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Previously on "Chance"...

[ Grunting ]

You followed us into
a store in broad daylight.

What the fuck
were you thinking?

Whatever it is you think
you're into here with her,

whatever it is you think
you're trying to do,

you have no idea.

Chance: You came to my office,
said you were my wife.

Jaclyn:
I don't remember that.

Sorry that I'm like this,
that he hurt you.

I'm not done Jaclyn.
I'm not going anywhere.

Stuff from my past.

Blackstone broke in,
left it in my car.

It's old news,
but it's still damaging

if it fell into
the wrong hands.

I just want to
take this guy down.

A Crown Vic's an easy car
to break into.

Take a thumb drive, download
whatever files he's got.

-When do we do this?
-Say, tomorrow night.

-And what happened?
-Mission was compromised.

There was collateral damage.
It's been taken care of.

Jesus! Are you telling me
you killed him?

If by "him,"
you mean Blackstone, no.

At least I don't
think I did.

You might want to get us
out of here, brother.

When one of their own goes down,
all bets are off.

[ Tires screeching,
horns blaring ]

[ Crash ]

**

[ Tires screeching ]

Jesus!

Are you dealing
with her, or am I?

I'll handle it.

You all right?

I think so.
Um, yes.

Ah.

Oh, boy.

This is all on me.

Those damn blind spots.

Uh, listen, take your car
to, you know,

wherever you need to take it
to get it repaired.

I'll pay for everything.
Let me give you my card.

Both my numbers
are on there.

You give me a call,
I'll take care of everything.

'Cause police reports,
you know, they take so long,

and what good are they?

You have an honest face.

Cloris Flowers.

You trust her?

To not report it?
I think so.

Well, if you're worried
about her, say the word.

We'll go back and take care
of that right now.

We have her address.

I think
I'm gonna be sick.

[ Retching ]

[ Spits ]

[ Groans ]

[ Barge horn blows in distance ]

[ Sighs ]

Feeling better?

What happened
back there?

You pulled
in front of Cloris.

No, not -- No, the --
the massage place.

What happened?

Some asshole
came out of there.

Who?
Some goon.

Probably worked there.

Guy was all geared up.

Fucker caught me
dead to rights,

coming out of
Blackstone's ride.

The thing that
fucking worries me is,

how did he know to come out?

They've got some kind
of surveillance system.

Now, if they do, it'd have
to be pretty high-tech,

because I looked
and didn't see dick,

which doesn't rule out
the possibility.

If you're gonna
be sick again,

we should hold off
on getting back in the car.

So, the guy comes out
of the massage place,

then what happened?

Then his problems began.

Don't! Will you
stop doing that?!

Just tell me
what happened!

Piece of shit
pepper-sprayed me.

Christ.
In the Teams,

we'd pepper spray
each other for laughs.

If he'd had a piece
and pulled it

and started shooting,
he might've gotten somewhere,

but there he was
with a can of table spice.

Meantime, I had this,
called a sunket.

Lots of ways you can use it --

stab, hook, slice.

Very effective at
controlling an opponent.

Case of tonight,

I was close enough to hook him
through the ocular cavities...

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]
...snap his neck.

Oh!

Well, what the --
What the fuck happened

to controlling an opponent?

That's when things
got really interesting.

Fucking Blackstone just
pops right out the door

like the guy had
signaled him.

He saw you?

He probably saw something.

I could see him,
but it was still

pretty dark where I was.

He had something
in his hand.

Might have been
a phone or a gun.

My vision was still a bit
fucked up from the spray.

The only thing
I could be sure of --

I didn't want him
getting any closer.

That's when I put one
in his chest.

You shot him?

I was 30 seconds into
a compromised situation, Doc.

The last thing
I needed was sound.

You've seen me
throw a blade.

Oh...

What?
So, you killed him?

Well, he took
a kill shot, for sure.

[ Gasping ]

It wasn't that bad, really,
you think about it.

He never had a real visual.

All in all, I'd say it was
a pretty clean op.

Exit was a bit of a mess,
but that's on you, brother.

You know what I'd like?

A fucking malted.

You know,
the old-fashioned kind

where they actually
put the powder in

so it's not just
milk and ice cream.

[ Keyboard keys tapping ]
I don't know, brother.

It's all just
Blackstone's police reports.

Backup files of his cases,
I guess.

Wait. Here --
Here's a good one.

"Junky dies of an overdose.

His friends are sad,
but they still need to score,

so they cut off his head
and try selling it

to satanists for 30 bucks.

The satanists are into it,
but they don't have the cash.

Fight jumps off
and one of the junkies

is stabbed to death
with a screwdriver."

Talk about the world
in a nutshell.

[ Slurps ]
The point was

to get in, get out,

without him knowing
we were there.

That was the point.

First thing that
happens in combat --

shit starts to fly
and so does your plan.

And after that, you improvise.

So, a guy died tonight.

For that, for what you
basically say is nothing.

Two guys if you count
Blackstone.

Well, I thought
you said that --

I said it was hard to say.

I said my vision
was compromised.

Okay. So, one man,
two men, one's a cop.

You know, once you
start killing people,

I guess numbers
are just academic.

This is emotion
talking, Doc.

You're scared,
dumping adrenaline.

With enough time,
I could teach you

to work through that,
deal with it.

You could also
go fuck yourself.

Do you want Blackstone
to be alive?

[ Sighs ] No.

Yes.

I --
No. I want him dead.

I don't want us
to have killed him.

If he's dead,
mission complete.

If he's alive,
he'd be in the hospital.

Right.

If he's in the hospital,
he's not home.

Fuckin' A.

We could get in there,
have a look around.

We just need to find out
which -- alive or dead.

Check the news tomorrow.

If a hero cop dies,
it'll make the papers.

[ Slurps ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

D: Stab, hook, slice.

Hook him through
the ocular cavities,

snap his neck.

You've seen me
throw a blade.

Well, he took
a kill shot, for sure.

[ Panting ]

Christina: You can't sit
for five minutes?

It's not even
8:00 in the morning.

What's this, uh --
What's this boy's name?

John.

Um, he's a year
ahead of her.

And they just called you
out of the blue?

They've been trying
to make up their mind

whether or not to call,

and finally felt
like they had to.

I've never even
heard her mention

someone named John.

And how long have they been
going out together?

Does that matter?

Would it make it better
if it was like two years

instead of five months?

What -- They've been
dating for five months?

That's what she said.

Since before
Nicole's last birthday.

It's just, always,
when I pictured her

having her first, uh, boyfriend,
I -- I mean, God knows,

I didn't want to talk
to my mother about any of this.

But I always thought
that Nicky would tell me,

you know, even just
that she had one.

I just never thought
I would find out like this.

Yeah.
Me, neither.

You know, we don't even know
for sure what this is.

It's this boy's parents
telling us

that our daughter is a stalker.

Oh, come on, Christina.

These kids text each other
all day long.

You know that.

Okay, maybe, but then
what about all the times

she went for a run
by his house,

after he asked her not to,
after he broke up with her?

Did you talk to Nicole?

[ Scoffs ]

What'd she say?

That I'm overreacting.

You see, we don't even
know this boy,

never mind his parents.

You can't take their word.

I mean, we don't know
anything about them.

You know, El, they sound
pretty reasonable.

They sound like
what we would sound like.

They just want
to talk to us.

Well, I want to talk
to Nicole first.

Hey.
[ Sighs ]

I mean, what's going on?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna talk to her,

and we'll get to the bottom
of this, okay?

Okay.

Can you come home
with me and do it now?

No. I can't.
I've got a --

a thing I've got to do.

I'll come right after.

Let me walk you down.

You're gonna
go to work now?

Yeah. Why?

Maybe you should
call in sick.

You just seem kind of crazed.
I don't know.

Do you have a fever
or something?

Maybe I won't
walk you down.

At least put on some shoes
and maybe comb your hair.

Chance:
Parkinsonian gait.

A tendency to lean
unnaturally forward.

Arm swing diminished or absent.

Shortened shuffling
festination step pattern.

Sustained tonic abnormal
head and neck posture

would indicate
spasmodic torticollis.

Tardive dyskinesia.

Symptoms include repeated,
non-rhythmic,

stereotyped movements
of the tongue, jaw, or lips.

Caused by long-term use
of neuroleptic drugs.

Stop it.

[ Tires screeching ]
Stop it!

[ Gasps ]

I'm sorry.

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

[ Pounding on door ]

Nothing.

There's nothing
in the papers, nothing online.

I think we're good.
As good is now defined.

If I can see cameras,
I can disable 'em.

Second thing is getting
in to the building.

Third is the door
to his place.

Unless I'm worried about noise,
I'll use a bump key.

What's a bump key?

I keep a set.

Teeth are all ground
to a number nine.

Key goes in
up to the last tooth,

then you "bump" tap it in
the rest of the way.

It makes the driver pins jump
and the key pins jar,

and it gives you
just enough time

to turn the core,
open the lock.

Are these legal?

What do you think?

So, when do you want
to do this? Tonight?

You said something about hitting
a surveillance cam with light.

I said if you were going
at night, you'd do that.

But an op like this
is better during the day.

It's less suspicious,
fewer people around.

I say we go right now.

No. I can't do it right now.
I got to --

I got to talk to my daughter,
and I got a deposition after.

I can go without you.

No, no. No.
I'm coming with you this time.

You don't know her.
She used to live there.

You want to go because
she used to be there?

I want to go because after
what happened last night,

from now on,
I'm gonna fucking be there.

When I went through all this,
all the websites,

and I didn't see
"Hero Cop Dead,"

I remembered that every day
Blackstone's alive,

Jaclyn's life's at risk.

So, we're not just taking down
a piece of shit here.

We're fighting
for someone's life.

So you wait for me.
I'll call you when I'm ready.

You're the boss.

Yes, I am.

Chance: Patient is
a right-handed 15-year-old girl.

Parents divorced.

Patient has begun demonstrating
extreme sensitivity

to perceived rejection.

Genetic predisposition
to obsessional behavior

and predatory impulses --

Now, let me try
the chicken again?

Nope.
The pork is better.

You say that like I haven't been
saying it your whole life.

Nic, we need to talk
about something.

Ruh-roh.
What does that mean?

Your mom
came by this morning,

and she told me
a boy at your school --

the parents
had contacted her.

John Whitton?

And she said that
they had told her

that you two had been dating
for kind of a long time.

Months.

That you've been
boyfriend and girlfriend.

Is that true?

Yeah.

You never said anything.

It wasn't that big a deal.

I mean, you didn't
say that either.

If you're going out with a boy
for the first time ever,

but it's not
that big a deal.

You never
mentioned him to us.

Yeah.
And now it's over, so...

Right. Well...

the parents and the boy

seem to think that you might be
having trouble with that.

The fact that it's over.

[ Silverware clatters ]

Seriously?

We were -- whatever.

And now we're not.
I'm not having trouble.

Well, they say that
you've been texting a lot

[ Sighs ]
and that you keep

coming by the house.
God!

Because everyone
texts a lot.

Because he asked
me to come by.

What, he asked you?

He's actually
pretty interesting.

John.

His point of view,
his behavior.

I actually
wondered about that.

Wondered what you'd
say about him.

Like, psychiatrically.

What do you mean?

So, he's an only child,
too, right?

But his parents
aren't like you guys.

His mom had seven miscarriages
before she had John,

so and his dad are
hyper-focused on him.

Miracle baby.

And he's great,

but he's also super-dramatic
about everything.

When he's in love,
he's totally in love.

And then, when it's over
and you want to try

to still
be friends with him,

that means you're obsessed
and you can't let go.

Right.
Until he gets confused

and thinks he might
still like you.

Then he's gonna
ask you to come by

when he's supposed
to be studying,

and then, when his
parents get mad about

why he got a "D" in Chem...

Then they blame you
for distracting him.

Now, maybe you see why I didn't
want to get into this shit.

Hey!

Sorry -- about
not telling you guys.

I can say the word "shit."

Double hey.

I'm gonna try this
before it's all gone.

Hi.

Feeling better, I hope.

Mostly, yeah.

You know what?
I would love a cup of coffee,

but I don't have time
to drink it

before they get here.

Who?
The lawyers.

Lieser, McNamara, and Gard.

The William Mullen deposition.

It's on the books for today,
the last I checked.

Well, Mr. Gard's here.

But he's by himself.

Oh. Okay.

And he didn't say anything
about a deposition.

He just said he needed
to talk to you.

Jay, how are you?

All right, Eldon.

Good to see you.
Mm-hmm.

So, are you gonna
depose me one-on-one?

I'm not complaining.

It's just, you guys
usually travel in packs.

You want to sit down?

Sure.

What's up?

I don't know.

That's not true.
I know.

I just don't know
why or what it means.

The suspense
is killing me, Jay.

The firm received
a package yesterday

of photocopied paperwork.

Psych history,
police reports.

They all had
your name on them.

Restraining orders, um,

arrest records, toxicology,
involuntary commitment.

You know what
I'm talking about.

Yeah.

This is
ancient history, Jay.

This is...

20 years ago. More.
I was a kid.

I know. I --

That's actually exactly what
I said when I saw them,

but you know those
executive committee guys.

Avoid impropriety,
the appearance of impropriety.

So, you're gonna hire another
expert because of this.

You're the best
there is, El.

But, yeah.

Firm's decision, not mine.

[ Clears throat ]

I don't suppose there's
any way of finding out

where this package
came from, I guess.

Certified mail,
no return.

Well, thank you for coming
to tell me in person.

I appreciate that.

I'm sorry.

And don't thank me.
Just, you know, fix it.

[ Sighs ]

You had some calls.

Actually, the same call
three times.

She said it was important,

that you'd know
what it was about.

A...

Cloris Flowers.

Oh, yeah.

God, yeah.
Yeah.

Ms. Flowers, her car.

We had a little run-in
in the East Bay.

Listen, why don't you
call her back,

tell her you're
my office manager,

and that she should
take the car

to whatever shop,
garage, she needs,

and they can call here
and charge that account.

I got to go.

[ Woman talking indistinctly ]

-I'm not many people.
-You certainly are not.

My friend.

This is a person
one can really talk to.

Are you okay?

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Sure. Let's just
go in to my office.

I'll see you again.

Um, not
in this lifetime.

But I'm very glad
to have met you.

Hey.

You don't look very well.

Oh, never mind about me.

Is she a patient?

Is she the patient?

[ Sighs ]

How crazy is she?

I don't know.

And you are trying
to get me disbarred now.

Well, knowing you're gonna die
affords you certain...

freedom from convention.

Lets you look the rat
in the eye and refuse to blink.

Is that what she's doing?

Oh, no doubt about it.

In her eyes,
the unflinching spark.

But how do you differentiate

between unflinching
and purely mad?

Well, that's your job.

Doesn't interest me
all that much.

It's about the light.

That's what remains.

And I'm counting
on you to deliver.

[ Door closes ]

-Hey.
-You have a new assistant.

Yes.
Yes, I do.

I know,
you said I met her.

I tried, but I can't
remember that part.

I do remember
coming here though.

With the chess piece.

The knight.

I saw it at a thrift store.
It reminded me of you.

You were out,
but I still --

I wanted to be
close to you for a minute.

In your space.

I remember that.

Even without you here,

it's better than most places
I get to be.

Raymond's been hurt.

What do you mean, hurt?

Hurt how?

He caught someone trying

to break into
his car last night.

The guy threw a knife
at him, I guess.

He's in the hospital
with a collapsed lung.

Seton, actually,
where I was.

A man with him was murdered.

Was they, uh --

Was this guy a cop?

No. He was a bouncer
at some place that they were.

A massage parlor in Oakland.

I think maybe Raymond
has an interest in it. I --

Do you think that,
or do you know that?

Well, I hear things.

I don't know anything for sure
when it comes to him.

No one does.

I shouldn't even be
telling you this.

If he even thought I thought it,
I'd be in trouble.

What do the police think?
Do they have suspects?

They won't say anything to me,
but I don't think so.

Anyway,
he says he's got it.

Got what?

The investigation, revenge.

I don't know.
That's all he said.

That he's gonna handle it
all himself when he gets out.

And when will that be?

At least another day.

They're worried
about an infection.

I was with him last night
and again this morning.

At some point,
I need to go back.

Come with me now.

Excellent. $2.

And we can probably
beat him down.

Jaclyn:
"I love him whose soul is deep,

even in being wounded,

and who can perish
of a small experience.

Thus he goes willingly
over the bridge."

"I love him whose soul is

so over-full that
he forgets himself,

and all things are in him.

Thus all things become
his going under.

I love all those
who are as heavy drops,

falling one by one
out of the dark cloud

that hangs over men.

What will this be?

Haven't you
thought about it,

alone, late at night?

You know I have.

Who will you be?

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Moaning ]

Good morning.

Almost.

You could stay.

Actually, I have
a train ticket.

I'm gonna head up north
to visit my daughter.

Is she okay?
Do you know where she is?

Yeah.

He told me.

You know, he'll be
getting out soon.

I don't know what he's gonna do,
what he's gonna want.

I do know that he's gonna
be out for blood,

and I don't want you
to be in his way.

So, I guess that means we might
not see each other again.

Is that why you came?

I've wanted to come since

that day we met
in the cafe by your office.

I wanted to the day
that we met in the book store.

I wanted to ask you out
for a coffee or something.

Well, what stopped you?

Me being crazy?

You being crazy --
Well, in my experience,

the really crazy ones
don't say that they're crazy.

But, yeah, and the constraints
in my profession.

It was a long time ago.

It's never that long ago.

Not really.

You're walking me
to the door.

How gentlemanly.

Your car is parked
at my office.

Oh, my God.

You're fucking right.

The blind
leading the blind.

[ Car door closes ]

I don't think
we can stop now.

Me neither.

Well, we should.

At least for a while.

Why?

Because you've
been through trauma,

and you have a lot
of work to do,

and you should
be free to do it.

Is that what you want --
to be free of me?

I want you to be well.
I want you to be whole.

I'll wait for you.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Beep ]

D: Where the hell are you?

What the fuck, Doc?

What we're doing
right now --

sitting here,
did it never occur to you

that he could be having
the same thing done to you?

Eyes on your place,
your office.

Yeah.
I'm sorry.

We should've gotten a room.
I wasn't thinking.

Frozen lake, brother.

Point taken.

D: Okay.
You ready to do this?

You want -- We're gonna wait
for someone and follow them in?

No need.
I've already been in.

When?
You were MIA.

I got tired of waiting.

How'd you get here?
Took BART.

Figured I could get
the preliminary shit

out of the way.

Don't worry.
I saved the sweet spot.

Don't ask me why.

I kept waiting for you
to call like you said.

If I had known
what you were up to,

I would've done
the whole thing alone.

Security's porous as fuck.

There's a cam
on the foot entrance

but not the garage.

Name's in the directory.
All you have to do is look.

Let's go.

God, I feel ridiculous.

You look beautiful.

Anybody says anything,

we're here for
the air conditioning,

which is on the roof.
I'll talk.

By the way, that, uh --

they guy, you know,
at the massage parlor,

he was a soldier.

Your lady tell you that?

She said he's one
of the bouncers,

and he works for Blackstone --
worked for Blackstone.

Feel better?

Maybe.

Just thought
you'd like to know.

Why?

We go in
through the garage,

take the stairs
to the third floor.

As soon as I see the locks,
I'll know what to use.

That's our most
vulnerable point,

the time that takes.

Thermal imaging. It's what
the heating and cooling guys use

to look for leaks,
heat signatures.

This'll tell me if there
are any hidden cameras.

Door opens, I go in alone.

I make the sweep.

If it's all clean,
I come back for you.

[ Door closes ]

Whatever else is going
on in this place,

no one's
doing business here.

Anything?

Nope.

Did you check the bathroom?

Unh-unh.

Nothing in there.

[ Box unlatches ]

[ Spray paint bottle rattles ]

What the fuck
are you doing?

Blackstone thinks
a business rival

landed him
in the hospital.

Here's a little misdirection
to keep him thinking that way.

Symbol for
vengeance, revenge.

Jaclyn: I saw it at a thrift
store. It reminded me of you.

You okay?

[ Box latches ]

Time to go.

You good to drive?

Yeah.

You play chess?

No.

That piece was old...

that you were looking at.

Carl handles
shit like that.

Loves the game, too.

I've seen a lot of sets,
a lot of pieces,

learned to recognize
the old ones.

Black like that is onyx.

The good ones
are hand-cut in Mexico.

That was a good one.

[ Engine starts ]

She'd asked me
to talk to John,

try and help
change his mind.

And how'd she get
your cellphone number?

She'd asked me for it
when they were dating.

Scott: She would buy him
things constantly.

Little things,
mostly, music gift cards,

or -- but sometimes
bigger-ticket things.

He's a teenage boy, so at first,
he liked it, but finally...

He asked her to stop,
and she got very upset,

blew it
way out of proportion.

That's when he decided
he needed to break things off.

And that's when
it got really bad.

What does that mean?

The calling, the texting.

300 text messages
in one day once.

And when he didn't answer her,
she texted his best friend,

because she knew
the friend would tell him.

He blocked her from seeing
his photos online,

so she created fake accounts
to leave nasty comments.

I know she was in our backyard
at least twice

when we weren't home.

It got to where he was having me
call him in sick from school.

It became an issue
with the athletic department,

because he couldn't practice
if he was sick.

Christina:
So, the school knew, too?

John didn't want us
to tell them.

Didn't want
to get her in trouble.

You're probably thinking
that I've been distracted

with Neil and everything.

And, obviously,
I have been.

But right now,
I wish I thought

that would've
made a difference.

That would actually
make me feel better.

'Cause this isn't just
about me being selfish.

The fact that she could

completely hide herself
from me like that.

And if I don't know her...

what do I know?

Maybe she'll talk to you.

Nic, I'm sorry
this is happening to you.

I'm so sorry.

[ Sniffles ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Men talking indistinctly ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Elevator whirrs ]

Hey! What the...?

Shh!

[ Elevator dings ]

[ Men talking indistinctly ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Door closes ]

D?

[ Thud ]

**

* Now, I could see the sun rise
and set on you *

* I've seen the sun rise
and set on you *

* It set on you

* You say you're
looking for something *

* To make you feel anew

* You don't believe in God,
hey, whiskey will do *

* You say you're
looking for something

* To make you feel anew

* You don't believe in God,
well, whiskey will do *

* Yeah, dead in the eyes

* Dead in the eyes

* Dead in the eyes

* He's dead in his eyes

* Yeah, I'm dead in the eyes

* Dead in the eyes