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(bell clanging)

(bell clanging)

(car alarm blaring)

(Mariella sobbing)

Oh, my God!

CHANCE:
At the time of my evaluation,

Mariella Franko
was 19 months post

a multiple-vehicle
road accident

in which her 68-year-old father
was killed.

Decapitated.

Help me!

See attached photographs.

Help me!

(screams)

I found Miss Franko
to be suffering

from chronic
post-traumatic stress disorder

and major depression
and recommended

a course of psychotherapy
and antidepressant medication.

...required another
independent medical examination

and that she refused?

Yes, I am aware of that.
However...

Unfortunately, she went on
to receive neither...

Conditions of the plan
clearly state...

...due to the fact that despite
a lengthy appeals process,

her disability benefits
were terminated.

(elevator dings)

Patient is a 53-year-old
right-handed male.

Status now four years post
an embolic stroke,

after which he fell and struck
his head on a bathroom counter.

Those close to him say
he's changed beyond recognition.

(dog barking in distance)

The patient has repeatedly
stated that he will someday

play a major role in a battle

between Satan, Yahweh,
and Jesus.

Recently, believing it
would cleanse his body

for the coming conflict,

he ingested a mixture
of household cleaners,

including bleach, ammonia,
and drain cleaner.

(grunts)

CHANCE: As his wife
no longer has the resources

to care for him at home,
the only alternative

would seem to be
long-term residential care.

M.J. is a 42-year-old
right-handed female

with several years
of college education.

She has only partial
recollections of the assault.

What are you doing?
What?

Aah!

She spent the last year watching
television or staying drunk.

(man coughing)

CHANCE: A group-home placement
was found for M.J.,

and a course of medication
was recommended.

She did not follow up
with either,

and she is presently
living on the street.

God damn it.

(intercom buzzes)

Jaclyn Blackstone
is a 39-year-old

ambidextrous woman
living in Berkeley.

She's referred
by the Stanford Neurology Clinic

with complaints
of intermittent memory loss,

poor concentration,
loss of time.

Mrs. Blackstone.
I'm Eldon Chance.

Thank you.

You were saying?

Oh, U.C. San Diego,
applied mathematics.

Parents living?

No.

I'm sorry.

And you are married.

Yes. Raymond.
Three years.

But we're separated
right now.

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be rude.

I went over all this
at Stanford already.

Why did they
send me here?

The doctors at Stanford
were unable to locate

an organic basis
for your symptoms,

so they asked me
to review their findings

and if I agree,
which I do, by the way.

So they think
I'm crazy, then.

No.

No, this is not saying
your symptoms aren't real,

but you're here
so that you and I can decide

how best to move forward.

With you?

No, I'm not
a treating therapist.

I'm a consulting
neuropsychiatrist.

Patients come to me,
and I assess them,

then I refer them forward
to the appropriate next step --

treatment plans,
specialists.

Does that clear things up
a little?

Yes.

Okay, well,
there are a couple of things

I'd like to know
more about.

It says here that you separated
from your husband

after he struck you in the face
with a jack handle.

In the wake of which,
you were unconscious

for a period
of at least 30 minutes,

then shortly thereafter,

you became aware of a second
personality -- Jackie Black.

Is it possible
that this character

was there before,
when you were younger?

No. No, she wasn't.

She does things
that I don't want to do.

Such as?

My husband, Raymond,
is a homicide detective.

Oakland Police Department.

And he's very...

He's not...

(sighs)
I had to get away.

Okay.

And ever since,
there's these -- these periods

where I can't remember.

And after...

Raymond's always there.

And...

And I know
that I've been with him.

(sighs) Even though
I don't want to be.

Been with him sexually,
you mean.

Yes.

And I never know
when it's going to happen.

And I don't know
how to make it stop.

And you think
that's when Jackie takes over?

(sighs)

I hate the name Jackie.

I hate the name Jackie.

(sighs)

The only person
who calls me that is him.

Okay.

Now, I noticed in one
of your records that you

had been working
with a psychotherapist.

Myra.

Dr. Cohen.

Do you mind me asking
why you stopped?

She died.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

This is Suzanne Simms
at Berkeley.

I happen to think
she's particularly good

and a good fit for you.

I recommend
that she begin psychotherapy.

I also recommend that she work
with a female therapist.

Thank you.

(indistinct conversations)

Hey.

Mom told me
about school.

I'm sorry, Nick.

I know how much
you like Havenwood.

If there was
any other option --

How about you
just stay with her?

Well, things
are complicated.

But there's other
good schools.

Marina South blows.

It does.

It does indeed blow.

But there's good schools
across the bay in Berkeley.

We don't live in Berkeley.

We don't live
in Berkeley now,

but I've been
looking into it,

and if I got
an apartment there --

We just got one here.

Listen...

This is really difficult
for all of us.

But what I want you to know
is that I'm doing

everything I can for you,
and I always will.

I love you very much.

I know.

This will work out,
all of this.

You'll see.

Life sucks.

CHRISTINA: He keeps talking
about how the consignment shop

pays less
for a bigger space,

so he's at least
gonna raise the rent on me.

Yeah, well, we needed
to talk about that, so...

You are so sympathetic.

Thanks.

It's not as if you
have to give up photography

just 'cause you
don't have the studio.

But if I was better at it,
then I'd sell more work

and be able to afford
the rent all by myself, right?

I would still be paying
for both our lawyers.

We still got to sell this house
with a double mortgage on it,

and Nicole would still
have to change schools,

which I guess
you told her.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

If she's not gonna go
to Marina South --
She's not.

So, then we needed
to figure something out.

And, you know,
I didn't want to have to be

the one to tell her.

But if I waited for you
to decide to tell her,

I'd be waiting forever.

You know, I don't --

I don't have to wait for you
to make up your mind --

about that
or about anything else,

for that matter,
any more.

Thank God.

I guess I'd better
get going.

Thank you
for bringing her home.

Look after yourself,
Eldon.

Right.
But it's not just the lighting.

It's also the paint.

That is -- That is just not
financially feasible.

We can't get anything new
right now.

Well, I'm sorry,
but this can't be the first time

you had clients
who had to sell as is.

Okay, well, if the photos
need to be redone,

you need to talk to Christina
because she took them.

Life does suck, sweetheart.

CARL: No, no, no, no, no!
Look at me!

Are you gonna be
his bitch now?

Is that the way
it's supposed to be? Hm?

Young man...

What news of
the Delange collection?

Bookshelf,
desk, two chairs.

But there's
something missing.

Wow.
That's some memory.

Yes, and bits
of the metalwork.

Ah. You're a doctor,
as I recall.

Psychiatrist.
Eldon Chance.

Dr. Chance, how does one
forget a name like that.

Carl Allen.

How do you do?

I've recently acquired
a cabinet.

Might go well
with that set of yours.

I wish.

Thinking of selling
what I have.

Divorce.
House is up for sale.

Say no more.
I'm so sorry.

I have pictures.

Without the metalwork,
$50,000, $60,000 -- maybe.

What about
with the metalwork?

Just to make me
feel bad.

Twice that.

Jesus! Really?
Just for a piece of brass?

Mm.

This brass work's
not exactly like yours,

but it's not
so dissimilar.

It's the same time period
and just as delicate.

Wow.

Well, given what you
just told me,

this is way
out of my price range.

Even if I was buying --

That's not
original brass work.

Really?

It didn't have any brass
when I found it.

I just saw that there
were possibilities.

D, come out here
a minute.

(door slides open)

This is D.

D, meet Dr. Chance.

Hey.

Take a look at this.

What do you think?

Sure.

(door slides closed)

A man of few words.

He did this?

Yours, too.

If that's what you want.

You would put it
up for sale

with the new brass...

There wouldn't be
ways of checking?

Your furniture is signed,
as I recall.

That's usually enough.

Did you buy it from a dealer,
or was it a private party?

Estate sale.

Private parties are good.

Perhaps I'd better
sleep on it.

As many nights
as you like.

Mrs. Blackstone?

Eldon Chance.

We met
a couple of months ago.

Oh.

Don't you just love
this place?

I do, yeah, yeah.

What did you find?

Oh, I'm just hunting ideas.

I like to redo old pieces,
give them another life.

You?

Ah.

Yours is fancier
than mine.

But then,
you are the doctor.

Well, yeah.

No, I just have
some furniture like this

that I'm thinking
of selling.

Hard to decide?

You have no idea.

Well, don't think
too long.

Now, why would
you say that?

I don't know.

It just seemed like
good all-purpose advice.

You could say it
about so many things.

I-I wanted
to let you know.

I've been seeing
that therapist,

the one that you recommended --
Suzanne.

This may be stupid
after only six weeks,

but it's really
changed everything.

Great.
So, you're feeling better?

Better than I have
in a long time.

I've been working again.

What kind of work is it
you're doing?

Uh, tutoring, mainly.

Oh, that's right -- math.

Yeah.
Since the separation.

Well, I'm glad
I bumped into you just now.

So am I.
I wish you all the best.

Uh, enjoy your book
about your furniture.

And good luck,
whatever you decide.

And when did they
even do this audit, Dan?

And what does it have to do
with me?

DAN: On your end,
it's unsubstantiated expenses.

On hers,
it's unreported income.

I don't have anything to do
with Christina's business

or how she accounts
for anything -- or doesn't.

Okay, but you file jointly,
Eldon.

And now with back taxes

for the unreported years,
plus penalties...

A quarter of a million dollars?
Fuck, Dan!

I mean, fuck!

Doc Chance.

Hey, D.

Sorry to interrupt.
Is Carl around?

At home.

A little
under the weather.

Okay, well...

I guess
maybe you're the guy

I need to talk to anyway,
to begin.

Uh, do you remember
that furniture we looked at

about a month or so ago,
that French Art Deco stuff?

I do.

You decide
you want to make it right?

(chuckles)

I guess that's one way
of putting it.

I-I feel like I'd need to know
what it would cost, you know,

if I had to pay
for the work up front

or if there'd be some way
of settling it

once the stuff is sold.

Payment, you'd have
to talk to Carl.

Yeah.

Of course.

But let's say I'm ready.

I get the stuff down here,

I talk payment
when Carl is back.

You know,
I-I'd need help.

Right now work?

Now?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Uh, I need a truck.

Penske's three blocks down,
one over.

Market and 4th.

Okay.
Well, uh, you're on.

Mind me --
Mind me asking what that is?

You can ask.

Is it --
Is that a hatchet?

Tomahawk.

What's the difference?

Hatchet's a tool.
Tomahawk's a weapon.

Is it for you?

Buddy of mine keeps going
back to Afghanistan.

This is what he likes.

Is that where you were?

Use the forge
to temper the blade.

You want it thin enough
to cut --

hard, but not brittle.

My buddy reports back.

We discuss ways of making it
more effective.

The man does like
his scalps.

Okay. Well, I'll go see
about that truck.

(panting)

You want
a glass of water?

You take this.

(grunts)

Let's go.

You wrap it and strap.
I'll get the rest.

(horns honking)

MAN: Come on!

-Move it already!
-Okay, sorry. Just --

-Come on, let's go!
-One minute.

Sorry, sorry.
Just...

Get around him!

Let's go!
Come on, move it!

Hurry up!

Sorry. Just --

God!

(honking continues)

Get the fuck
out of the way!

(honks)

(tires screech)

What the fuck's
wrong with you?

Fuck this.

Back up!

(tires screech)

Shit.

That was pretty good
back there.

Shit like that
makes my day.

(bell clanging)

Friend of yours
is in there.

In here?

Yeah.

Suzanne.

How nice.

Won't be in a minute.

Do you remember
that last patient you sent me --

Jaclyn Blackstone?

Uh, losing time,
memory problems,

claims to have
a second personality.

She's been beaten up.

She's at Seton Medical.

The ex?

I can't believe it isn't.

Would you go
look in on her?

She's not my patient.

No, but you saw her as one.

You know the staff there.
They'll talk to you.

Just -- Just go
check on her.

Please, El.

What's Jaclyn
saying happened?

Well, she's saying

she surprised an intruder
on the patio of her condo.

I suppose
that's possible.

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

And let's not rule out
alien abduction.

I mean, she was doing so well,
and that bastard kept coming.

And she was saying no.

And after, what,
seven sessions?

It had to be him.

You got to let me
take care of you.

NURSE: (sighs) Orbital blowout
fracture on the right side.

No structural damage
or bleeding in the brain.

But there
is an entrapped muscle,

so they're going to have to go
in and relieve the pressure.

When do they
plan to operate?

This afternoon
with Jellicoe.

Oh, she's lucky.
He's good.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

You one of her doctors?

Miss Blackstone?

I'm a neuropsychiatrist.

I was asked to look in on her
by her therapist, Suzanne Simms.

You were in her room
just now.

Why didn't you
look in on her?

I saw that she had
a visitor.

There's no rush.

Really? Not like
any of the doctors I know.

Yeah.

Oh, no, you look too good
to be in a hospital.

You need to go home.

Okay?

Jaclyn, I'm so sorry.

You'll feel better
after the surgery.

After they've freed up
that muscle,

you'll stop seeing
two of everything.

You should go.

I'm told
the surgeon's good.

I'll see him
on my way out.

Please.

(door opens, closes)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct shouting)

What's up, big dog?
You got more furniture to move?

Not yet.

How's the brass coming?

(sighs)
Still waiting on what I need.

Be a couple of weeks
once I start.

CARL: Is there a healer
amongst us?

Ah. I thought
I heard your voice.

Jesus.
What happened to you?

Ah, minor mishap.

I'm happy you brought
your pieces in.

I already have some people
who may be interested.

Buyers?

Beautiful buyers.

Find me when you boys
are done, hm?

We'll have to document
the furniture

and get your signature
on some papers.

(slurping)

Uh, yeah, sure.
Okay.

Toodle-oo.

What happened to him?

Kid took him off
a few weeks ago.

Hey, hey.

That's setting.

What -- What kid?

(sighs)

Flavor-of-
the-fucking-month kid.

Rubber shirt,
pointed boots?

He wanted money.
Carl said no.

Came back
with two of his pals.

They beat Carl up
and stole some shit.

A couple antique chairs,

some money that was
in the highboy by the register.

(slurps)

What pisses me off,

I wasn't here
when they came around.

(cup clatters)

But I guess
that's how they planned it.

You got to watch it
with that shit.

What do you mean?
What -- What shit?

Having a routine, same place,
same time every day.

Like walking around with
a fucking target on your back.

But I got it
all back, so...

The stuff that was stolen?

That and then some.

What, and they --
they just gave it to you?

They didn't want
to fight you for it?

One of the kid's pals did try
his luck with a baseball bat.

Not a good idea,
is what you're saying.

Should have stuck
to baseballs.

Then what?

Then he went away.

Yeah, well...

Well, I could think
of a few more assholes

you could give
that treatment to.

Yeah? Like who?

Just -- Just half the city.
(chuckles)

CHANCE:
L.S. is a 46-year-old male
raised by an abusive mother.

He states that as a child

he seemed to learn
everything backward.

He read not only
individual words backward,

but entire pages.

When he was forced to read
a book from the beginning,

he has little sense of the story

until he is able to read it
again from the end.

His great passions are reading
about mental illness

and learning disabilities

and caring
for his 73 exotic birds.

(birds squawking)

(speaking native language)

(chuckles)

Hey. Hey.

CHANCE:
At the time of my evaluation,

Miss Franko
was 19 months post

a head-on
motor vehicle accident

in which her 68-year-old father
was decapitated.

MAN: "Dear Eldon,
it is with great sadness

that I write to you today.

Last week, Mariella Franko
lost her battle with depression

and took her own life.

It seemed to Mariella
that she died

with her father that night
on the road.

(elevator dings)

LUCY:
I told Mrs. Blackstone

she will have to make
an appointment --

CHANCE:
It's okay, Lucy.

The Jenkinses
have been waiting.

Just one second.

I should go.

No, it's okay.

It's just I don't have
a lot of time right now is all.

But if you'd like
to wait, um...

Or there's a café
on the corner.

You know, I could join you
in about an hour

and we'd have
some time to talk.

Thank you.

I don't know...

Half a block --
Columbus.

(sighs)
I'm sorry, really.

It's okay.

Thank you.

You don't know
what she's been through.

No, but she strikes me

as someone who knows
how to get her way.

You should have seen

her little-girl-lost routine
earlier.

I mean,
she's been here before.

And sustained a pretty good
concussion since.

You got so tough
all of a sudden.

WOMAN:
What can I get for you?

Uh, I'll take
a black coffee.

Hey.

I didn't know
if you'd still be here.

How is your patient?

(sighs) Well...

I...I shouldn't
ask that.

No, no, no, no, it's okay.
It's okay.

I, uh...

The guy is 39 years old.

He's married.
He's got one kid.

He's about two years
post a second craniotomy

for a malignant
brain tumor.

He's got
about six months.

His wife
was with him today.

My God.

What do you say to them?

The truth.

We talk about...

counseling,
support groups.

I can't help them anymore,
but I can walk with them.

I hold their hands.

Thank you.

You're a good doctor.

People want miracles.

Maybe the only miracle
is I can take your hand.

That's the miracle --

the striking through,
the freeing of the caged heart.

'Cause without it...

life is just half lived.

He'll kill me.

He said he would,
and I believe him.

This is your husband.

It's not some intruder.

This is your husband
who beat you.

He could make
Jaclyn disappear.

Wait a second, you...

you just referred to yourself
in the third person.

Is this Jackie
I'm talking to?

No. I don't know.
I don't care about Jackie.

Can you continue
with Suzanne?

He won't let me.

(scoffs)

This was big,
even coming here.

This is dangerous for me.

It could be for you, too.

I could be putting us
both in danger.

Yeah, well, there's --
there's a difference

between what people threaten
and what they'll actually do.

You don't know Raymond.

Okay, I-I know
this is difficult.

But if you met someone
who knows the law,

who's versed in the law.

It's part of my job
to testify in court.
It's okay.

I know people.
I've met people.

There's nothing you can do.
I can make inquiries.

There's nothing
anyone can do.

Maybe it's like you said.

Maybe there's just this.

(sighs)
Maybe this is why I came.

(ringing)

LUCY: Hello?

Hey, Lucy.

Something I want you
to do for me.

Myra Cohen -- C-O-H-E-N.

Psychotherapist in the Bay Area,
now deceased.

See what you can find
on her.

Okay,
like what kind of thing?

Anything you can.

Like where were her offices,
was she a partner,

can we get access
to her records?

Myra Cohen.
Who was she?

Jaclyn Blackstone's
therapist.

I want to know
what she knew.

I don't have
too much time,

but you sounded
so mysterious on the phone.

She's not gonna make it,
Suzanne.

Not with that guy
in her life.

Yet here she stays,
in this city.

She says that if she left,
he'd find her.

You already know
what he's capable of.

And by the way,
why should she have to run?

She's made
her life here.

We are on the same side,
right?

Do I think Jaclyn's hooked up
with a monster? Yes.

Do I think she deserves a chance
to work through her shit?

Absolutely.

But you're making me think
there's more to it.

Let me rephrase that.

You're making me afraid
there's something more to it.

So assuage my fears,
why don't you.

There isn't more to it.

Oh, so...

[Chuckles]
I shouldn't be concerned

by the degree to which

you're involving yourself
in her affairs.

Yeah, "involving"
is such a dirty word,

implying, as it does,

the getting off of one's ass.
Oh, no, I didn't mean that --

We do something
or we don't, Suzanne.

It's that simple.
We act or we give in to despair.

Walk me to my train.
Come on.

Did Jaclyn ever tell you
how she met him?

She was being stalked
by some guy she went out with.

She called the police.
Guess who showed up.

Well, she wouldn't be
the first to trade

one abusive man
for another.

I met the husband.

What was that like?

Creepy is what
it was like.

It would be hard
leaving her to him.

I can imagine.

I can also imagine that's
what she's counting on.

(indistinct shouting)

MAN: Give it back!

-Shut up!
-Take everything!

Take everything! Here!
Everything's gone!

Everything's gone!

My God,
sometimes I wonder

how rational discourse
is even possible.

And now you took this shit
from me!

-Give it back!
-Eldon?

You know
I'm on Jaclyn's side.

You know that.

I-I thought
we were making progress.

And I think that she is
a-a bright, likable woman

who may someday
be whole or not.

The bottom line
is I never should have

asked you
to look in on her.

I never should have asked you
to get involved.

Especially not you.

It was once --
a long time ago.

I know.
I know it was.

(cellphone chimes)

Once is a mistake.
Twice is a decision.

(chiming continues)

Yeah.

LUCY: All right, the therapist
you asked me about, Myra Cohen.

You ready?

Sounds dramatic, but yes.

She had a practice
with two other doctors

in North Berkeley
until she was murdered

by some intruder
they never found.

The offices were burned
to the ground,

and any records she had
were lost in the fire.

Does the plot thicken?

(banging)

What's up, buddy?

I was
in the neighborhood.

The French have a phrase...

Mutiles de guerre.

Do you know it?

"I was mutilated by war."

I spend my days in the company
of those mutilated by life...

most of them
beyond repair.

But I have always held
to the belief

that there are times...

Not times -- moments --
when the right...

word or emotion...

a single touch,
might heal.

And I have held this

though I know
that the workings of the world

will not permit these --
these words or emotions.

There will be no grand gestures
or interventions.

They are all...

images seen
through a glass darkly...

in the midst
of my own decline.

Did I mention
that I have been drinking?

You should take
a load off, Doc.

Mm.

I was trying
to help someone.

And it seems that the last
person who tried to help them

was killed, was murdered
in a hideous fashion.

Now, does that
make the helping

an even worse idea
or a moral imperative?

Murdered by who?
Do we know?

In all likelihood,
the husband --

an Oakland
homicide detective.

Or at least,
he's behind it.

He never gets his hands dirty,
she says.

He gets it done.

He's smart, then.

A guy like that
could be a problem.

A homicidal homicide detective.
Yeah, I would say.

He knows
how to game the system.

He is the system.

And, yet...

I will not accept

that this problem
cannot be solved.

I will not.

Let's walk.

(laughter)

(indistinct conversations)

You know, I...

I don't really know
this part of town.

No shit.

What --

Are you okay?

D?

D, what's -- what's --
what's going on with the...

* Tell me, how you feeling?

(slurring)
Got a cash card?

Got a cash card?

Yeah, yeah.

If you want to buy something,
I've got cash.

Use the machine,
brother.

D, listen...

Use the machine.

* Beggars, man,
I get that dough *

* All I see is Charlie Sheen

* So I'm on my Emilio Estevez

* Esteban, they don't be
what I be on *

* Every track I poop up on

* I turn it into Grey Poupon

(ATM beeping)

* Turn this to a panty raid

* Tough act to follow like...

Particular amount?

Go big or go home.

(ATM beeping)

* Jesse James, all the same

* But I gotta watch my back

* When you make it to the top

* They look like Casey Affleck

* Oh, you want a beef with me

* But really, I don't know you

* Tell these Doug Funnies
that... *

(indistinct conversations)

There's a guy back there.

Seriously.
There's a...

(siren chirps in distance)

Hey, D.

That guy's back,
and he's got a friend.

Two friends.

Jesus.

Jesus Christ, D.
This is -- This is not good.

I don't like this.

Are you fucking kidding?!

You can stay here,
but I wouldn't recommend it.

What --

If anyone starts
shooting, duck.

Otherwise,
don't fuckin' move.

We need to borrow
some money.

(knife plunges)

Jesus!

CHANCE:
Eldon Chance is a 55-year-old
right-handed neuropsychiatrist.

Of late,
he is increasingly aware

of a mental state he finds
to be dark and unstable.

He fears he has been drawn

to the precipice of some new
and terrible reality

that now, having stumbled,

he will be unable
to keep from falling.

**