Previously on "Chance"...
Dawson Pitt?
Yeah, we know each other?
Not just yet.
(grunts)
How long do you think it's going to take the cops
to figure out you and your job
are the common denominator between these guys?
(woman speaking Spanish)
CHANCE: I can't get a hold of her.
Probably should have called back by now.
We're just going to have to make some changes going forward.
What changes?
Mom, save me, please!
I'm sorry, Nick!
Why did you find me?
You and I should talk.
(choking)
It's the fucking definition of critical thinking
to look at all that and see that Ryan Winter killed them all!
For the goddamn-millionth time, nobody thinks that but you!
(gunshots)
What do you think? Do you think he had an accomplice?
I don't know.
No more talking to Dr. Chance.
That is over.
Lieutenant at Richmond Station had a guy walk in an hour ago,
starts confessing to multiple murders.
The only person who can fuck this up right now is you.
**
(door opens)
(sighs)
**
(sighs)
Hey, boss.
Sorry, sorry.
Shit, Frank! You scared the shit out of me.
Listen, I would have called first,
but I figured it was too early for you to pick up.
I assume you've heard the news?
About Ryan Winter being a multiple murderer?
I mean, just when you think there's nothing left
to this job that can surprise you. Yeah.
(sighs) Is that why you're here? You want it?
I want it so bad I've been here for two hours,
just in case you decided to go for a run earlier.
Okay, but we don't even know
what we're dealing with here yet, Frank.
Seven counts of first degree, so far,
and the guy is still talking.
And I'm hearing he already told his lawyer
he wants to waive his right to a prelim trial.
You know what else I heard?
I heard somebody from the P.D.
is leaking confession details to the media.
Listen, this is gonna be a circus.
Alright, it already is.
So, if at the end of the day all that ends up happening
is Winter pleads guilty
and we're just jockeying before the judge
trying to get the maximum sentence, fine.
But we both know it's a long road from here to there,
so you are going to feel a whole lot better
if you got your best person handling the case, so...
Let me think about it, Frank, okay?
Absolutely.
I insist on it.
Does your being friends with Kevin Hynes
have anything to do with this ask?
Look, everybody was friends with Hynes once.
Everybody in the P.D. and everybody from our office.
I'm just the guy that never stopped.
**
Alright.
I'll tell you by the end of today.
Thank you.
CHANCE: How are you? How do you feel?
Tired.
Sort of scraped out inside, you know?
Yeah.
But I like it.
Things have felt bad before...and good.
But they've never felt right.
And this...
doing this, being here,
it feels right.
I talked to Lucy.
She told me that she'd been seeing you.
That you attacked her,
that you were going to hurt her, kill her.
I wanted to.
I'm glad I didn't.
You're glad you didn't?
But why didn't you?
I think the question should be "Why Lucy?" Don't you?
I mean, it was her at first, at all, because
she was close to you and then when I found out about you,
I wanted to make you feel it,
to know it was your fault.
Found out what about me?
That you're a liar.
You and Detective Hynes, you were friends, weren't you?
Not at first.
He sent you to the parking lot that night.
Because I was a monster and I had to be stopped.
Some part of me knew from the beginning
that I wasn't seeing all of you, that you were
holding something back.
And then in the water that day, with your arm around my neck,
I connected it.
But I shut the connection down.
I wouldn't let myself understand what it meant.
I just wanted to believe that someone wanted to save me,
that you wanted to,
more than I wanted to know you were lying.
And I was right to do that, because you...
(chuckles) you did save me.
You hurt me to save me,
and now here we are.
Here we are.
I know I can't talk to that woman, your patient,
but I wonder if this is how it is for her, too.
Peaceful like this.
I hope so.
Grace lies not in the fulfillment of my desires,
but in the strength to accept everything with joy.
Who else was there when Stevie Benjamin died?
What?
-Someone else was there.
Who was it? -Complicated.
-Was it Lyndsay? -It's complicated.
But she's not around anymore, so no one can touch her now.
N-- L-- (sighs) (door opens)
Lyndsay loved me.
She really did, and I --
No, no, listen, I was there.
Yeah?
I was, and I carry that around.
I do.
Well, then, we're both liars, I guess.
Both wish things had happened differently,
things were other than they are.
I lied to you about Hynes.
I told you another lie, too.
The woman, the patient you keep talking about.
Her name is Jaclyn.
And I wanted to help her find peace,
become whole, because I was in love with her.
But she didn't want that. She didn't want my help.
She didn't want to be whole.
I have no idea where she is now.
So, where we are now, Ryan,
is uncharted territory for both of us.
I don't know what happens next.
(door buzzes)
(door closes)
(door opens, bells jingle)
I drove around Lorena's neighborhood for some time.
And yes, I parked and waited for even more time.
I saw nothing that qualified as suspicious.
I saw nothing at all.
(television plays indistinctly)
So maybe I was wrong, then.
After she helped us with the Winter thing,
all the shit that went down.
Maybe she just wanted to be done.
With you, you mean?
Is that what you think? Is that what you want?
Did you talk to her friends?
I don't think she has any friends.
Don't think or don't know?
What about her doctor, the OB-GYN?
Can we call them, see if maybe she missed an appointment?
**
Favorite restaurants, perhaps?
They haven't seen her at the Golden Pagoda.
Alright.
Stores at which she shops?
Walks she takes? Sights that she likes to see?
Young man, it appears to me that you have not
conducted this mission with your usual attention to detail.
-I know. -Not to worry.
When next you see Lorena -- -If.
When you see Lorena,
ask her these things and more besides.
She will like that.
I promise you.
NICOLE: Can you at least tell me where we are?
Or where we're going?
Hey, is this girl okay back here?
DANA: She will be.
What the...
actual fuck?!
Welcome back, Lexi.
You're kidding me.
-(chuckles) -Yeah, laugh it up.
Must have been a pretty tough grab with me passed out,
you fucking degenerate.
I can't believe this shit is happening again.
And what are you here for?
You look like booze? Or mommy's pills?
Okay, yeah, don't tell me.
I'll be bored to fucking death
hearing about it in group pretty soon, anyway.
God!
(seatbelt clicks open)
Hot!
TOM: Put your seat belt back on.
CHANCE: Hey, Nic, it's me again.
Listen, are you getting these messages?
Are you trying to tell me something?
Because I'm going to ignore it
and just keep calling until you call me back.
Please, I love you. Bye.
Staff meeting.
That I absolutely did not forget about
and am on my way to.
(sighs) You okay? What's up?
Oh, yeah, just a lot going on is all.
Gin rummy marathon and pizza from Pink Onion might help.
Too busy today and tomorrow.
But if I'm still alive on Thursday, it's a date.
Close the door.
Hi, guys, sorry.
Before we get started,
I have something we all need to be aware of going forward.
I've been checking in on a person
we've had an ongoing problem with, Wade Pardo.
He assaulted Sam Koch and his boyfriend,
made threats against this place.
It turns out that Wade was attacked and seriously
injured himself recently.
And so was Anton Spangler a couple of months ago.
Plus Matty Willis, who had his arrest voided
on a technicality after raping Clara Santiago.
He was stabbed and permanently disabled.
All three of them described the same attacker,
and this is what he looks like.
So we got to keep our eyes and ears open,
figure out if there's something going on.
-Who's the fat fuck? -I wouldn't say
it captures your allure. -So this is just a joke?
That's how we're going to treat this?
I don't know how your friend got it to go that far,
but that is as far as it's going.
I told you. The cops don't care
about these shitbirds catching beatdowns.
"The cops don't care enough to investigate these cases,"
that's your opinion?
The connection between us and these assaults is a fact.
CARL: The connection between the assaults
and the face in that sketch, that's--
-Carl, no, no, that's-- -We stopped, anyway!
We haven't gone after anyone since that Dawson Pitt guy.
Look, doc, take away all the arguments we had
about tactics and methods.
Before she handed you that drawing,
before you thought we could be in trouble,
were you sorry we did it?
Uh...
Doc?
I don't know. No.
Then own it!
That is out there.
It exists. There's nothing I can do about it.
The only things that matter to me
are things I can do something about.
Like?
Like finding Lorena.
Lorena?
(sighs) He's worried she's in trouble.
Winter's confession clears Ronny Pefaur
of Josefa's murder. -I mean, I'm glad
Ronny's cleared of something he didn't do, but...
Well, it's an upsetting situation for so many reasons.
Right now, I'm mostly upset
about how this could reflect on the unit.
Winter being treated here --
Which he was entitled to be,
just like anyone else in this city.
-Right. -I know, but our funding...
Our private donors, especially,
they don't like negative attention.
Well, we've got so many charges against Winter
that my boss might decide not to bring all the cases to court.
Meaning if we don't bring Josefa's case,
VOVC won't be under as much scrutiny.
Has he said anything about the computers?
Winter upgraded our computers.
I thought it was generosity, like the huge check he wrote.
GILYARD: But it was maybe a way to gain access
to personal info, medical histories.
-Right. -Yeah, but why would Winter
need to replace all the computers to do that?
The only way we're going to be able to answer that question
is going to make it pretty hard
for you guys to get any work done around here.
We got along with our old
computers before, we can do it again.
Well, I wish I could say we won't be back for any reason.
It's fine, I understand. But maybe I can ask a favor?
-Yeah? -Long story short,
I found out that several people
who had victimized patients of ours in the past
have recently been victims of violent crimes themselves.
Beatings, one was stabbed.
I reported it to the SFPD, but... (sighs)
Anton Spangler, Matty Willis, Wade Pardo.
All three of them describe their attacker
as a big, bald man with a neck tattoo.
Yeah, yeah.
That is a big, bald man with a neck tattoo, alright.
On top of all this with Winter,
I don't like to think there might be something
going on that I'm not seeing... again.
(sighs) Consider it done. Let's go.
**
Tell you what, I'll write up the warrant for the hard drives,
and you check on the big, bald guy.
Oh, fuck that. You're kidding?
-What? -Or you want to bang her.
Which is not my problem, so don't make it my problem, Frank.
It's community relations, Gilly.
Doing favors builds relationships.
Getting people to trust you is a good thing.
Haven't you learned that by now?
**
LEXI: Welcome to paradise.
**
BRUCE: We don't have all day, ladies! Let's go!
Okay, listen up. My name's Bruce.
I'm a therapist here at the Wilderness Program.
If you don't know why you're here...
you'll have plenty of time to figure that out.
For the next six weeks,
there's no phones, no frills, no friends.
But at the end, you'll emerge a changed person.
We'd like to think for the better, but that's up to you.
Bruce gave you the pretty version.
But this is about basic survival, and you will learn it.
Follow the rules, maybe you'll make it.
Now, groups of four -- we have Burgess, Chance,
Estavez, and Keegan.
Grab your gear in the provisions cabin, and let's go.
Let's go!
**
Oh, make sure you check for mold first.
(sniffs)
How many times you been here?
This is my third.
Or second-and-a-half, I guess,
since it's not like I waited for it to be done
before I bailed last time.
What, you ran away?
Got all the way to the Colony.
The squatter-house in Oakland, you know it?
No, I ran away like once, and I went to my dad's, so...
Well, the Colony is fucking rad.
All kids, artists, bullshit-free living.
What happened?
I went to Quick Bite and my uncle saw me.
Now, he said he wouldn't say anything,
but, well, here I am telling you
how he said he wasn't going to say anything, so...
Who sent you?
My mother.
Okay.
Why? You a little handful?
'Cause she finally saw the real me, I guess,
and she really doesn't like her.
TANNER: We hit the trails in 10.
Use the outhouse, it's your last chance at any comfort.
(sighs)
DAVENY: We are formally pleading guilty.
LAMBERT: Great! I don't necessarily see why
I had to come down to hear that in person, but I--
And we'll be filing a motion for a sanity hearing
at the same time.
You're kidding.
We can prove diminished capacity.
Well, you're going to have to, Rich, right?
I mean, you do understand that a diminished capacity plea
completely shifts the burden of proof off of me and on to you.
You know that, right? Or maybe you don't?
An act in and of itself doesn't constitute criminal offense.
Mental state is just as important --
Okay, how about you get to lecture me on criminal law
when I get to lecture you about reading the green
when you're fucking putting, alright?
-(chuckles) -And my bo--
my boss is not going to be happy about this.
Your boss doesn't like anything, Frank.
We are motioning Monday.
The court will need time to appoint an expert.
We already have ours, we just need to find yours.
I'll be fine. Don't you worry about me.
I just want to know if your client
understands what he's getting into.
Do you know the standard of legal insanity in California,
Mr. Winter, hm?
Do you have any idea what your lawyer here
is attempting to prove?
What the hell are you doing, Frank?
I'm okay.
I feel okay.
Great, great!
Because I just want you to know. Mr. Winter,
that you're going to have to prove
that at the time that you committed all those murders,
that you were laboring under such a defect of reason,
from disease of the mind,
as not to know the nature and quality of the act.
Basically, that you didn't understand your actions
any more than would an infant, a brute, or a wild beast.
But you know what?
I think you did understand them, Mr. Winter.
In fact, I fucking know that you did.
I want to talk to Dr. Chance.
I bet you do.
Okay.
I will call Dr. Chance as soon as we're out of here.
(line ringing)
-CHRISTINA: Hello? -Hey, Christina.
Listen, I'm sorry this is
short notice, but I just can't have
Nic coming over tonight.
Okay, I-I wasn't even thinking about that. But--
I left her a bunch of messages, but...
Can you just tell her that I'll make it up to her?
I'll take her to Marin this weekend or something.
I can't, Eldon, I can't tell her that.
Why not?
If this is what you meant by needing things to change,
this is not how you do that.
I researched Clearview thoroughly.
Oh, my God, Christina, it's a reform school...
-No. ...disguised as therapy camp.
I don't understand -- -It's a reputable place
with a proven track record.
I don't understand how they let you do this.
How did they just take her in without joint consent?
How long have you been planning this?
What did you do? You just --
You forge my signature?
Do you remember Nancy Bart's son Tristan?
Of course, because he was a meth addict!
That's right,
and she sent him to Clearview,
and now he's applying to Northwestern and Princeton.
I don't care where Nicole goes to college right now
or even if she goes.
Of course, and why wouldn't I have wanted
to have this discussion with you?
Well, did you even consider it?
Did you think maybe I might have an opinion
about the mental state and treatment of our daughter?
Of course I did.
I considered it in light of the conversation
we had the other day. Is that what this is?
You're getting back at me? This is not about you!
Or it is because I don't know who you are!
I can't trust you! I don't think anyone can!
What you're doing is not legal.
Okay, so then fight me.
Take me to court. Let's peel back both our lives.
Let's have a judge decide who should be in charge
of making decisions in our child's best interest.
Me or you?
You can let yourself out.
Hey.
Detective Velerio. How you doing?
Carl Allan.
Can I help you with something, detective?
-Call me Sid. -Alright, Sid.
I asked these guys to let me know
if someone came for Kevin, Detective Hynes.
You guys were friends?
Not of long standing, but yes.
We met under complicated circumstances,
but I liked him immediately.
He was an old soul.
You were friends, too, obviously?
Yeah, for a long time.
He was my mentor first, though.
Taught me how to do my job.
I would've washed out without him.
I paid him back for that by treating him like fucking shit.
I'm sure you didn't. I did, though.
And to top it off, the last time that I saw him,
I basically bum-rushed him out of the building.
He tell you about Ryan Winter?
He did.
And now, apparently, everyone else knows, too.
Will that vindicate Kevin, do you think?
Absolve his memory?
If I have anything to do with it, it will.
I don't care if I have to go door-to-door
to every cop in the Bay Area.
(chuckles)
You gonna have a... funeral or...?
Uh, cremation.
Maybe we should take his ashes
to a bar and have a few pops with him sometime.
(laughs)
In memoriam.
I think he would like that very much.
Okay, well.
Whenever he's ready.
You're alright, Sid.
Carl.
Pleasure.
LAMBERT: I just wanted to ask if it was you.
Is what me? Are you their expert
on Winter's diminished capacity?
Or, I should say, one of their experts?
Case this big, there's probably more than one, right?
Honestly, I don't feel comfortable discussing this.
Nothing's official at this point, anyway.
I get it. I guess, you know,
I feel like I'm playing catch-up here.
And I know you've been with the guy from the jump.
I just wanted to take your temperature about it.
You know, forewarned is forearmed, and all that.
But, hey, I did not mean
to make you feel uncomfortable, seriously.
And sorry I even had you come over here.
I'll tell you what.
You don't have to tell me anything,
and I'd like to offer you a drink.
Sure.
Generally speaking, yeah,
I believe that Ryan Winter suffers from several severe
and distinct personality disorders.
Okay.
Well, do you think his disorders
grossly disturb his capacity to understand reality?
Did they cause severely, legally relevant impairments
at the time of his crimes?
Feeling uncomfortable again.
Okay, thought I'd try.
But, I am ready to say, off the record, between us,
that wherever Winter winds up,
he needs dedicated psychiatric care.
Back on the record, the way our legal system handles
mental illness is Byzantine at best and cruel and unusual
at worst. Well, I, uh, sort of
occasionally and unofficially think so, too.
Don't tell my boss. (chuckles)
HYNES: Mendota, 1990.
13-year-old boy killed, case still open.
Maybe Winter didn't kill Stevie,
or maybe he didn't kill him alone.
Well, that's enough fucking salad.
Oh! Hey, I offered you a drink
and then I totally didn't get you one.
What an asshole. Look at that.
Somebody ganked my other glass.
Fucking... well, you know what?
Probably left it in the coffee room sink.
Hold that thought. I'll be right back.
(door opens)
**
Crisis averted.
You know what? I-I should probably get going.
You know, it's...
What the hell? One for the road.
Cheers.
Mendota, 1991.
Same time, same ages.
It all lines up. (Carl humming)
The doc figured out who that DNA belongs to.
Maybe.
Hynes' friend, guy who works in the DA's office.
Never rains, but it pours, huh?
Have you braced Winter about this yet?
Winter's been transferred to county jail.
He's isolated from the general population,
he gets three one-hour visits a week besides his attorney.
I'm seeing him Thursday.
Meantime, I got this.
This was in Lambert's mouth.
(sniffs)
Smells like ranch. The question is,
who can help us with it? Who'd want to?
Not to mention,
if this Lambert catches wind, we're fucked.
I guess I could go to Mendota police,
just throw myself on the mercy of whoever Hynes
was talking to when he was there.
I think I might know someone.
A recent acquaintance.
One whose karma is in need of repair.
What would you think of this if you were ashes?
Hmm?
I think I would love it.
JODI: Stroke the bow around the spindle back and forth quickly.
MAYA: This isn't working.
It's going to take some time. You'll have to keep at it.
-Get closer to the sawdust. -Do we really have to do this?
You can eat raw food and freeze.
Your choice.
Faster.
(blowing)
Aah.
(sighs)
Great.
Here.
How the hell did you do that so quick?
This usually takes me hours.
Just lucky, I guess.
Oh, okay.
(line ringing)
WOMAN: The customer's voice mailbox is full.
(door opens, bells jingle)
Hi.
What do you want?
I don't want anything, I swear.
I'm just the messenger.
From who? Your father.
My father who said he would leave me the fuck alone
from now fucking on.
Is what he said you'd say.
And he told me to tell you that's still true.
He also wanted me to give you something.
It's in my bag.
I'm gonna take it out now. Please don't
do anything.
Put it there.
Okay.
What is it? I don't know.
He just said that you should have it.
That it's yours.
Awesome.
Now get a move on, while you can still move.
(cellphone vibrates)
Lorena?
You okay?
Where are you?
I'm coming.
Detective Velerio?
(indistinct conversations)
Yeah? I'm Dr. Eldon Chance.
Carl Allan gave me your name.
I wanted to talk about Kevin Hynes.
What about him? He was my friend.
And I think he was yours, too.
Not when it counted,
but yeah.
Why?
Well, I'm a neuropsychiatrist.
I was helping Kevin look into Ryan Winter.
Okay.
He thought there might be an accomplice.
What?
Nobody said anything about that,
including Winter from what I hear.
Where the fuck does that idea come from?
**
(keys rattle)
(door clanks)
What's going on?
Are those my clothes?
They said...
**
I thought I had to wear this now.
Don't know.
Guess somebody's looking out for you.
Okay.
CHANCE: Victim's name was Stevie Benjamin.
He was 13.
Mendota PD pulled DNA from under his fingernails
that's still being stored.
How do you know that?
Which will match the DNA on this fork.
The DNA that you say comes from Winter's accomplice?
Does it come with a name?
Will you please just run this
against the Stevie Benjamin case?
If it's a match, I'll tell you the name then.
What's the matter?
You scared or something?
What are you scared of?
Wait, do I keep on the socks I'm wearing or...?
(grunting)
Please, just do this.
**
Fuck it. I owed him.
I'll do it, fine.
Thank you.
I'm not doing it for you.
No, I know.
I'm doing it for Kev, not you.
I get kind of a hinky vibe off you, doc.
**
(door clangs shut)
Alright, so I fucked up.
Listen, Maya, it's not a big revelation,
but the more you're able to be honest with yourself,
the more other people will respect you.
Alright, who's next?
Nicole, you've been pretty quiet.
Got a letter here from your mom.
You don't need the letter.
There was this girl. I thought she was my friend.
And I found out she was spreading shit about me
all over the Internet, so I broke her nose with a book.
I'm not sorry. And I don't like this game. Or this place.
I'm a straight-"A" student, not a drug addict.
But I would do what put me here again in a hot minute.
Okay, so you believe the punishment fit her crime?
Your former friend?
Yep. So, violence was the answer?
Is the answer?
Well, if it means making things right...
Making things right. Hm.
What does that mean to you, making things right?
Does that mean she should apologize?
Take everything back, promise she'll never do it again?
So, is that what happened after you broke her nose?
Did she, uh, make things right?
Well, you tell me what you think I should have done then.
Just eat it?
What about what she did? -What about it?
This is not the last time something like this
is going to happen to you or to any of us.
Terrible, painful, unjust shit
will happen again and again and again.
And the only part of any of it
that you will ever be able to control is how you react.
You'd do what you did again in a hot minute,
that's what you said.
But you said it to me here, in this place.
And that girl, whatever her name is?
She's at home, eating hot food and sleeping in a bed.
You're here.
LORENA: I have to leave soon.
It's bad for Paloma that I'm here.
Los Cazadores must've been looking for me
right from the start if going to one stupid job agency
let them figure out where I was.
How hard's it gonna be for them to find me now?
I sold the car that Winter gave me to Paloma's son,
so that should be enough for bus fare
to get somewhere far enough from here.
-Like where? -I don't know.
Gonna decide at the last minute. Keep it loose.
(dog barking)
This guy who's looking for you...
It's the baby's father.
Yeah, him.
He have a name?
(children shouting)
Hector Ibarra.
Los Cazadores call him El Martillo, "The Hammer".
I could -- I could tell you why, but it's disgusting.
Well, you basically just did tell me, so...
Me, he doesn't care about.
He wants the baby.
Any way that he can get him.
I can take care of Hector.
I know that you think that you can,
but even if you did, it doesn't work like that.
-I don't care how it works. -Los Cazadores,
they make people pay, okay? But they pay, too.
There's always somebody getting paid.
Here or there or -- it doesn't matter, and you can't change it.
You can't stop it, so you better not get in the way of it.
Not by killing Hector. Not at all.
(dog barking)
You're a good man.
But I'll be okay, okay?
Just have to hide again.
This time long enough for Hector to get tired.
(dog barking)
I know you think so,
but even if you could,
that's not how it works.
(indistinct conversations)
(sighs)
Deputy Sheriff Thomas.
Dr. Eldon Chance. I'm Ryan Winter's psychiatrist.
We're supposed to have a one-hour session -- Dr. Chance,
your patient committed suicide last night.
Are you sure?
He used his own socks, soaped the floor first,
so, yeah, we are.
Did he leave a note?
No, he did not.
D: If it makes you feel any better, Lambert had probably
been cooking it up since he found out Winter confessed.
(sighs)
What about any of this can make anyone feel better?
Unless the coroner's report. It might show something.
Injuries sustained before death.
Wouldn't count on it.
End of the day, Lambert took care of him like a boss.
And saved the city and state millions of dollars.
That's all anyone will be thinking about.
You talked to that Detective Velerio?
With, uh, yeah, I -- yeah.
He said he's going to do it.
What's your deal?
Winter was sure that he was going to a psychiatric hospital
because I told him that's where Jaclyn had gone
after she confessed to murder.
Then the last time I saw him, I admitted it was a lie, so...
If it's easier for you to believe
that Winter committed suicide because of something you said
rather than that he was murdered
so he couldn't dump Lambert in the shit, well...
...I'm not going to tell you to get over yourself.
But you should.
(indistinct conversations)
Thank you.
What's your deal?
Is it Lorena?
Carl said you found her. Is everything okay?
Not yet.
**
(door opens)
(door closes)
**
(knock on door)
Right. We had a plan.
I'm sorry, I...
Come on in.
It was my plan too, so...
I'm an idiot.
If I remember, we said we were going to -- to pizza.
You want to still do that, or you got something else in mind?
Did you already know you were going to do this
when I hired you, or did you think about it after,
like a reaction to the pressures of the job?
Did you look at all the fear around you,
the pain, the randomness,
and think, "I'm gonna become a fucking vigilante"?
You and your henchman.
Your big, bald hitman
who crippled Matty Willis and Wade Pardo
and almost killed Anton Spangler.
-Kristen, plea-- -No!
You cannot believe that I would ever hurt you.
I don't know what you'll do.
You want me to explain? I don't know how a doctor
whose calling -- no, whose responsibility it is
to heal can explain this?!
You have risked everything I've worked for my whole life.
The clinic I built, the community.
That was not my intention.
The only hope for all these people
whose lives were almost destroyed, and for what?
For those people.
For them. For Clara Santiago.
What are you talking about?
Clara is not afraid anymore.
She can sleep at night.
She's starting to heal, she's starting to trust.
Because you hurt the man who hurt her?
Yes.
Because you turned him into a victim?
Your victim? -What about us?
Who helps us when we sit in so much misery
that it starts to leak out around the edges?
Don't tell me you haven't felt the weight of that.
Of course I do. That's when I go somewhere
and sit on a beach and thank my lucky fucking stars.
I'm not talking about burnout. I'm talking about
a fundamental shift in psyche.
There are no excuses, there's only reasons.
It's only a threshold, after which I cannot sit
and inhale my patients' pain without doing something,
without at least breathing it out.
So, yeah, I breathed it out.
And in that breath was fire.
And I liked it.
I thought because we weren't in love that I saw you clearly.
But you have always been this person and I never even noticed.
I just handed my respect and trust
and my patients over because I assumed they'd be safe with you.
Patients are safe with me.
No! Stop saying that! Stop justifying this.
(footsteps receding)
(door opens)
I'll have somebody pack your office.
Don't come back to the unit.
Not ever again!
**
Merry Christmas.
(shells rattle)
Oh, shit.
Black Talon nines?
They discontinued these. How'd you find them?
I'm a magic magician.
They come with strings.
Barrio Cazadores, you know 'em?
Fuck, yeah.
They're the bad shit. Why?
Someplace local they hang?
You might find some at that gun range off 680.
Maybe a couple at Romero's on the southside.
Where's their place?
La Cerve, off 16th, but...
don't go there.
Okay?
(indistinct conversations)
Hey. You got any more room?
Sure.
Here.
Hey, I'll be right back.
Okay.
Hey.
I just... I wanted to apologize.
That's unnecessary, but thanks.
What you said last night, my former friend, her mom told her
basically the same thing once.
Consider the worst possible consequence
and if you can live with it before you act.
And that made a lot of sense to me.
Well, we all struggle
with remembering that, Nicole. I have, too, you know.
Taking responsibility is how we turn things around.
That, and remembering to let other people help us.
Bruce. Ride's here.
JODI: Alright, we're leaving in 10 minutes.
Grab your packs.
Anyone that needs to use the bathroom, go now.
Make sure you put those fires out.
**
(knock on door)
Hey. Hey.
You know how I was looking into that
big, bald bad guy thing for you?
That VOVC goodwill thing? Yeah?
I did a deep dive into their computers.
Went into their patient lists.
I started making some phone calls off-the-record.
Well, you're not going to fucking believe
what I found out.
(rap music plays)
**
Hey, dumb shit, that's our Dumpster.
Sorry, man. Just looking for some food.
That's our food, dumb shit.
(grunts)
Hector Ibarra?
You --
El Martillo, you know him?
You expecting him here? When?
-Hey! -Where is he?
Hey!
(groans)
You gonna cut that donkey's throat or what?
You're supposed to be the doorman.
How you gonna be a doorman
if you can't watch the fucking door?
And you? Asking about El Martillo?
Fuck you, too.
Lorena.
Lorena? What about her?
First I speak with Hector.
(chuckles) First no knife, big guy.
(knife clatters)
Good. Good.
(stun gun crackles)
(grunts)
We have joint custody! She does not have the legal --
She does not have the legal right
to send our child out of the state without my consent.
Now, will you put Nicole on the phone, please?
Well, then, you drive out there, you get her,
and put her on the phone!
Or you know what, I will!
I will drive up there with my lawyer right fucking now!
Dr. Chance?
Sir, I'm Detective Lacey, this is Detective Mendez,
San Francisco police. Can we talk to you, please?
Talk to me about what?
If its's okay with you,
we'd rather do it at Bayview Station.
Well, no, it's not okay.
Am I under arrest?
You can be if you want.
On what charge?
The aggravated assault and battery
of a man named Dawson Pitt.
Okay?
So, what's it going to be?
**
Sir?
(rapping indistinctly)
**
(rapping in Spanish)
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