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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.

This is D.
D, meet Dr. Chance.

CHANCE: Do you remember
that furniture we looked at?
D: I do.

You decide
you want to make it right?

CHANCE: Jaclyn Blackstone
is a 39-year-old

ambidextrous woman
living in Berkeley.

with complaints
of intermittent memory loss,

poor concentration,
loss of time.

It says here that you separated
from your husband

after he struck you
in the face.

Shortly thereafter,

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

You were in her room
just now.

Why didn't you
look in on her?

He'll kill me.

He said he would,
and I believe him.

This was big,
even coming here.

It could be for you, too.

I could be putting us
both in danger.

I was trying
to help someone.

I will not accept

this problem
cannot be solved.

Let's walk.

This is not good.
I don't like this.

If anyone starts
shooting, duck.

Otherwise,
don't fuckin' move.

(knife plunges)

**

(bell clanging)

(bell clanging)

(indistinct shouting
in distance)

(cellphone clicks)

What are you doing?

Calling 911.

Get that kid
an ambulance back there.

Don't.

I'm a doctor,
for Christ's sake.

You're in the database.
I'm not.

If you really want
to call someone, use that.

(cellphone beeping, ringing)

WOMAN: 911.
What's your emergency?

There's uh --

there's three guys in an alley
in the Tenderloin

that need medical attention.

Can you give me
an address?

Uh, it's an alley
in the Tenderloin.

Can you be
more specific, sir?

In between 23rd and 24th.
Enter off Mercer.

Okay, and--
(cellphone beeps)

Do you feel better?

You want some water?

Back there.

What's that about?

That was about
me getting right.

What you do with it
is up to you.

(keys jingling)

This cop -- this cheap fuck
gun-and-a-badge tough guy,

I'd like to see him
meet me somewhere.

What?!

What are you saying?

That what you just did
was some kind of aud-- audition?

No.

Why? The rules?

You think
that's how he feels?

Those guys back there, how'd
you know they wouldn't be armed?

How'd you know
they wouldn't have guns?

That it wouldn't be
the two of us left for dead?

Oh, fuck!

Most fights are over
before they start.

Those guys followed us
into an alley.

What kind of idiot goes into
a blind alley to escape?

Emotion over logic.

They didn't think.

They just reacted,
so they let me dictate.

There are no victims.

Only volunteers.

(sighs)

(clang)

(sighs)

D?

D!

Jaclyn.

Jaclyn.

Jaclyn!

Man does like his scalps.

(dishes rattling)

(water running)

(sighs)

Morning.

I wouldn't have stayed late
at the office last night

if I'd known
you were gonna be here.

Well, I said I would

if Mom and Neil
ended up going to the movie.

Remember how I said that?

Although they didn't actually
go out to one.

They ordered one on TV

and pretty much took over
the living room.

Again.

He's living with us now,
I guess.

Neil is?

Yeah. I mean,
he basically was already,

but he found somebody to sublet
his place, so it's official.

Hey,
how accurate is this thing?

The Beck Depression
Inventory?

It's kind of weird.

Like, I don't get how,

"I make decisions
about as well as I ever could"

is the answer that's supposed
to show you're not depressed.

But I do seriously have

basically no interest
in other people, though.

And I definitely feel more
discouraged about my future

than I used to.

You know,
when I administer that test,

it's in conjunction
with other tests.

It's cumulative.

It's not
a stand-alone diagnostic.

You look pretty bad.

Thanks.
I slept in a chair.

Well, last time
I stayed over,

you said the next time
there would be a futon couch

or something
for me to sleep on.

Guess what.
There isn't.

Plus, are you ever gonna unpack
these other boxes?

It's been months.

I mean, if you didn't need
any of this stuff,

then why'd you even take it?
Okay, who's for pancakes?

And coffee.
You don't have any.

What do you mean?
I -- I have coffee.

You have that stuff that tastes
like burning earthworm dirt.

Also, there's none left.

We have to go now,
though.

I have 10 demerits already
this semester.

For what?

Talking in the library
and being late.

You have something
on your shirt.

(buttons clattering)

NICOLE:
Are we going?!

Yeah, just --
just give me one second.

Dad!
Yeah!

I'll be right there.

(brakes squeak)

SUZANNE: I waited in line
45 minutes for these.

They don't have them
on the menu every day.

Come on.
You haven't taken one bite.

Yeah, my stomach's
not feeling great.

So anyway, I called the
Alameda County D.A.'s office.

Volunteered to do
the psych evals, profiles,

whatever they need,
pro bono.

Okay.
If I can get
a friend there,

maybe I can put that friend
onto Raymond Blackstone.

If he's as dirty
as Jaclyn says he is.

If Blackstone is even close
to what she says,

how is he not gonna find out
you're poking around?

'Cause he doesn't work there.

He can't have his finger
in everything.

Okay, so you said
you had two things.

What's the other thing?

Jaclyn tutors math.

Now, if she came to my
apartment, says it's for that,

you could meet her there
to continue her therapy.

At your apartment?

Ye--
it doesn't have to be there.

The point is
to set up some cover

that allows you and her
to keep meeting.

Do you really still not see
what dangerous ground this is?

Even for someone
without your history,

your vulnerability,
it would be.

Or is that
what you like about it?

Come on, Suzanne.

Jaclyn wouldn't be
the first

to trade in one abusive man
for another.

Remember you said that?

So maybe Jackie Black
and all the rest of her story

is just about finding one man
to save her from another.

You don't believe
in Jackie Black?

I don't know
what I believe.

Well, Jaclyn
or Jackie Black

or however many of her
there are or aren't,

I can't imagine
any of them

would want to go on
getting beaten.

Eldon,
why can't you let this go?

That's what I'm trying to do.
I'm trying to let go.

I'm trying to give Jaclyn
to you.

She needs help,

and I'm trying to find a way
to let you keep helping her.

Or we can --
we can just hope for the best.

I'm taking yours home,
too.

Did her other therapist go
to this much trouble for her?

Myra something.
What was her name?

Cohen, I think.

Yeah, Cohen.

What happened there again?
She -- she died?

Yeah. She was an older woman,
lived alone.

On the Internet, the police said
that they thought

she might have tried to stop
a home-invasion robbery.

Wow. Poor woman.

That couldn't have been easy
for Jaclyn, either.

Is that a yes?

I just hope
you know what we're doing.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(ringing)

JACLYN: Hello?

Hi, Jaclyn.
This is Eldon Chance.

Listen,
I might have an idea

about how you could continue
your therapy.

(Up-tempo dance music playing)

Is -- Is this a good time?

You mean now?

I'm at work right now.

Now, later,
whenever is convenient.

I'll call you back.

Okay. When --

This isn't a good number,
just so you know.

(receiver clicks)

(birds squawking)

CHANCE: Bernard Jolly
is a 19-year-old white male

who, until his recent arrest
and incarceration,

has lived
in the basement apartment

of his maternal aunt,
Amanda Jolly of San Francisco.

He is two years
into a post-concussive syndrome

following a basilar
skull fracture

and intracerebral hematoma

following a bicycle/
pickup truck accident

in which he was riding
the bicycle.

(sighs)

Since his discharge,
the patient admits

to both visual
and olfactory hallucinations.

Visual hallucinations
consist most often

of seeing the Mexican gardener
who struck him,

even though Jolly
has been informed

that this man
has since left the country.

(tires squealing,
horns honking)

(screams)

On top of that, various
olfactory hallucinations.

What kind of olfactory
hallucinations does he have?

Incense, hay,

and something he describes as
the smell of different beings.

Yeah, I get that
every time I'm on BART.

(chuckles)
Okay, so headline.

If competency means
that Bernard Jolly

could communicate effectively
with his attorney...

Then, no,
he's not competent.

You think you could write
that up for me by Thursday?

Sure. I'd be happy to help
with anything else.

Yeah? 'Cause just off
the top of my head,

I got 10 more defendants
where Bernie Jolly came from.

Fine.

I could also walk you
through medical histories

that seem confusing, too.

When you fell down from heaven,
did it hurt a lot?

Listen,
does the D.A.'s office work

with all the Alameda County
police departments?

Yeah. Oakland, Berkeley,
Hayward -- all of them.

They keep us busy.
Gonna keep you busy now, too.

Okay, how come?

I was just wondering,
it's --

Colleague of mine was murdered,
and the case is still unsolved.

I know
it's probably inappropriate.

Where was this?

Fremont. 2014.

We'd have that file here.

You can't take it with you,

but we'd probably have a room
you could sit with it.

That work?
Sure.

Done.

CHANCE:
Myra Cohen, PhD.

Stab wounds
penetrating vital structures.

Total number of stab wounds --
43.

Nine classified as major.

Hands tied in front
using a double square knot

with white nylon rope

approximately
42 inches in length.

Discovered subsequently
at the coroner's office

that Dr. Cohen had a kitchen
knife embedded in her throat.

It was undetected at the scene

because of the pillowcase
over her head.

(bell chimes)

(tires squealing in distance)

(car doors close)

MAN: Sorry.
I got no time to fuck around.

This is what I tell him.

300 degrees,

and the beer is pouring out of
me from the night before, right?

And you know me,
I'm just gonna say to him,

you're gonna tell me where
I can find this guy right now.

'Cause if you don't,
I swear to Jesus Christ,

I will come across
this table,

and I will rip your heart
right out of your fucking chest!

(laughter)

The little piece of shit looked
like he was gonna piss himself.

(indistinct conversation)

(laughter)

(cellphone ringing)

Hello?

Hi.
It's Jaclyn.

Sorry it took me so long
to call back.

No, no, that's --
that's fine, really.

I was calling to --
I talked to Suzanne Simms,

and we came up with a plan

to help you keep going
with therapy.

Would you -- are you up
for that, you think?

Uh, tomorrow night,
there's a lecture on the campus,

the math department.

I was planning to go.

One of the graduate students
is lecturing

on the axiom of choice,
if you'd like to come.

I -- I'm afraid
that would be lost on me.

Sure.

There's a Chinese place
on Shattuck

that's close to the campus.
Do you --

Taizu Dragon.
That's the one.

We could meet there after.

We could.

At 8:30.

8:30 it is.

(receiver clicks)

(cellphone clicks)

(horn honks)

(bell clangs)

Hey.

LUCY: Where were you?

When?

Randall -- your 9:00.

I called you
a ton of times.

Shit.
I didn't hear it.

Uh, we better reschedule.

Friday at 11:00.
That's good.

I know it is.

Also, a detective called
for you.

What?

Detective Hynes.

Did he say
what was it about?

No.
Just that you're in trouble.

(sighs)
Myra Cohen.

He -- He said it's about
the Myra Cohen case.

Right. Yeah, I -- I asked
about that at the D.A.'s office.

Do you want me to get him
for you?

No, it's okay.
I'll call him later.

He wanted your cell.

Did you give it to him?

Yeah. I just give out your cell
number to whoever wants it.

You would tell me if there's
something going on, right?

Going on with what?

You.

I like to think I would,
yes.

The Sykes guardianship call
is at noon.

I'll dial you in.

Thank you.

(door closes)

CHANCE:
The patient states that Jackie
is daring and extroverted,

a person who comes out
in times of stress.

In particular,
it is Jackie who continues

to have a sexual relationship
with her estranged husband

even though she, Jaclyn,
does not approve of this.

(water dripping)

(cellphone ringing)

(cellphone clicks)
Hello?

CARL:
Young man, do you have time
to stop by and see me?

Uh, when were you
thinking?

Well, what are you up to
right now?

I-I don't really --

You do so,
and you won't be sorry.

I got news that's too beautiful
not to share.

(bell chimes)

(speaking indistinctly)

I have a man
who can do the restoration.

He does fantastic work.

(bell chimes)

Big dog.

Hey.

Hey.

There are victims.

I spend half my life
in rooms with them.

They do exist,
they do think,

and they react

to being bereft of protectors
and damaged beyond repair.

Your furniture's gone.

What?
Yesterday.

I thought
that's why you were here.

CARL:
All right. Bye for now.

My friend.

Would a cashier's check
in the amount of $80,000

brighten your day?

A Mr. Morozov
of San Francisco.

Is he Russian?
He's rich,
and he's happy.

Ah.

And he's not in the mob.

You sure about that?

'Cause I read an article
in the Chronicle.

I've held back $20,000 for D's
work and my own commission.

And that's a deal.

I know, and D's work
is not the issue.

He's entitled to whatever
is fair, and you are, too.

What is the issue?

I just -- I thought there
would be a time, you know,

when you had the buyer,

and there would be a final
moment to reconsider before...

It's what we agreed upon.

It's why we did the work.

I've made you a little something
to remember them by.

I thought
you would be happier.

When I pictured your face,
you were smiling.

MAN: Three major fault lines,
and shit tons of minor ones,

and they all meet right here
in the fucking Bay Area, man.

How's that for freaky?

I was reading
about something like that

somewhere recently, yeah.

I think about us being,
like, years past due

for a seismic event

of catastrophic
fucking proportions.

I think about it
all the time.

What would you do?

If it happened?

Nothing.

Probably drown, right?
(chuckles)

But what am I gonna do?

But it just seems like
there's a lot of people

afraid of bullshit,
you know?

If you're gonna be afraid,

be afraid of something
that could actually happen.

That's what I am.

Yeah.
Me too.

Carl Allan here.
Please leave a message.

Hi, Carl.
It's Eldon Chance.

Listen, I've been thinking
about what we...

I have to make this right
with the buyer, the Russian.

I'm not gonna put any of this
on you or on D.

I'll explain.
I'll say it was all on me.

I'll tell him that the pieces --
they had brass on them

when I brought it to you.

I'm gonna offer him
his money back.

Whatever it takes
to put right what we did.

I'm sorry, really.
I...

It's just, ethically speaking,
all of this...

this is not who I am.

(fog horn blows)

(door opens)

Hi.
Hey. How you doing?

(door opens)

Hey.

You expecting someone?

We met at the hospital.
You were looking in on my wife.

Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, I remember you now.

You remember me now.

As opposed to
when you saw me walk in?

Yeah,
you looked familiar.

I see a lot of people
in the course of my day.

You mind?

WOMAN:
Can I get you gentlemen --
No. We're good. Thank you.

Let me see.

Is this what they would call
Art Deco?

It's French Art Deco.

French Art Deco.

These are yours?

Yeah.
Well, uh, no.

It -- It was,
but I just sold it.

Hope you got your price.

Yeah.
So do I.

What brings you to our side
of the bay, Doctor?

You know, I-I sometimes
see patients up here.

I like being on the campus
now and then.

Reminds me
of my student days.

Are you on staff at any
of the hospitals over here?

No.

I used to be,
but I'm not anymore.

I was asked by your wife's
therapist to look in on her,

'cause she was worried

that there might be some trauma
to the brain.

The doctors might have missed
it, so that's why I was there.

Well, I didn't mean
to intrude.

I just saw you sitting
over here,

thought I'd come over
and say hello.

You said
you were meeting someone?

No.
Actually, I didn't say that.

Not at all.

(door opens)
Hm.

Oh, look.

I guess
it started raining.

Weather report's
finally right.

(door opens)
Oh.

(thunder rumbling)

Well, well, well.

Jackie!

Look who I found.

Hi.

Hi.
How are you?

Dr. Chance was just about to
tell me who he was waiting for.

No, I was just saying
that I'm not meeting anyone.

It's a coincidence, then.

You'd be amazed at how
many coincidences I hear
about in my line of work,

and you'd be amazed at
how often it turns out that
they're not coincidences.

I'm getting to the point
where I don't even believe
in such things.

Here. Have a seat.

You know,
it's not really a question

of believing
or not believing.

Coincidence is the simple
condition of coinciding.

Any number of people
or things

occupying the same space
at the same point in time.

Right.

You want me to give you
an example?

Please.

There's a guy
rehanging a light fixture

in the lobby
of an upscale hotel.

For whatever reason,
he gets distracted,

and he doesn't do
the job right --

leaves some screws
out of the assembly.

Some time later,
a woman is crossing the lobby

on her way to join some friends
at the bar.

She passes under the light

at the point which
a construction crew outside

start using a jackhammer,

and it vibrates the building
very slightly...

(woman screams)
...but enough.

Then what happened?
She die?

No.

The impact caused
a subarachnoid hemorrhage

resulting in global aphasia.

She was never
the same again.

I see it all the time --

people's lives changed
irrevocably.

I sometimes wonder if
it's by that kind of geometry

that our lives
are our lives,

those random meetings in time
and space.

It's just
purest coincidence.

And they call him
Dr. Chance.

So we're not responsible
for our own actions, then?

Is that the point?

'Cause I've heard that one
a few times, too.

You know, someone
once asked William James

if he believed in free will.

And he said, "Of course.
What choice do I have?"

(chuckling)
That's good.

He's all right.

How was the lecture?

It was good.

That's it?
That's all you got?

Tell us about it.

Graduate student
from the math department

was lecturing
on the Banach-Tarski paradox

and the axiom of choice.

Really? Why?

Would you care,
I mean.

It's a counterintuitive
theorem.

A solid ball
in three-dimensional space

can be split up
into a finite amount

of non-overlapping pieces,

which can then be
put back together

so as to yield two identical
copies of the same sphere.

(laughs)
Fuck me.

I never understood why
she puts herself through it.

Are you hungry or what?

I came for takeout.

There are papers
I need to read for tomorrow.

Go up and order it.
I'll be up in a second to pay.

That won't be necessary.
Forget about it.

It was nice
to see you again.

Yeah.
You too.

We've been living separately,
but then you probably knew that.

No, I did not know that.

I'm not
your wife's therapist.

I was trying to determine
the extent of her injuries.

Speaking of which, they ever
find the person responsible?

Whatever you're having here,
I'm gonna pick it up.

It'll be my treat.

I couldn't possibly
let you do that.
Of course you can.

You were kind enough
to look in on my wife.

And no, we have not yet found
the person responsible,

but we will.

You can take that
to the bank.

Hey, let me ask you, Dr. Chance,
are you a married man?

Divorcing.

Children?
I have a daughter, yeah.

I don't envy you that.

You know, it's rough out there.
You know what I'm trying to say.

I mean...

we're a predatory species,
Doctor.

That's not what they teach you
in the hallowed halls on campus,

and as a cop, that's not
what I'd say to the press,

but it's the truth.

I mean, that's the world
I deal with every day, right?

And next time we coincide
like this...

that's on you.

Okay?

(doorbell rings)

Hi.

Uh, I just wanted to see Nikki,
to say good night to Nikki.

Uh, yeah.

Okay.

Nikki?

You went out
to Rockridge?

Yeah, I had a thing.

The broker call you?

Uh, well, maybe.
I haven't checked.

We have like four preemptive
offers, all above asking.

Great.
Yeah, it is.

I mean, it doesn't solve
the whole school problem.

You know, we've missed all
the deadlines for financial aid,

and, really,
at this point,

I don't even think she has
any options beyond Marina South.

I...really didn't come here
to fight.

Yeah.

What would that
even look like?

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Anything wrong?

Sometimes I just like
to see your face.

Sometimes.

I was in Oakland today.

I came home with some more
of that coffee that you hate

for actually tasting
like coffee.

So, maybe we could --

I need to go to bed.

I have to do a tempo run
tomorrow morning.

In the park?

By yourself?

Well, Shawn has to
do hers, too.

And actually,
Neil might meet us, maybe.

Just for part of it.

Sometimes he runs to the gym
in the morning,

and it's in
the same direction --

Okay, I just wanted
to make sure

that, you know,
you're not alone.

Is he here now --
Neil?

They ordered Thai,
and he went to pick it up.

How come?

It's nothing. I...

I just want to say good night
and I love you.

I love you, too.

Good night, baby.
Good night.

(dog barking in distance)

CHANCE:
The axiom of choice.

"An axiom of set theory

allowing for the construction
of non-measurable sets.

Collection of points without
volume in the ordinary sense."

Why should they be?

Why should any fucking thing
be ordinary?

(doorbell buzzes)

Yeah?

(buzzing)

Hello?

(buzzing)

Who is this?

(buzzing)

(door squeaks open
in distance)

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

You're my knight.

(dramatic music plays)