enough
to come to my home.
The home he bled out and died in.
His death is on me.
Well you are not Joseph Tillman.
Who?
He was a veterinarian
who told a sweet old lady that if she gave
her cow Epsom salt and an enema,
that the cow's constipation
would be cured.
But that concoction made Daisy so sick
she started thrashing around
and knocked over a lantern
that burned half of Chicago to the ground.
But Joseph Tillman didn't cause
the Great Chicago Fire.
Hundred different things did.
Architects that allowed
half the city to be built from wood,
uh, long drought,
under-resourced fire department.
But you know whose fault it wasn't?
Joseph Tillman's.
That's because a bunch of guys
in an illegal card game
knocked over the lantern.
Newspapers only pinned it on O'Leary
and her cow to fuel the anti-Irish hate.
Ran that poor woman out of town.
See? I told you it wasn't Tillman's fault.
There was no vet named Joseph Tillman,
was there?
I mean, it would be a hell of
a coincidence, 'cause I just made it up.
[laughs]
Thank you.
For what you did for me tonight.
I don't scare easy, but that was
Hey. Told you I have your back.
Come on. It's been a hell of a night.
- All right, let's get some food in you--
- Don't touch me!
[intense, pulsing music playing]
Frances. Frances!
What did you see down there?
I want you to listen to me.
He was evil.
I'll never let that monster touch you!
No one ever touches you! Understand?
No one ever touches you. Never!
Do you hear me? Never!
No one ever touches you.
Do you hear me? Never!
I'm sorry.
All right, I, uh
Are you okay?
I was just reaching for my phone.
[trembling breaths]
I'm sorry.
I need to talk to my dad.
I-I'm sorry.
[door opens]
[soft, shaky breathing]
[breathing deeply]
[phone vibrating]
[grunts]
Where have you been? You said
you would check in after the barn.
Well, I've been fighting
for my fucking life.
Okay? Tell Hudson to bring
every cop in Chicago out here.
We got to get this place
- shut down now.
- Slow down. What's going on?
They dumped me in a burn pit
full of chopped-up bodies.
Human bodies, dude.
Christ. We got to get you out.
Collect your things,
get together any videos you have
of the bodies and the incinerator,
- and I'll try and--
- Hold on.
I didn't get anything like that.
You didn't record anything?
- I was trying to escape, bro.
- It's okay.
- We'll find a work-around. We'll, um--
- A work-around to what?
You know I'm ready to testify.
I'll swear on 50 Bibles
to every goddamn thing I saw.
It's okay. You did everything you could.
- What does that mean?
- It means there's no evidence.
- Just your word.
- Okay.
Yeah, yeah, okay, so I'll testify.
Keno, how many times
have you been arrested?
No judge is gonna sign a warrant to raid
private property based on your word alone.
Fucking Bob and Carol.
Who are Bob and Carol?
The names I made up
for my piece-of-shit parents I never met.
All right?
Bob and Carol fucked, spit me out
and sent me to a life of state homes,
group homes and juvie detention centers,
and when I got out, yeah, you know,
I had to lie to survive on the street.
Run a scam or two. That's a lot less bad
than what a bunch of other people do.
No, but because I did
what I had to do to get by,
now I wind up in a body-parts death pit
and no one will believe me
when I tell them about it.
I mean, words that come out
of my mouth are worthless, bro.
[somber music playing]
All because of Bob and fucking Carol.
For what it's worth,
I believe you.
And your word means no less to me
than anyone else's.
[sniffles] Yeah.
- Thanks.
- But if they are dismembering people
and setting them ablaze,
this has gotten too big for you.
I'm gonna tell Neagley and Hudson.
They want to make their case
but not at the expense of your life.
We got to get you out.
Um, farmers market's tomorrow?
I mean, I'm not assigned to it,
and they're pretty strict
with Probationers doing off-site jobs,
you know?
You have to try.
This might be your only shot.
Yo, Mandy works the market tomorrow.
If I can find an in, you can
- pick us both up.
- Both?
Keno, it's complicated enough
trying to get you out--
No, I'm not leaving without her.
I'm not letting her
wind up in a duffel bag.
Fine. Fine. Bring her.
But be careful.
Okay? Just because you're brave
doesn't mean you can't get hurt.
Yeah, I will.
And Renée?
Thank you.
Yeah.
Tomorrow. Don't forget. Try.
I'll be waiting.
[phone clicks]
- [monitor beeping regularly]
- [faint, indistinct announcement]
Frances.
Hi, Dad.
I wasn't expecting to see you today.
I need you to help me
understand some things.
And I need the truth.
Ever since I found that photo
of me and Tommy,
the report card
my memories are coming back to me.
I remember
I remember the night
you were in the basement
with the other two cops
you used to work with.
I don't remember being in no boiler room.
I didn't say boiler room, Dad.
I said basement.
But you clearly remember
being in a boiler room, and so do I.
I remember the three of you
standing over a man, fighting him.
Your memory ain't perfect.
As a detective, you know that.
I saw you kill him.
Stop it. You stop it right now.
Step back from this.
I know what I saw was real
because I felt every bit of it.
I remember being terrified.
I remember watching his body going limp.
I remember you telling me
[somber music playing]
"No one ever touches you."
Why would you say that to me?
Scream that at me?
I never said such a thing.
You're not allowed to do that!
Stop denying it!
You said it, and it worked.
You got what you wanted.
No one's ever touched me.
I've never danced with anyone.
[voice breaking] I've never had
a first kiss with anyone.
A guy reached towards me last night--
a guy I really like--
and I screamed at him.
[sobbing] Do you know how lonely I am?
I've been alone my whole life.
- I was there.
- That wasn't enough!
This is what you bring to me
on my deathbed?
Calling me a murderer?
Blaming me for your issues?
I deserve to know the truth.
- You did this to me.
- Get out.
Get out and take your lies with you.
I don't have any lies, Dad.
But I'll leave you here with yours.
[phone ringing]
- Renée.
- [Renée] I heard from Keno.
It's not good.
- [Nellie Pearl sings "Canoe"]
- Well, I can't be about it ♪
but I can talk about it ♪
Oh, brother, you can do it,
stop talking that shh ♪
But it's real
and I know who's to blame ♪
You get the shambles,
it's always the same ♪
I got an idea
Oh, hey, Judith.
Um, sorry, have you seen Mandy?
Why?
I was just gonna see
if she needed any help
at the farmers market tomorrow, you know?
Well, it's not your place
to choose the assignments you want.
That's why they're called assignments.
They're assigned.
You know, I know,
and you're totally right.
I just, uh I really, really want
to get as much experience
with every chore on the farm
as possible, you know?
I really want to become a Neophyte
and lose this Probationer tag
I got hanging on me, you know?
Okay, fine.
Be at the van tomorrow morning.
Check the schedule for the departure time.
You can have Mandy's spot.
- [song fades]
- [foreboding music playing]
Whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on.
Mandy's not working the market, too?
No, Keno, Mandy's no longer here.
She moved onto the sister farm
this morning
to continue her enlightenment journey
by serving the Project.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm done
answering the questions of a Probationer.
♪
[Hudson] You all right?
Just got a disturbing phone call
from Renée.
Yeah, I got the same one.
Things are getting very real.
How'd it go with your dad?
Old man plans to die with his secrets.
What secrets?
I don't know.
Something from when I was little.
I lied to you before.
I was seeing these flashes from
my childhood when I was on that drug.
I saw my past like it was on TV.
It was that clear.
Pierce Woodrow climbed into my head,
and he's scratching away in there
like a fucking rat in the attic.
- Tearing shit up.
- You've been through a lot.
Let me handle this.
I'll find Pierce
and bring his ass into the station.
No.
Whoever he's working for
kills people left and right.
We could put a blowtorch to his feet,
Pierce will never tell us anything.
So, then, what's our play?
[tense music playing]
I'm gonna get into his head
just like he got into mine.
[phone buttons clicking quietly]
- [horn honks]
- [lock clicks]
[grunts, sputters]
What? [grunts]
[muffled grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
- [Split Enz plays "I Got You"]
- I got you ♪
That's all I want ♪
I won't forget ♪
That's a whole lot ♪
I don't go out ♪
Not now that you're in ♪
Sometimes we shout ♪
But that's no problem ♪
I don't know why sometimes
I get frightened ♪
You can see my eyes ♪
You can tell that I'm not lying ♪
Look at you ♪
You're a pageant ♪
You're everything ♪
that I've imagined ♪
But something's wrong ♪
I feel uneasy ♪
You show me ♪
Tell me you're not teasing ♪
Well, I don't know why ♪
sometimes I get frightened ♪
You can see my eyes ♪
You can tell that I'm not lying ♪
I don't know why sometimes
I get frightened ♪
You can see my eyes ♪
You can tell me you're not lying ♪