Previously on "Chance"...
Chance: Nic thanked Pepper?
Christina: Right after she broke her nose.
D: My father hired new PIs to track me.
It'll just be for a couple of days.
Why don't you just talk to him,
just get everything out on the table,
even if it's only to establish terms?
My son -- the last time I saw him,
he was just a little boy.
-What happened? -Well, gay is what happened.
Lambert: Winter's people reached out.
I'm telling you, as a friend, you need to back off.
He wants to torment you,
and you can't let him get away with it.
We can't.
Hynes: Winter filed another complaint.
I've lost my job.
Chance: Mr. Winter has suffered a trauma.
It's raised issues for him that he wants to work through
with therapy.
Does he want that, or do you want it?
He says he has to trust the process, trust you,
but I don't have to, and I don't.
Winter: I hurt people.
I hurt them so bad...
that they died. [ Breathes shakily ]
**
Winter: I felt helpless.
Then I found a way not to be.
She woke back up...
at one point.
Regained consciousness.
Mommy! Mommy!
It's funny, she was, uh, pretty lucid talking about --
well, not funny,
but it's curious, the kinds of things people will say.
She said that she was worried about
a driver's test she had the next morning
and asked me if I was there to help her study.
To tutor her.
[ Gasps ]
Her name was Catherine.
And she made me feel better.
That was the first one?
First one you -- you hurt?
You killed?
[ Fire crackling ]
That was your coping mechanism.
Yes.
But it didn't last.
No.
Once you know how, you want to feel better again.
**
How many?
How many have there been?
**
How do you choose them?
Your victims?
Sins choose us...
...according to our weaknesses.
But there are people
who shine with vulnerability,
whether they know it or not.
Their faces say,
"I am afraid of you."
Their faces tell you what they expect you to do to them.
They expect to be hurt.
They invite it,
because they expect it.
And if I chose anything,
it was because their weakness spoke to mine.
Were they all mothers?
[ Breathes shakily ]
A child shines with vulnerability.
A child who's been hurt expects to be hurt again.
Does that mean they deserve it?
Or do they deserve to be protected?
Cared for? Loved?
**
Who told you this,
about sin and weakness?
Who said that to you?
A very damaged woman
who was carrying her own terrible psychic pain
she tried to give to you -- pass on to you.
Before she tried to destroy you.
[ Breathes shakily ]
I'm not dead.
I'm lost, but I'm not dead.
I'm not dead!
**
D: Hm.
Old school.
But effective.
**
How's this?
**
How about now?
**
Fear stops when you kill the thing you're afraid of.
Or it kills you.
**
How many?
He talked about how he kills them and how he tracked them.
He implied it was many,
but he never actually said a number.
He did name one, though -- Catherine.
I-I -- I had him.
He was right there with me.
Let's just go for a drive.
Maybe we just go for a drive.
Yeah. I'll drive you wherever you want to go.
I don't feel right.
Listen, I think you're being very brave, Ryan.
You've had to carry this whole thing alone for so long.
Give me a second.
You know what I think we should do right now?
I'd like to bring you to the hospital.
Get you admitted.
You got further than I ever did, than -- than anyone could.
But then to fucking lose him...
[ Beep ] -Kitchen door open.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
What?
She's here.
Ryan, are you all right?
I'm sorry, I -- What's going on here?
This -- This doesn't change anything, all right?
I heard you. I want to help you.
Help him? He's a wreck because of you.
You can't go back on this now. You know that.
The only way out of this is through.
Please come with me now.
Please? -Come with you?
Ryan, please!
Chance: I don't know if he actually wanted to stop.
You know what people do that don't want to stop?
They keep fucking going.
-He wants you to leave. -He didn't say that.
He doesn't need to.
What?
Maybe I should call 911.
Go ahead. Let's get the police here.
You're awfully confident.
Wonder why that is.
You're ready?
Let's call them.
[ Sighs ]
I didn't get him to turn himself in,
I didn't get him to admit anything
that I could legally take to the police.
I should've --
My head was just fill-- I wanted to...
Hynes: What? Get yourself arrested?
Fuck that. You played it the way you could.
And you -- you didn't blow it. You got us a name -- Catherine.
I've never heard of any unsolved Catherines.
Maybe they never found her body.
Or maybe she's one of the bodies out in the Headlands, even.
I'm gonna look into that.
-Look into it how? -Well, I mean, I'm --
I'm gonna look into having someone look into it for me.
I've got this friend Frank at the D.A.'s office
who doesn't completely hate me yet --
I c-- I can ask him.
Oh, and speaking of looking into things,
that fucking Lyndsay,
I looked into her way back when, and nothing.
Where is she from?
Uh, Connecticut or some shit. Why?
I don't know. Just grasping at straws, I guess.
Maybe Winter doesn't have any involvement
with Stevie Benjamin's death.
Oh, well, this is -- Christ.
Maybe he just had a morbid fascination with it,
from growing up close by.
Maybe the rock that D found in his house
doesn't have the significance we thought it did.
Maybe since we're dreaming, I'd like a pony.
I know. I-I agree.
I'm just saying, if we're not dreaming, if we are right,
then we still don't actually know who that DNA belongs to.
No, we don't, do we?
So, Winter admitted that his...
coping mechanism is killing.
And he also admitted that it's not working anymore.
I don't even want to think about how he came to that conclusion.
I've got enough on my conscience as it is.
Right now, my focus has to be to get him back.
You know, when I was sitting opposite him,
he was rambling on about dealing out death...
...I thought about dealing it right back at him.
More than once.
I don't know how you do it, all those years.
Sitting opposite killers, encouraging them,
getting them to elaborate without --
Stabbing them in the fucking eye?
**
Let me tell you something.
You know how many times
I pulled out my piece in the line of duty?
7 -- 26 years.
You know how many times I've shot it?
Once.
You know how many people I've killed?
None.
If you're not acting in self-defense,
or the active defense of someone else,
then you're a fucking murderer.
Ryan Winter is a murderer.
And that's who he wants to be.
I'm not gonna be like him.
We have a deal.
Ryan Winter in front of the bar of justice,
to bare all before the whole world.
I'm gonna do this the right way.
Not Ryan Winter's way.
**
And your super-sized friend?
I'm sure he's gonna be asking the same question.
So, you're gonna have to tell him that we --
we have a deal.
**
Stone: His parole officer called me, told me he'd been working
in a 24-hour garage in Daly City for about the last month.
Called over and talked to the manager. And?
And Pardo's not the most popular guy there.
So when some big bald guy showed up recently
and gave him a beatdown, nobody was that surprised.
Or sad.
Broke a bunch of bones, put him in the hospital.
When he got out,
went to live with his sister in Castro Valley.
So, uh, what's the deal?
Who's this Pardo guy to you?
**
[ Men grunting ]
[ Sticks clacking ]
D: Hinto.
Mass attack.
I need six guys.
I want you to come at me, hard.
I want you to really try to hurt me.
And I'm gonna really try to hurt you.
Ready?
* I can see for miles -I'm taking this dog.
-No! Please. He's mine! -You can't take care of it, man.
You know that. This is an animal abuse.
-Hey, come on, man. -That's his dog.
Woman: Yeah, well, he can't help himself.
How's he gonna help the dog? -No, please!
Put your phones away. It deserves to be protected.
It deserves a home! -Hey! You're hurting him!
-Hey, watch it. -No!
[ Crying ]
Man: Get their plates.
Ohh!
[ Crying continues ]
Woman #2: Who does that?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
* Angel just above the grid
**
* Open, smiling, reach out
**
[ Door closes ]
[ Grunts ]
Hey.
Dad's not here.
I know.
Futon's all yours again.
[ Zippers zipping ]
-Hey, you okay? -Yep.
-You get in a fight? -Nope.
What are you working on?
This morning, I saw this rich couple
steal a homeless guy's dog.
At least they looked like they were rich.
So mean and shitty.
They just yanked it right out of his arms and drove away.
We all just stood there watching.
Or even worse, filming it.
How fucked up is that?
-Pretty fucked up. -Yeah.
So, anyway, I'm trying to find them
through the gross magic of social media.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
The rich hipster couple. -To do what?
I don't know. Talk to them.
Say if they let me take the dog back,
I'll keep an eye on it if they're worried,
make sure it gets its shots and whatever.
That way, everyone can get what they want.
These rich people you're talking about --
they have what they want.
They don't care about you.
Before you even open your mouth,
you'll be wasting their time.
You can plan shit out in your head.
Everything you want to do and say --
everything you think the other guy might do or say.
But when you get to it,
nothing is like you planned.
Ever.
Okay.
If I left anything here that you find, just throw it away.
**
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hey, I got it. I got it. Thanks.
Knock, knock.
-Kev. -Frank.
My man.
That thing you're working on pan out?
What's up? -Yeah. No.
We had a little setback there, but we're still on track.
Uh-huh. But, in the meantime, I could use a favor.
Well, a couple of them, actually.
[ Chuckles ] Jesus wept.
Katherine Atkins. -Mm. Mother of two.
And the DOJ website reported her missing in 2005
in, uh, Alameda County.
So I called Alameda PD and got the run-around.
And long story short, they found a body,
but they won't tell me shit.
Well, like, what do you want to know?
Well, for starters, I'd like to know how she died.
And also, whether there were, uh, rocks in her throat.
Okay. I'm not even -- Yeah, I can make a call. Okay.
What else?
You, uh, know somebody
in the State's Attorney's office
in Bridgeport, right?
In Bridgeport?
You're talking Bridgeport, Connecticut?
-Yes. -Jesus Christ, buddy.
You are -- You are all over the map today.
Yes, I do. Why?
Great. Can you ask them to run that sheet?
I'm looking for any expunged criminal records.
I mean, I -- Look, I ran her a few years ago,
but I only did it in California, so...
Who's Lyndsay Hamilton?
Well, she's, uh, Winter's assistant.
-Wint-- Come on. -Yeah, I know.
-Kevin, why? -I know, but listen to me.
I'm just thinking maybe Winter had some help along the way.
So let's just leave it at that. -No, but that's just it.
Help with what? And...based on what?
Kevin, not for nothing,
but being your friend is like having a goddamn colonoscopy.
Please, Frank?
I need your help. Please.
Okay.
Thank you.
Appreciate it.
-Now leave me alone? -Yes.
-Please? -For today, I will.
Thanks again, Frank.
[ Line ringing ]
Hi. This is Ryan. Leave a message.
[ Beep ]
Ryan, it's Eldon Chance here again.
Please call me.
Please reach out, okay?
I-I-I need to know you're all right.
I'm here to help you. I want to help you.
Okay.
**
[ Cellphone rings ]
Ryan?
Lyndsay: Stop calling him!
Lyndsay, Mr. Winter is in a fragile state right now.
He needs constant medical supervision.
It's possible he might hurt himself or someone else.
I will lodge a formal complaint with the state medical board.
I get it. You care about him.
So do I. We're on the same side here.
you will lose your license, face charges.
Should I keep going?
Listen, if anything happens to him,
you could be held responsible.
I am trying my best to be civil, Dr. Chance.
You don't want to see what happens when I stop.
Or maybe I do, Lyndsay.
Maybe that way, I'll find out what it is you're hiding.
**
[ Woman speaking indistinctly on PA ]
-Hey. -Hey.
[ Sighs ]
So, full disclosure?
That could mean almost anything, but sure.
I found Wade Pardo.
Okay?
I know you said you thought he wouldn't come back here,
but still.
I asked a cop friend of mine to try and track him down.
In case.
And what'd you find out?
He was working in Daly City, at a garage,
and then somebody showed up and threw him a beatdown.
Broke a lot of bones.
Not too long after his run-in with you.
Same thing happened to Matty Willis a couple weeks ago.
He's the guy who broke into
Clara Santiago's apartment and raped her.
I think that the charge was dropped
on an illegal search issue.
But Clara came and told me that --
that Matty'd been robbed, he'd been stabbed.
He survived, but one of the nerves in his arm was severed.
Really? I didn't hear about that.
Well, honestly, if we followed up
on every person who put a patient in here,
I think we'd find the percentage of them
volunteering in soup kitchens
and helping old ladies across the street would be pretty low.
Those who live by the sword, die by the sword, I guess.
Or get maimed by the sword.
And our job is to deal with the fallout.
And we've got enough fallout to last the rest of our lives.
Speaking of which... [ Exhales shakily ]
Didn't you come in to get coffee?
Yeah, I did.
Obviously I need it.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Keyboard clacking ]
**
-Come on. -How's he gonna help the dog?
Put your phones away. -What gives you the right?
[ Dog barks ] -You're hurting him!
[ Indistinct chatter ]
Man: Crazy messed up. Get the plates.
Woman: Ohh.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Woman: What the hell?
Man: No, no!
Go, go, go!
Stop it!
Man #2: Crazy messed up. Get the plates.
**
Oh, that's closed now.
It was up on 18th.
It's the only place I could go.
Come on, there weren't any other gay bars
in the Castro in the '70s?
The only place a black man could go. Ah.
Besides Oakland.
Ah. So what happened?
I became... [Sighs]
incautious.
If once a week was fine,
four times a week was that much better.
Mm-hmm. I told myself, before I told Olivia,
I was trying to find what exactly it was
that I was telling her.
And while I was finding out, she found me out.
Oh.
Took Alvin to her mother's and followed me to the Pendulum.
Oh, shit.
It was a betrayal, no question.
Made worse by having been discovered,
rather than confessed.
So, you -- you never thought about just giving it up?
I mean, pretending that it never happened
and saying it was a mistake?
You can't close your eyes once they've been opened.
[ Groans ]
No, you can't.
You know, you may not be a married man with a child,
but still.
People are going to look at you differently,
and that's fine.
If you are strong in yourself.
And, Kevin, I see that you are.
You are strong.
You are ready.
You are a treasure in a jar of clay.
-Yeah? -[ Chuckles ]
Yes, indeed.
Pressed on all sides, but not crushed.
Perplexed, but not in despair.
Persecuted, but never forsaken.
Struck down, but never destroyed.
Now...
have another cup of tea.
Yeah.
Ahh.
Mm-hmm.
Woman: Yeah, you need to stretch more.
I don't know why guys don't stretch.
[ Speaking indistinctly ]
**
[ Dog barking ]
**
[ Chuckles lightly ]
[ Gasps, laughs ]
Oh, yeah!
Oh, my God!
Where'd you come from, huh? Huh? Huh?
[ Laughs ]
Oh, I'm so glad to have you back.
Chance: So, you're here again?
Safe to come back now?
All good, brother.
Say it.
Your face.
I needed to work something out.
Something that didn't feel finished.
So I did.
And it does.
Winter. You get back with him yet?
No, not yet. It's not for want of trying.
I drove by his place, I left a ton of messages.
Why is he stonewalling now?
Oh, it's Lyndsay who's doing the stonewalling.
I don't know what Winter's doing.
Fucking Eva Braun.
I hope Hynes can dig something up on her.
Yeah, so do I,
but that doesn't help me right now.
Right now the problem is that she's denying me access.
Every hour that passes is an hour lost.
Winter could change his story,
change his mind, he can end the game.
Unless...
Unless we can separate the sheep from the sheepdog.
Awesome.
Woman: There is the instance where a monk,
having gone into the wilderness,
sits down under the shade of a tree,
setting mindfulness to the fore.
Always mindful,
he breathes in.
Always mindful,
he breathes out.
Always mindful... [ Cellphone vibrating ]
Yes?
Hynes: Hey, Lyndsay.
Who is this?
Well, you filed the complaint that got me fired --
seems like you should know who I am.
You got yourself fired.
Now, it seems you want to get yourself arrested, as well.
Crazy, right?
What the fuck am I thinking?
Don't you ever wonder? -Don't I ever wonder what?
What I'm thinking.
Why I would throw away a 30-year career
and let my life go to shit over your boss?
Or what I might know that you don't?
Come meet me right now and I'll tell you what you don't know.
I'll even let you pick the place.
Public place if it makes you feel safer.
But pick it right now.
Before I change my mind.
Or you'll never get the answers you've always wanted.
He's in his room. Mr. Winter.
I have to run out, but I'll be back soon.
I'm going to end this insanity once and for all.
Just call me if you need me, but don't leave.
And don't let anyone in.
Man on TV: Easiest non-cheese mac and cheese...
[ Pounding on door ] Christina: Nic, are you in there?
[ Pounding continues ] Nicole, open the door!
... packed full of nutrients, proteins...
[ Pounding continues ] Nic, open the door!
[ Pounding continues ]
Hey.
Why didn't you answer your phone?
I-I don't know. It's charging in the kitchen.
Why? What's wrong?
Don't worry. It's gonna be fine.
I hired a lawyer and he's gonna meet us down there, okay?
We will figure this out. Don't worry.
Mom, don't worry about what?
M-Mom, they stole his dog!
I-I just took it back to him. I never did --
I promise! Nic, what are you saying? Stop talking.
Nicole Chance, you're under arrest for aggravated assault.
Please place your hands behind your back.
Pepper's parents are pressing charges.
It's gonna be fine. I-I promise.
We'll figure this out.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
**
Hynes: Ramona Marquez, 34, one son --
he cut her throat.
Ivy Maitland, 31.
She had a son.
He cut her throat.
And Josefa Pefaur, 30.
Twin girls and a baby on the way.
Winter met her in group therapy,
at the Victims of Violent Crime Unit.
Cut her throat.
Katherine, Travis, Su Yee,
Leigh Ann, Ramona, Ivy, and Josefa.
That's as many as I'm sure of.
And I don't believe that that's all there are.
So...these are things you think I need to hear?
No.
Those are the things that everyone needs to hear.
When Winter was 4 years old,
his name was Matthew Debbs.
This is a picture of his mother, Amy.
When Amy was 33 years old,
she tried to kill herself by cutting her own throat.
But it didn't work.
So she tried to kill Matthew instead.
Now, I'm not sure,
but it's probably why he does what he does.
I mean, it seems pretty likely.
But still, if I could,
I'd talk to him about it.
I mean, wouldn't you... like to talk to him about it?
Or...do you not need to?
Do you know everything, Lyndsay?
I'm done.
Well, I'm not.
When I am, you'll know.
Woman: And how are the factors for awakening
developed and pursued
so as to bring clear knowing
and release to their culmination?
A monk develops mindfulness
as a factor for awakening.
Persistence as a factor for awakening.
Concentration as a factor for awakening.
Serenity as a factor for awakening.
Dependent on seclusion.
Dependent on dispassion.
Dependent on closure.
Resulting in surrender.
**
Lyndsay?
Lyndsay?!
Chance: It's okay, Ryan.
I'm here.
You're here with me.
[ Breathing shakily ]
Um...
Where the fuck is here?
This is a safe place.
I brought you here because I thought it was best.
A quiet place for us to finish what you started.
You're not a prisoner.
Ryan, you're not a hostage.
You want to call someone, you can call Lyndsay
or you could call the police if you want.
[ Cellphone clatters ]
You can tell them that you were kidnapped,
brought here against your will.
It's up to you.
I told you things.
And I know you're not finished.
No, I can't. I can't.
Yeah, you can.
I'm not going to prison.
I'm not asking you to.
I've seen this before, Ryan.
I had a patient. A woman.
She went through this, too.
She and I did. Together.
Who was she?
What was wrong with her?
She hurt people.
Like you did.
Like you do.
She also had a history of abuse,
going back to when she was a child.
She was beset by feelings of guilt and rage, remorse...
Retreating into dissociation.
She also told me that she couldn't face prison.
She was too afraid.
But, as afraid as she was...
she trusted me more.
She admitted what she'd done.
In court.
There was a plea of diminished capacity,
and I testified on her behalf.
She was committed to a psychiatric hospital.
Not a prison.
She's receiving care and she's rebuilding her life.
And I am helping her do that.
It's slow, but it is happening.
There's a path here, Ryan.
A path to becoming whole.
And I think you're brave enough to take those first steps.
And I'll walk it with you.
How do I know any of this is --
If it could really all work out for me the way you say?
What you can know is what the future will look like
if you don't change it.
It's going to be like the past.
No. No. I'm not --
I mean, I-I can't just leave my life!
I mean, I have to put everything in order first.
I can't just walk away!
Yeah, you can.
You can and you have to.
You deserve to.
I asked you once how someone could consent
to let you in their head
without knowing what you would find there.
But I knew what you would find.
Yeah, you did.
But you said yes anyway.
You trusted me to bring you to this moment.
**
Nothing worthwhile is ever done through thinking alone.
At some point, you have to act.
**
What will it look like?
Where do I go?
What do I do?
You just walk into a police station,
any police station.
-With you? -No. I can't.
They would think I'd coerced you.
They'd be thinking that down the line somewhere,
some defense lawyer's gonna use my presence against them.
But you'll come after? When it's done?
When it's done.
Well then...
[Breathes deeply]
I guess it's time to act.
Yeah.
[ Breathes shakily ]
I'll see you on the path.
**
[ Door opens ]
[ Dialing ]
[ Line rings ]
Hynes: Hey.
I think this is it.
**
What is this?
**
Why are we here?
I called your son.
Said how you never stopped keeping the faith
the entire time I've known you.
Told him what you did for them,
how you'd take all the beatings there are.
How you never hated,
no matter how hurt you were.
D --
They get it now.
They're up there waiting.
They want to talk.
**
Good call.
All right.
Let's just get it over with then.
Go ahead.
Here's a fucked-up thing.
When I needed you, you were gone.
When I told you what was happening,
you heard enough to know.
I didn't get it, though.
I kept thinking that you left because you didn't understand.
That if I could just be clearer, explain better,
that you'd finally step up.
It took me years to see that you just didn't give a fuck.
And now, when what I really need is for you to be gone,
here you are.
With your money, your bought-off judges,
your PIs hunting me down.
With all the shit that got us here...
on you.
So here's my offer.
Never try to find or interfere with me again.
In this life or any other,
by way of covering all bets.
As long as you can do that,
I can even thank you.
You made me who I am,
and I'm okay with it.
How about you?
Are you okay with it?
**
You know what?
I don't give a fuck if you are or not.
I just need to know if we're done.
For good.
Last time we speak.
Last time we anything.
Ever.
Yes.
Awesome.
**
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Groans, coughs ]
**
Frank?
Lambert: Hey, sorry so late.
Oh, forget it. What's up?
Ryan Winter.
Yeah. What about him?
Well, I don't have any details yet, just --
he called the office.
He was asking for somebody to come out to his house.
And it probably should be my boss,
but my boss is in Tahoe.
Come out to his house? For what?
He just said that he needed to talk to somebody.
About the things that he's done.
Now, obviously, I said that I'd go.
I'm rolling out there now.
I thought I'd give you the heads up in case you wanted to come.
-You fucking serious? -Well, nothing's official,
but if this is what it sounds like it could be...
you deserve to be there, man.
I mean, you, of all people.
You're the best, Frank. I'm on my way.
**
[ Engine shuts off ]
**
Winter: Detective.
**
Where's Frank?
**
[ Gun cocks ]
I said, where the fuck is Frank?!
He's right there.
Frank --
[ Groans ]
[ Savages' "Adore" playing ]
[ Groans ]
[ Exhales ]
* I adore life
* Do you adore life?
* I adore life
* Do you adore life?
* I adore life
* Do you adore life?
* I adore life
* Do you adore life?
* I adore life
* Do you adore life?
* I adore life
* Do you adore life?
* I adore
* Do you adore
* I adore
* Do you adore life?