All language subtitles for Chance.S02E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

CHANCE:
Eldon Chance is a 53-year-old
forensic neuropsychiatrist.

Of late,
he is increasingly aware

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

CHANCE:
Mrs. Blackstone?

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.

Jackie is daring
and extroverted.

JACLYN: He'd kill me.
He said he would.

I could be putting us
both in danger.

We're a predatory species.

And next time we coincide
like this, that's on you.

I will not accept

this problem
cannot be solved.

This is D.
D, meet Dr. Chance.

You want to get down
with this cop,

you need to turn the tables
on him.

And how would I do that?

You might hire it done.

What you just did
was some kind of audition?

There are no victims.

Right now
Blackstone is the feeder,

you're the receiver.

You've got to
turn that around.

They've been
dating for five months?

I just never thought
I would find out like this.

We don't even know
for sure what this is.

It's this boy's parents
telling us

that our daughter
is a stalker.

I'm not having trouble.

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.

Hey, Doc.
Detective Hynes.

Detective Blackstone stalked and
harassed you and your friend,

and he beat you up.

Stay away from my wife!

JACLYN: Do you really
still not see

what dangerous ground
this is?

Or is that
what you like about it?

He's not omnipotent,
Jaclyn.

There are limits.

Not until he's dead.

You're my knight.

Third move
in the template.

A single, fatal blow
to the aortic arch --

(grunting)

(screams)

NICOLE: Dad?

Dad?

We're gonna fix
what's wrong with us.

The both of us.

That's what matters.

So now he's gone --
Blackstone.

You were there,
on the scene.

What are the odds?

A man who wanted me dead
now is dead because of me.

I can't take that lightly.

So, what happens now?

Welcome
to the neighborhood.

**

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(streetcar bell dings)

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(indistinct conversations)

**

-Morning.
-Morning.

-Good morning.
-Hey.

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

**

Roses have thorns.

I don't know if lilies do.

Well, that's
how they're different.

Can you tell me
how they're alike?

(bell jingles)

**

Same color.

(streetcar bell dings)

Dog and a cat.

They have tails.

They go fast.

Imagine that you are
a thousand miles from home

and you only got
one dollar in your pocket.

What would you do?

Where?
Doesn't matter.

I might know someone who lives
in that place, though.

Imagine, for the purposes
of this question,

that you don't.

I would ask somebody.

What would you ask?

What to do.

**

What I want you to do now

is to draw
the face of a clock, okay?

Make it big enough

so that the numbers fit
all the way around.

And set the hands
to 20 past 12:00.

JIAO: Uh, past 12:00?

Yeah.

**

Good.

Now say after me,
"Let sleeping dogs lie."

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Can you repeat
the three words

that I asked you to remember
at the beginning?

Flower.

Mountain.

Honesty.

Hey.
You Matty Willis?

Yeah.

I know you?

Not at all.

**

(door opens)

**

Patient answered "true"
to all these statements

with the highest number
of true statements

in the areas
of self-destructive potential

and emotional dyscontrol.

Here to have a talk.

**

What about?

Things you've done.

Things?

What things?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the one
who can take the sun.

(scuffling)

(grunting)

**

(knock on door)

CHANCE:
Hey. Clara.

Hey.

Is -- Is
our appointment today,

or is it Friday?
Friday.

They just -- They said
you had a minute now, so...

Indeed I do.

(door closes)
Take a seat.

Oh, sorry.
(chuckles)

That's all right.

(clears throat)

There you go.

(sighs)

So, a detective
from my case

called me about
Matty Willis.

She said
somebody attacked him.

Right.

Did she say
what happened?

Uh, they were mugging him
or something.

Stabbed him
in the shoulder so bad,

he won't be able to use
his right arm anymore.

It'll just hang there.

Severed the nerve,
she said.

Attacked?

Does that mean that
they haven't caught the guy?

Maybe it wasn't
a guy, even.

Maybe it was just some other
woman he raped before me.

(sighs)

When they hung up,

I just...went to sleep.

For hours.

For the first time
in however long,

I wasn't laying there

trying to hear him
coming in my window.

One damn arm --

I guess he won't be coming in
any more windows now.

Guess he won't.

Is it bad
that I feel good?

I mean...

You know,
is that -- is that wrong?

My concern is your therapy.
Your healing.

Maybe now you'll be able
to get the benefits of both.

**

**

(siren wailing in distance)

(vehicle beeping)

(hydraulics hiss)

(dog barks in distance)

CARL: I am quite capable
of handling my own affairs.

You capable
of doing time?

'Cause that's what
this looks like.

(sighs)

Eldon.

Carl.

You need money,
talk to me,

'cause there's ways
of getting money.

Would those
include work?

We're a week behind
with that consignment piece.

I'm sure you gentlemen
have things to discuss.

(footsteps depart)

What was that about?

Good question.

(door closes)
Museum-grade
Mayan shit.

Not hot.
I'll wear it.

Doesn't sound
like Carl.

It isn't.

Something going on
he's not talking about.

I'll find out.

I was thinking
the next asshole up

should be
that gay-basher.

The one who kept saying
he was gonna

come to the clinic
with a gun.

Pardell?
Par-Par-Pardee?

CHANCE: Pardo.
Wade Pardo.

He did show up.

And he ran away
when the cops came.

I don't know
where he is now.

He quit his job
and dropped out of sight.

Luckily for him.

What's up with you?

We need to talk about
Matty Willis.

Catastrophic blood loss.

Permanent disablement
of the arm.

The man pulled a gun.

Fastest way
to neutralize the threat

was disrupt
the brachial plexus.

I wanted him to bleed out,
he would have bled out.

Yeah.
I don't doubt it.

This is the exact,
same conversation

we had about
Rogelio Ortiz.

Ortiz had a fish bat.
Not a gun.

I'm trying
to help my patients

by removing whatever source
of ongoing trauma

is preventing them
from experiencing

the benefits of therapy.

And I know that
there are diverse means

of getting to that end.

I've also heard you tell a tale
about threatening people

without actually
crippling them for life.

In fact,
I've seen you do it.

Yeah, well,
that's not this.

This is me trying to threaten
people like you want,

and everybody keeps pulling out
guns and fucking fish bats.

Besides,
you don't think

this Matty Willis
deserved what he got?

Matty Willis is a violent
home-intrusion rapist with --

we -- we don't even know
how many victims

'cause, statistically,
they probably don't even report.

He walks this world
sowing misery and destruction.

Of course
he fucking deserved it.

But -- But if I have to treat
someone like Matty Willis

as a victim of violent crime,
you know,

we're not really going about
this the right way.

It's the nature
of the beast, Doc.

The first guy you picked,
Spiegler?

Spangler.

-The drug dealer.
-Yeah.

-Put his mom in the ICU.
-Yeah.

I told you from the start

that is not the type of guy
who's gonna be persuaded.

Well, here's the problem.

I feel like a...

I don't know,
like a drone pilot

in some desert bunker

deploying terror
from thousands of miles away.

Cool.

No, that's not cool!
That's exac--

(sighs)

I need to be there
on the ground with you...

exercising
my own judgment.

'Cause, frankly,
I'm not sure I trust yours.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Sounds good.

Okay.

(wailing continues)

Say someone sees you
while you're doing that --

enough to describe you.

How long do you think
it's gonna take the cops,

even using
a quarter of their ass,

to figure out
you and your job

are the common denominator
between these guys?

Your patients
are off their meds.

They're sleeping
through the night.

They're looking you
in the eye, right?

That's how this sausage
gets made, Doc.

Brachial plexuses.

Pardon me -- plexi.

Sooner you accept that,
the better off we'll be.

LUCY:
But before Dr. Chance,

I worked in
the Stanford admissions office,

and that was like
a 50-person staff.

So you definitely can organize
multiple schedules, then.

Yep.

How old's
your daughter now?

11 months.

And your parents
are helping out with her?

Yeah.

That's great.

Is that great?
For her.

They basically had me
where they wanted me.

I couldn't afford
to pay rent anymore,

but they wouldn't
let us move in

until I dropped out
of my psychology grad program.

For real?
Why?

My parents are
old-school Koreans

who think that mental health
is a Western construct.

I think
they'd honestly prefer it

if I was, like, a shaman.

So what would they think
if you came to work here?

Oh, they'd love it...

because I would tell them

I'm assistant managing
a-a sneaker store.

For him.
He owns a franchise.

It's always been
a dream of mine.

Shall we give her
the tour?

CHANCE: Sure.
I'm gonna leave this.

Yeah. I'm gonna go tell Lydia
what we're doing.

All right.

(indistinct conversations)

So, how's the, uh...?

Baby?
Yeah, good.
Mm-hmm.

Um, she's nice --
boss lady.

Dr. Clayton?
Yeah, she's very nice.

If you weren't already
hitting that,

I'd tell you to.

I am not "hitting" anyone.

Okay.

No, seriously.
I'm not.

-Gotcha.
-We ready to go?

-Sure.
-Yep.

KIRSTEN: We're a level-one
trauma center now,

open to all
San Francisco residents

who have been who have been
a victim of violent crimes

in the last three years.

We have three psychologists,
including me,

three psychiatrists,

and one -- excuse me --

and one
neuropsychiatrist.

Be me.

Plus med students,
peer counselors...

(cellphone dings)
...nurse practitioners.

I'm so sorry.
(cellphone beeps)

(sighs)
Intern orientation.

And we have interns,
too.

Uh, that's okay.
It's great to meet you.
You, too.

And, seriously,
I hope you take the job.

Because
you'd be terrific.

And we need
deep background on Eldon.

I'm not.

Deep background?

I...

CHANCE: So --
So, what about the job?

Oh, I don't know.

You don't know?

Uh, well, if getting you

out of your mother's house
for 40 hours a week

and eventually
back into Stanford

isn't enough incentive,

I don't know what else
we can offer, so...

Oh, God.

You really think you have me
with that, don't you?

Do I?

Yes.

Welcome aboard.

I guess I thought this
was gonna be something else.

I don't know.

Victims of Violent Crime
Unit --

I'm not a victim
of violent crime.

The referral originated,

uh, with Susan Lipton
at the U.S. Attorney's Office.

She thought it would be helpful
if you talked to someone.

She could have
done her job.

That would have helped.

And she could have won

your father's case
against Dawson Pitt.

No, not just Dad's --
the whole thing,

the umbrella case
of like 50 of the victims.

But, yeah, sure.

If she'd gotten Pitt to give
people their money back.

But she didn't.

Hmm.

So how long was it
after that

that your father
killed himself?

(thud echoes)

(indistinct conversations)

49 days.

And you were
the one who found him.

Uh...

I...

(inhales deeply)

I needed
to use the bathroom.

I-I thought
the door was stuck.

**

(thud echoes)

Well, a shock like that --

That's -- That's
its own kind of violence.

It's every bit as debilitating
as physical trauma,

and the effects last as long,
if not longer.

(breathes shakily)

The numbness
and the distress,

the pain,
the fear, the rage.

That's what
this is about?

(exhales sharply)

According to Ms. Lipton,

you said that you wanted
to kill Dawson Pitt --

You said it
more than once.

I didn't mean it.

(sighs)

I'm sure you didn't.

It -- It didn't
mean anything.

But it did.

**

(car horns honking)

No, I-I --
You were
fucking texting?

No,
I wasn't texting.

I was minding --
I just turned the corner.

I don't know,
you just came out of nowhere.

I came out of nowhere?

I was parked.
You ran into me.
Hey.

I was waiting, like, forever
for the bus. Sorry.

Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Yeah?

Do we have
to get tickets still?

What am I looking at?
I don't even...
That!

I don't --
Okay, fine.

No, it's, uh --
It's a preview.

We can just walk in.
Okay.

SMALLER MAN: Do I look like
I have that kind of time?

NICOLE: I think
it's there -- 2408.

BEEFY GUY:
Look, I know a guy

who can pop that dent
for a buck fifty.

$150 for that?!

I just tapped you!
That's ridiculous!

Right.
And left a dent.

No! No!
It --

His bumper's
too low.

The dent
in your bumper's

too high for him
to make contact.

He didn't do it.

Dad.

Who are you,
Joe fucking Allstate?

He dinged my truck,
and now he's making it right.

Why don't you mind
your own fucking business?

He didn't do it.

So now I'm a liar?

"Now"?

I don't think
this is your first time.

Every instinct I have

says to grind you
into a fucking pulp.

No,
that's not instinct.

Instinct is behavior
based on prior experience.

I think you've had
plenty of experience,

through
an abusive father

or maybe you weren't
listened to or valued,

so you compensate for
that lack of value in private

by acting out in public

and taking it out
on guys like that.

Or,
here's another theory.

There's plenty
of evidence for it.

You're just
a fucking prick.

Dad!

**

You're gonna be lucky
if you live long enough

to dance with her
at her wedding, you fuck.

Dad,
what are you doing?!
What the fuck
are you looking at?

Get in your car!
Stop.

**

**

(door creaks lightly)

(indistinct conversations)

Thank you.

WOMAN: It's different.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.
-Hmm.

It's, um...

(both conversing
indistinctly)

Well, now, that is something
I could look at every day.

What do you think?

Yeah, I'm gonna need
more information than that.

It's 8 grand.
You don't have 8 grand.

It's an investment.

I'll leave it to you
when I die.

Do you have something
you want to say to me?

You're gonna die
pretty soon

if you don't
stop picking fights

with random assholes

like that dummy
with the truck.

I just wanted him
to shut up.

Don't you feel like that
sometimes?

Pepper's mom said this thing
to her the other day.

Oh, really?

Does it got
anything to do

with why she named
her daughter Emily

and yet calls her
"Pepper"?

'Cause I really
don't get that.
It's a nickname.

She said, if Pepper was
thinking about doing something,

she should try to imagine
the worst possible outcome.

And if she could live with it,
then she should go ahead.

But if she couldn't imagine it,
or live with it --

Yeah, but she's talking about
drugs, probably, or drinking.

What if that guy
had gotten a tire iron?

Is it cool for me to act
like that, or only you?

Why?

Are you thinking
of doing something

that has an outcome
you can't live with?

Again?

I'm sorry.

I...

You should buy it.

You think so?

Yes.

**

Here you go.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

So, I left you alone
with the deck.

(chuckles)

Don't be afraid.

Ah, you got
one too many cards.

-What?!
-Don't.

How is that --
You just randomly take...

I randomly took
from mine, too.

Unbelievable.

Whew.

This hand is a house
full of strangers.

You are so hostile.

I love how you think I can
control the cards you get.

But I am glad
they suck.

Oh, I am
well acquainted

with the limits
of what you can do.

Hmm.
I don't want
the discard.

Me, neither.

(sighs)

(siren wails in distance)

Like all good men
aspire to do,

I've given you
what you want.

Not on purpose.

My decency and generosity
know no bounds.

I just can't help
but do right.

My God, you're like
a fucking sea gull.

Swooping in to eat abandoned
hot dogs on the beach.

(breathes deeply)

I found this
in the bathroom.

Would you rather
play chess instead?

No, I-I don't play chess
anymore.

I used to.
I don't.

Well,
that's a shame.

I kind of like chess.

Gin!
Really?

Uh-huh.
You're a hell beast.

Mmm.

This is horrible.

It seems like maybe you're
gonna need a minute, so...

Yeah, yeah.

I am going
to grab a shower.

All right.

**

**

(water running)

D:
Pinto, eyes up.

Gather round.

The key word is stealth.

We're not looking to wrestle.

We're looking
to be fucking invisible.

First,
I need a leveraging move.

Here's one -- Forearms
to your target's back.

Both hands shoot
over his traps,

catch the chin,
and snap the head back.
(gasps)

Now you shoot the arm,
lock up the choke.

Grab my arm.

That's the instinctual move
right there,

which is good for me --
Why?

He's not going
for a weapon.
Right on.

I can feel his hands,
I'm good to go.

Lock in the choke.

Can't be broken
without a weapon.

Drop your hands.

I can't feel his hands,
I need to deal with that.

(grunts)

All right.
Pair up.

Let's run through it.
Time your chokes.

4 to 5 seconds,
he's out for 20.

Hold it for 20,
he's out for 40.

Hold it for 40,
he's dead.
(men gasping, grunting)

MAN: All right,
do it again.

I want to see
two beats --

leverage move, choke,
then lights out.

5 seconds tops, unless you
really don't like the guy.

(sighs)

Sorry, Mac.

Snap the head,
shoot the arm.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I've been choked out
before, Doc.

I'm sure you have.
I just --

Why don't you do it
to me?

You don't want to go?
No, it's okay.

You're not crushing
the guy's windpipe,
for Christ's sake.

It's about
blood flow.

It's about
oxygen deprivation.

Starvation.
Death of cells.

Actually,
it's about vasodilation

and dropping
the blood pressure.

(grunting)

Say good night, Doc.

(gasping)

* I always thank Heaven
(grill sizzling)

* For sending me you

**

* When Heaven made you,
darling... *

Jesus.

His blood pressure's
actually fine.

Bizarrely fine.

Table salt
plays a critical role

in helping your digestive system
absorb nutrients.

"Nutrients."
It's not kale, you know?

Also, it's essential

for maintaining
normal fluid levels in cells,

contracting muscles,
sending nerve impulses.

I bet your ankles are so swollen
you can't even see the bones.

I'm fairly sure,

whether I can see them or not,
they're there.

Just -- Just let him eat,
will you?

Listen to the man.

Unbelievable.

It's like you both have
death wishes or something.

What?

He's just constantly

getting into these things
with people these days.

Like, I come to meet him
on Clement Street,

and he's in some big
truck-driving guy's face

over parking
or whatever.

And last week,
we were on BART --

Oh, come on,
that's just a bunch of kids.

They were --
Scary
gang-banging kids.

They were not.

Bluetooth speaker
blasting.

He goes over
and just turns it off.

You touched their shit?
Yes, I touched their --

What did they do?
Just stared at him.

I think they were
too shocked to react.

And then this other time,
we're in the supermarket,

and Dad sees this guy grab
his son by the arm, so --

(cellphone chiming)
Well...

(sighs)
Mom.

Just take it.

**

The fuck are you up to,
brother?

What do you mean?

**

You always
say yourself that...

bullies are
usually cowards.

Is why
you're going around

randomly trying to get shit
to jump off with them?

She's just blowing stuff
out of proportion.

She sounded
pretty proportional to me.

Is this something you're doing
for the good of your patients,

or is it something
completely fucking different?

I don't know.

I'm just...being present.

Being in the world.

Yeah, well, the next time
you're doing that,

I think I'd better be there
to exercise my own judgment,

'cause I don't think
I trust yours.

In fact, if this is what
you're getting up to, Doc,

then it should be in service
of the mission.

Of your patients.

You're putting yourself
out there like that --

come with me.

Do it for them.

Otherwise,
cut the shit.

You can even
call the ball.

We can persuade
and threaten

and not create a victim

out of whoever you want.

How's that?

Good.

Okay.

(Chancha Via Circuito's
"Coplita" plays)

(indistinct conversations)

**

**

**

* Blanca me parió mi madre

* De vicio me has
de aborrecer *

**

* Blanca como el algodón

* Andando juntos,
juntitos hemos de amanecer *

MAN: So this is the best
you got?

This is everything --
your best?

Absolutely.
Yep. You're gonna like it.

All right,
let's see.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

No way!
That's impossible!

You can do --
No way you can do that!

How?!

Hi.

(chuckles)

Dawson Pitt?

Yeah.
We know each other?

Not just yet.

But I was hoping
we could talk.

About...?

Outside
would be better.

Where we can
actually hear.

It's important.

I got a tip for you.

You're gonna want
to hear this.

Trust me.

**

(door creaks)

(wind blowing)

Here?

It's a little weird.

It's very, uh,
cloak-and-dagger, dude.

But, uh...

whatever.

Lay it on me.
What do you got?

James Swanson.

I don't --

He's a former client
of yours.

Shot himself after you took
all his money.

His son wants
the money back,

and you're gonna
give it to him.

Oh, really?

Come on, Dawson.

You don't even
think about it?

You ever think about
the damage you've done,

the pain you've caused?

There's not
some little part of you

that wants
to make it right?

I don't know who you are
or what you really want,

but that case was
litigated and blocked.

And even
if it hadn't been?

Fuck the fuck off!

Listen to me.

Alex Swanson has got friends
you do not want to meet.

Trust me.
Yeah?

Tell Alex if any more
of his friends try to see me,

I will sue his broke,
fatherless ass for harassment.

Now get your hands
off me!

Don't you
fucking touch me!

You are not
fucking listening to me!

Listen!
Get the fuck off of me,
motherfucker!

No!

(scuffling)

(grunting)

Fucking -- Fucking
shit!

(bones crack)
(screams)

(grunting)

(sighs)

**

(sighs)

(car horns honking)

(man speaking indistinctly
in distance)

**

(horn honks in distance)

MAN: (in distance)
Let's go.

I wouldn't say
that went well.

Yeah.

I...

(scoffs)

I don't know
what happened.

I do.

I used to work with guys,

back when I was
collecting money --

Some of 'em,
when it went too easy,

there wasn't a fight,

they used to be dangerous
to be around.

They needed
that adrenaline dump.

You could see it
in their faces.

(man speaking indistinctly
in distance)

What are you saying?

I'm saying I know you want to be
on the ground for this shit.

But to be on the ground,
you got to be in control.

And you're not.

**

So I'm sending you
back to the bunker, Doc.

Busting you back
to drone pilot.

'Cause you talk about

not wanting to create
any new victims,

but you sure seemed
to like doing it.

**

**

(indistinct conversations)

CHANCE:
Just making a plan...

for if there ever
comes a moment

where you feel like
you could leave.

Or if you feel like
you have to.

Just so you know exactly where
you'd be going if you left.

All right?

We don't -- We don't
have to do anything.

We're just --
We're just talking.

Okay.

You don't have to do anything,
but you'll know you could.

All right?

Okay.

So where do you think
you might go?

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

My sister, maybe.

Although I feel like...

(pen clicks)

...if he asked her where I was,
she would tell him.

She says she doesn't,
but she likes him.

All right.

Not your sister.

Um, is there
anywhere else?

My last birthday,
we had a cake at work.

And after, my boss said,

if I ever needed anything,

she would help me,
no matter what.

Just, like,
out of nowhere.

So maybe her.

I could ask.

Good.

Now, before we go,

if we have to call you
for any reason,

are we still
the gynecologist?

Yeah, uh,

but Dr. Simms left,

so they moved me over
to Dr. Diamond.

Diamond.
All right.

You must get tired, huh?

What?

How do you mean?

Talking about this
so much,

but then
nothing happens.

Nothing changes.

You know,
when we first started,

you wouldn't talk
about any of this.

You couldn't.

Now, with every week
that's gone by,

I've seen
a change in you.

You got off
the Lexapro,

and you're holding yourself
straighter.

You're valuing
yourself.

You'll -- You'll do this
when you're ready.

(breathes sharply)

What if I...?

What if I don't,
though?

Then you won't.

But you will.

Yeah.

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct shouting)

(keys rattle)

Hey.

Jesus.

Sorry.
Didn't mean to scare you.

I just had
to take a load off.

What are
you doing here?

Long time no see,
Doc.

We need to talk.

**

Here you go.

Confusion
to our enemies.

Ahh.

(grunts)

You mind?

No.

So, what is this?

You ever have one of those cases
that keep you awake at night

and make you wonder
if you can fix things,

or what's the fucking point
of anything?

I'm sure you've had one
of those, right, Doc?

Well,
this one's mine.

I had an informant
from an Ohio -- Travis.

He's a good kid.

He liked jewelry
and drugs.

And one night, he was breaking
into a high-end car

down on Toland Street,

and just before
he got the trunk open,

someone shot him
in the head.

He didn't die, though.
You believe it?

Small caliber,
oblique angle --

skated around his skull

until it landed
behind his eye socket.

So, eventually, he was able
to give me a make of the car

and a partial
plate number.

The fact that
it was even there

was interesting
in light of the fact

that I was called
to this scene

the next day,

a block away.

It'd be stupid to think
they weren't related.

(horn honks in distance)

A block away,
same night.

Woman found
with her throat cut,

kid shot in the head
breaking into a car

that shouldn't even
have been there.

It registered
to a Ryan Winter.

Now, you don't seem like you're
too up on the tech world,

but the man's made
a ton of money in it.

He's given away enough
to earn a halo.

Read an article once

that he said he wants to die
with his pockets empty.

People think
he's charming.

Well, people think all
rich people are charming.

But I've looked into him
more than most,

and I've never once
seen him smile.

(indistinct conversations
in distance)

What about this --
this informant -- Travis?

You had
what he told you --

Wasn't that
circumstantial evidence?

Could've been.

But, um, once Travis
left the hospital,

he disappeared.

Everybody said
he went back to Ohio,

but I didn't
believe that.

But I couldn't find him,
anyway,

and without him,
I don't have probable cause.

Without him,
I don't have shit.

Okay.

So what's this got
to do with me?

Well, you get in people's heads
for a living, right, Doc?

I've tried
everything I could do.

So I'm gonna
need you to get

into Ryan Winter's head
for me.

So...

(papers thump lightly)

...take a look
at all this.

And when you're done...

...we'll get started.

What happens
if I say no?

What happens?

You think you know things.

And you do.

You know that
Blackstone threatened me.

You know
that he beat me.

That I got scared,
came to you for help.

You know that I saw his wife --
more than just once.

But there's not
one thing you know

that can prove that my story
about how I fell isn't true.

Well, you being unaware
of recent developments --

I can see
why you'd say that.

You remember the car crash
down at the beach that night?

Couple of Romanians
in a Mercedes?

Well, I forgot about them, too,
until the Sacramento PD

picked them up
on an old gun warrant.

And remembering them
made me remember you.

Now, they're a couple of
hard cases. Not big talkers.

But what do
you think they'd say

if I went down there
and told them

I could get them some traction
if they were to tell me

why they were really
at the beach that night.

You think they'd tell me
stuff I already know?

Or, maybe, do you think
they'd tell me

if they seen who really
killed Blackstone?

Or they're gonna tell me
that your story's true?

You know, there's something
different about you, Doc,

from the guy
I met last year,

something
in your -- your eyes.

Or maybe that guy
was the put-on,

and this
is the real you.

But...

(sighs)

...I guess
it doesn't matter

'cause we're in this
together now.

Whoever you are.

**

(door closes)

(papers rustling)

**

D: So somebody
killed somebody.

Fucking awesome.

How is it my problem?

Because this
fucking cop Hynes says so?

Well, uh, yeah,
that's a place to start.

He's a cop.

So was Blackstone.

I haven't met
one worth two shits.

You do this -- We do this --
What then?

We're done?

He's got us by the balls
is what.

You want to be
this fucking guy's lackey?

That is not happening.

Set a meet.
I'll stab him in the eye.

Now, how did I know that
that was gonna be your fix?

For all we know,
this guy Hynes,

he's more like us
than he's like Blackstone.

Could be tired,

he's frustrated,
he's hamstrung,

he's tired of all the bullshit
he's got to go through

to do the right thing.

And this Winter guy --
He's for real.

He's worse than
any of the predators

we've had
to deal with.

He's worth directing
our energies towards.

Any cop that would resort
to blackmail's

got something to hide.

And I want
to know what.

He's got a hammer over us?
I want one over him.

I want a hammer to hold over
this fucker's fucking head

for thinking
he fucking owns us.

Yeah,
but he does own me, D.

That's the truth of it.

He puts the San Francisco Police
on me,

I'm not gonna make it.

If it's between
holding out or prison,

eventually,
I'm gonna tell them --

tell them whatever
they want to know.

About what I did.
About Carl.

About you.

I can't
leave my daughter.

I won't.

We do have a choice.

You sit tight.
I check out Hynes.

Go home.

Take a shower.
Cool your blood.

(computer beeps)

(computer beeps)
HYNES: Oh, okay.

TRAVIS: He saw me.

You can't touch that.

(breathing heavily)

I didn't see anything.

Sure. That's okay.

He saw me.

It's okay.
Nobody's gonna --

What if he knows
I didn't die?

You're safe now.
Get some rest.

HYNES: I did a search by method
and functional characteristics.

I found three more women --

one in Hayward, one in Oakland,
one in San Jose.

All in the same
10-year age range.

All with their throats cut.

And I can place Ryan Winter

in the vicinity of all three
of these murders.

**

**

**

(LCD Soundsystem's "Movement"
plays)

(speaking indistinctly)

**

(groaning)

**

**

* It's like a movement from the
small place to a bigger city *

* Or it's a bigger bag to strap
the ego of a little baby *

* It's like a discipline
without the discipline *

* Of all of the discipline

* It's like a culture

* Without the effort
of all of the culture *

* Oh, but I'm tapped

* You're pillaging,
and I'm tapped *

* You're yesterday,
and I'm tapped *

* You're fast and easy,
and I'm tapped *

* You're pillaging,
and I'm tapped *

* For best results,
well, I'm tapped *

* Here comes the report

* Nothing to report, see,
it's all the same *

* It seems the punk rock
as an experiment *

* Well, it pulled up lame

* You got the fat guy in the
T-shirt doing all the singing *

* Straight to the drunk tank

* Doing all the research
and doing all the blame *

* You're history,
and I'm tapped *

* You're fast asleep,
and I'm tapped *

* You're pillaging,
and I'm tapped *

* For best results,
well, I'm tapped *

**

(ringing)

DISPATCHER: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

Someone's hurt.

Uh -- Uh, I don't know.
Mugging, or -- Yeah.

There's, uh --
There's blood.

I think he hit his head
on the pavement.

Can you hurry, please?

* It's like the culture

* Without the effort
or all of the luggage *

* It's like a discipline

* Without the discipline
of all of the discipline *

* It's like a movement

* Without the bother
of all of the meaning *

* It's like a culture

* Without the culture
of all of the culture *

* You're history,
and I'm tapped *

* You're fast and easy,
and I'm tapped *

* You're pillaging,
and I'm tapped *

* And you're finicky,
and I'm tapped *

**

**

**

* Here's a change

**

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