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Previously on Chance...

So, it sounds pretty fun.

Friday night?

I don't know if it's gonna work.

PEPPER: People have been talking.

Something they heard about that happened at your old school?

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

This one's mine.

Ryan Winter.

D: Fucking Hynes is obsessed.

Whole timeline on his wall about murder

and where this Winter was when.

CHANCE: You broke in to his place?

I'm gonna need you to get into Ryan Winter's head for me.

I have some pictures that I'd like to show you.

Tell me what you see.

Josefa, how's it going?

He caught me wearing makeup.

My husband, Ronny.

CHANCE: I'm looking for Josefa Pefaur.

I'm her psychiatrist.

We had an appointment. She didn't show.

Is she inside? Is she okay?

OFFICER: I need you to go back downstairs, sir,

right now.

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(streetcar bell dings)

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(sirens wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

(police radio chatter)

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WOMAN: No, I thought it was two.

(indistinct conversations continue)

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MAN: Her husband, Ronny.

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WOMAN: Was it a robbery?

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Hey. Hey. Are you Ronny?

Stay the fuck away from me.

I'm trying to help you.

What do you want? I'm Dr. Chance --

I don't know who the fuck that is, okay?

Look. I'm Josefa's therapist

at the Victims of Violent Crimes Unit.

You know what that is?

(sirens wailing) Don't run!

Ronny, don't run. They'll think you're guilty.

Just stay where you are.

I didn't do this, man!

I didn't do this, okay?! I --

She was my wife. I loved her!

I-I did stuff, okay?

I did stuff, but I ain't no fucking murderer, man.

I know. I know.

I know you didn't do it, Ronny.

But you just got to let me help you.

Where were you? Where you in the building?

Fuck. I'm so fucked, man.

OFFICER: Hey! Don't move.

CHANCE: You got to tell me quick.

We don't have a lot of time. Tell me where you were. OFFICER: Hey!

I'm so fucked. I'm so fucked.

Put your hands up. You the husband?

-Uh, yeah. -We're just talking, Officer.

-Who are you? -Josefa Pefaur's therapist.

Detectives need to speak to you, Ronny. Come on, now. Let's go.

RONNY: What, I-I'm under arrest?

It's up to you. Y-You're being detained.

What? Hey!

What? I-I didn't do anything! What?

Detectives gonna want to speak to you, too.

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Did Mrs. Pefaur ever tell you

that her husband had threatened to kill her?

No.

"No, not in those words," or...

Just no. She -- Uh, in no words, no.

(telephone rings)

Did she ever say she was worried

her husband might kill her?

Does Ronny Pefaur have an alibi?

Is that a "no"?

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(sighs)

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Plenty more where this came from.

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Yeah, I know. I know what Josefa went through.

And I know "addressing the welfare of the patient"

means protecting confidentiality in perpetuity,

but right now,

a lady who everybody's saying was kind of an angel

is dead with her head almost cut off.

So here we are.

Ronny Pefaur's alibi is

he says he was playing cards

with some friends at a chop shop in Bayview.

You don't believe him?

You know what, Doc? I really don't.

But how 'bout you tell me why you seem to?

(siren wails)

I...

I have another patient

who was in group therapy with Mrs. Pefaur.

Now, recently, I gave him a projective psychological test

involving interpreting images.

When I saw Josefa's body,

it was posed --

it was posed exactly like one of the images.

I can get you a copy.

This patient --

if I run him, am I gonna find any violent priors --

assault, rape, abuse?

(sighs) No.

Okay.

Has he ever said he was going to kill Mrs. Pefaur?

No.

Has he ever said he was gonna kill a woman, kill anybody?

No, I -- No.

Okay.

What we're left with, then, is a feeling in your gut

that something kind of looks like something else.

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Put up against a guy on probation for battery

with a history of beating his wife,

whose neighbors called 911 on him for her

26 times in 3 years.

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You've got your gut, Doc, and I've got mine.

And here, mine's the one that matters.

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(siren wails)

(horn honks, construction equipment rattling in distance)

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HYNES: The truth is the job won't let me take

this sick, murdering fuck down the aboveboard way,

so I'm doing what needs to be done.

WINTER: I envy you. (sniffling)

At least you know who to be scared of.

-You must get tired. -You need my trust.

Talking about this so much...

And I want to give it to you. ...nothing changes.

HYNES: You don't know what you're doing.

(bus horn blares)

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(keys clack)

(indistinct chatter)

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(engine starts)

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What if it was this Ronny?

Why is that so crazy? The guy's a shit stain.

No, this was Winter, D.

If you'd seen the way he's zeroed in on Josefa --

Not because he was commiserating or sharing out of empathy.

Hard-ons aren't a gateway drug for murder.

We know Winter's a sick piece of shit.

Does Ronny really have an alibi?

Yes, actually, he does.

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You ever have one of those moments

where, suddenly, everything makes sense?

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Fuck me.

You know what would be interesting

is if we were compare this shit

to the coroner's report on Blackstone.

Depth of cuts, nature of wounds

as in what caused them --

single blade, double blade,

serrated edge, curved versus straight.

Hell, I'd say you pretty much have them all covered here.

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And here, I thought I'd found a pal.

I saw a soul in distress.

You had my sympathies,

and you still do.

Save it, Pops.

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You know, I remember what was bugging me at the bar now.

You're that natty, older gentleman

who crashed his car

into some Romanians out at the beach.

Manny, Moe, and Jack.

So, what's that make you? A dirty, blackmailing cop.

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Josefa Pefaur.

What the hell does that mean?

She was a patient of mine at the clinic.

She was murdered in her apartment.

I was at the crime scene.

I got a glimpse of the body.

It was posed to mimic a drawing that I had shown Winter.

He reacted to something in her story,

and then the drawing provoked

something he couldn't articulate.

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So, what now?

How about now, Winter goes away?

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning somebody stabs him in the fucking eye.

He goes away when I say he goes away,

in the court of law where I can see it.

Now, if you've got a problem with that, say so right now.

He doesn't. Neither do I.

Well, fantastic.

So, where do we start?

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(horn honks in distance)

Well, first thing is that I have to keep Winter

out of the clinic.

Your problem is that the cops decided to hang this

on Josefa's husband, Ronny.

He has an alibi,

but no one seems that inclined to believe it.

Well, did he tell you what it was?

I believe it.

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Well, I have Legal Aid lawyer who actually owes me a favor,

and he'll actually be jazzed

to have a client who didn't do it.

I'll call him tomorrow because tonight,

we're gonna go corroborate the husband's alibi.

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And if you're riding along, big fella,

know this... (coin clinks)

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You ever break into my apartment again,

I'll stab you in the fucking eye.

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(footsteps)

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Hey, Nicole! Nicole!

Hey. Didn't you hear me calling you?

Guess not.

I feel really bad about what happened with Jason.

It's not about him.

Well, still, whatever.

He didn't have to be such a dick about it.

My advice? Just move on.

Forget about it. Seriously.

Just like it never even happened.

How can I?

It followed me here, and it's all over the Internet.

I can't believe I have to live with this forever.

And, you know, what pisses me off more than anything

is that all anyone cares about is John's side of the story.

Nobody even asks me for mine.

I'm not a psycho.

Look. I get it.

We have all done dumb shit over guys before.

(chuckles)

So your shit just got a little bit dumber.

Who cares? Trust me.

In two days, everybody will be on

to somebody else's dumb shit, okay?

Okay.

Hey. Uh.

Let's go get some pizza.

(indistinct conversations)

Come on.

Okay. (chuckles)

(conversations continue)

(A Tribe Called Red's "Electric Pow Wow" plays)

(chanting)

(music continues on radio)

What is this shit?

What?

What is this shit?!

It's his music.

(chanting continues)

(button clicks, music stops)

What the fuck are you doing?

Look, I'm not gonna sit here and listen

to "The Best of Cries from Hell."

What the fuck?

Look, Doc, I don't know if you need Sitting Bull here

to tag along, but I don't.

Keep talking, asshole.

You're about five seconds away

from the most humiliating moment of your life.

Listen to me, you big fuck.

I got no problem pulling the car over right now

and putting a bullet in your fucking head.

Fantastic.

There's a dump site a quarter of a mile up on the right.

You can do it there.

That way, I can bury your body after I --

Jesus Christ!

(tires screech)

Get the fuck out of this car.

Let's go.

Guns on the hood.

(horn honks in distance)

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(clanking)

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Will you two just fucking knock it off?!

Listen.

I'm here because you need me.

He's here because I need him.

Now, let's all just take a deep fucking breath

and go do what we came to do.

This ain't over.

I mean, how the fuck

you're not doing life without parole is beyond me.

Come on. Let's go.

(footsteps)

(car door opens)

How do you lead this fuck-nut to my place?

I know. I'm sorry.

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You put it all in jeopardy, everything we've done.

Just remember that when shit goes south.

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(Latin hip-hop music plays)

(man singing in Spanish)

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(valve squeaks)

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(speaking Spanish) (music stops)

Look, nobody's gonna get in trouble.

All's I need you to say

is that you were here two nights ago with Ronny, that's all.

Let's just say he's gonna be gone quite a while.

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(bones crack) Aah!

(indistinct shouting)

(clattering) (man groans)

Aah!

Don't move. Don't move!

(metal clatters)

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Fuck.

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(sighs)

(car alarm wailing in distance)

You know, you move good for a big guy.

Fast, actually.

Thanks.

(keys clack)

(wailing continues)

Oh, now, what is this?

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I'm Oscar.

Ronny's my boy.

Plus, he owes me 1,200 bucks.

That fucker goes to jail, I won't get my money,

so, yeah, I'll help him.

What do you need me to do?

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(indistinct conversations in distance)

WINTER: Is it me, or is this place

a little more...

somber today than usual?

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(telephone ringing in distance)

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One of our patients was murdered night before last.

(breathes deeply)

We're all just, you know, processing the news.

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Who was it? Was it someone I've met?

Josefa Pefaur.

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Josefa Pefaur...

(gasps) Oh, the Brillo-pad woman?

Uh-huh.

I am so sorry to hear that.

She seemed nice.

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As I recall, you two talked quite extensively.

Yeah.

Misery loves company.

That's an interesting way to sum up a life.

Oh, I-I wasn't trying to be glib.

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You seem more relaxed than when we last spoke.

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Must be the massage I got last night.

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In any case, group is canceled today

in light of Josefa's death.

You want to take a walk, you and me?

You -- Uh, did you say group was canceled?

Uh-huh. Okay.

Nobody mentioned anything about that.

Well, I'm mentioning it now.

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(inhales deeply)

Okay, sure.

Do you want to wait for me in the lobby?

I just got to make a quick call.

Yes. Take your time.

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(cellphone buzzes)

Yeah?

CHANCE: Winter is here in my office,

cool as a fucking cucumber.

No shit.

Why wouldn't he be, he's the psycho you say?

But there's something I noticed --

change rattles him.

It's pretty common in obsessive-compulsives,

but it might be something we can use --

some way of disrupting his routine,

getting under his skin. Gaslight the fucker.

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If I keep him here, can you get into his house?

Already out the door, Doc.

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(birds chirping)

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CHANCE: When you were first admitted

to the hospital,

I ordered a PET scan.

Allows us to look at the glucose uptake

or metabolism in the different areas of the brain.

You see that area there?

It's the cingulate gyrus, part of the limbic system.

WINTER: What about it?

Well, it's pretty interesting.

Hypermetabolism in the front part of the cingulate

correlates to obsessional thinking.

Hypometabolism, low glucose uptake,

suggests a lack of empathy.

We're basically talking about the way

that ideas and emotions link up.

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And this is related to decision-making?

Yeah.

Impulse control.

Impulse control. Okay.

So, what does this show, exactly?

Well, it suggests, maybe,

a certain lack of empathy

combined with a need to take control.

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An ability to take risks, do dangerous things

while remaining emotionally detached.

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Kind of sangfroid with attention to detail.

And this is a result of my attack?

No. This is the brain you were born with. Hold on.

It sounds like you're describing a psychopath.

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All this does is it just shows a proclivity

for certain kinds of behavior.

(scoffs) It's just science.

All the events and experiences we have,

they also shape who and what we become.

It's not just nature.

You also need some...

destructive nurturing to become a psychopath.

So...it's not my fault. (sighs)

I mean, it's not my fault if I was born this way.

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What's not your fault?

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My glibness.

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I'd say that's possible.

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Can I ask you something?

Um, I'm a open book, apparently.

(chuckles)

Are there things you've done,

things -- things that you don't understand,

things that make you go, "Why?

Where did that come from?"

(horn honks)

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Bad things, you mean?

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Not necessarily.

Our moral decisions

are essentially emotional decisions.

It's just rooted in our ability to --

to know what another person is feeling.

That part of your brain is compromised --

Listen, I-I, um --

I'm not pulling the wings off of flies,

if that's what you're asking.

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Of course not.

(gate whirs)

(birds chirping)

(door closes)

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(birds chirping)

(lid pops)

(indistinct chatter)

(door closes)

KIRSTEN: Dr. Chance got Josefa to where she no longer n--

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-Oh, there he is. -Mm.

Eldon Chance, this is...

Hi, Frank Lambert, Assistant District Attorney.

This is Barry Gilyard.

He's our chief investigator.

I've been telling them

about the outstanding progress you were making with Josefa.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's, uh -- it's very sad.

She was really starting to take control of her life.

Well, I'm sorry that we can't be meeting

under better circumstances, but the good news is

we just charged Ronaldo Pefaur with the murder of his wife,

so I'll be prosecuting that case personally.

And I promise you, we'll pull out all the stops.

So, Ronny's alibi didn't check out?

They rarely do.

The reason that we -- we wanted to talk to you

was to see if you could give us any information

about Josefa's relationship,

uh, from a doctor-patient perspective.

Well, obviously, we know that he was a serial abuser, so...

Ronny Pefaur had a history of assault.

He's got multiple arrests, some prison time,

but Josefa never said he used a weapon against her.

Why would he suddenly attack her with a knife?

Well, sometimes a perpetrator,

when they feel they're not making enough of an impression,

they take it to the next level.

A foot-and-fist guy goes and gets a knife.

A knife guy might go and get a gun.

We call it "conflict escalation."

So do we.

GILYARD: This happens all the time,

just like the accused

trying to finger somebody else.

But this guy's hitting on all the dirtbag landmarks. Yeah.

Ronny's tried to put this on someone else? Who?

He's floating a story about being on a bus

and seeing his wife walking with some white guy,

but by the time he got off of the bus,

they were gone, of course.

So you don't believe him?

No, sure I do.

Also, Nicole Brown Simpson was murdered

by Colombian drug dealers.

Okay. (Kirsten clears throat)

Look, I just want to say

I-I know you don't hear this from City Hall enough,

but you guys here

are one of the few absolute goods in this world,

so, I know it's tough,

but keep on doing what you're doing.

That's kind of you to say.

And we should go.

Thank you for your time. (clears throat)

-Thank you. -We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

(indistinct conversations in distance)

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(indistinct conversations)

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Oh, my God, I am starving.

(chuckling) Dude, what did you order?

Just plain pizza, I swear.

I seriously think they forgot about us.

(chuckling) I know.

Oh, my God.

(bell dings) WOMAN: 54!

(sighs)

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Order 54!

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So, you're still friends with him?

No, uh, but, I mean,

I've known them since, like, second grade, Nic.

You know, it'd be super weird if I just randomly

acted like I didn't know them, you know?

No, I get it.

Sorry. That was stupid. No.

(bell dings) WOMAN: 57!

Oh, that's us.

Finally. Jesus.

(indistinct conversations continue)

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(cellphone chimes)

YOUNG MAN: (laughs)

Thanks, guys.

(conversations continue)

(bell dings) WOMAN: 58 and 59!

(footsteps)

Order up!

Here we go. (grunts)

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What's up?

You got a text.

Oh.

Sorry about that.

You never mentioned you knew Jamie Stahl.

Oh, yeah.

Why? Do you know her?

(bell dings)

From Havenwood.

My old school.

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Yeah, uh, my cousin and her

do, like, aerial gymnastics together or something.

I don't know. It's weird.

But I met her, like, one time,

then you know how it is --

All of a sudden, they want to be

best friends on social media

and all that bullshit.

(young woman laughs)

YOUNG MAN: Okay, cool.

You did it.

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W-- Did what?

You spread that shit around about me and John.

Dude, what are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

Why would you do that to me?

Okay, Nicole, just -- Why would you tell everybody?

Nicole, chill out.

And then just sit here, acting like my friend?

Dude, chill out. You're making a --

You are not my friend!

You are an asshole.

(scoffs)

(laughter)

Whatever, stalker freak.

(laughter)

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RONNY: I already told the cops.

(scoffs) They didn't care.

CHANCE: That's 'cause you're an easy close.

You're a drug addict

with a history of domestic abuse.

How many fucking times do I have to say it?

I did not kill her.

Well, they think you did.

RONNY: Yeah.

We got to change that line of thinking.

(indistinct conversations in distance)

I'm gonna show you a photograph.

I want you to tell me

if this is the guy you saw walking with Josefa,

but you got to be absolutely sure --

Show me the fucking picture, man.

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That's him. You're positive?

Fuck, yeah, I'm positive.

Because what's a motherfucker like that

doing in my neighborhood,

walking with my wife, with --

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He's lucky I couldn't get off that bus.

If not, I'd be here wearing the orange for the real deal.

Hey, hey, wait. Wait! W-What now?

You-- You're gonna tell the cops about this fucker?

Y-You gonna get me out of here or what?

As we speak, a competent Legal Aid attorney

is trying to get you bail.

(sighs)

I might have to thank you after all, Doc.

I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing this for Josefa.

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(voice breaking) I did love her, you know.

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Listen to me, Ronny.

What you did was unforgivable.

As far as I'm concerned, you deserve to be in here --

maybe not for killing her,

but everything else.

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That was not love.

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(door creaks, thuds)

(cellphone ringing)

CHANCE: Yeah.

It's Ryan Winter.

I need to see you right away.

Are you okay?

You sound upset.

I am fucking upset!

All right. Are you at home?

I'm in Pacific Heights at the moment.

I can come to you.

I can't come to your office?

Why not?

I feel like you don't want me there anymore.

I told you, I'm not at the hospital.

It's just easier if I come to you.

Fine.

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(sighs) I'm being fucked with.

What do you mean, "fucked with"?

(sighs)

Someone's broken into my house

and taken things, moved things.

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Did you call the police? No.

It's -- It's -- It's --

It's -- It's not a police matter.

Well, it is if they stole something.

You should call. No.

What they stole has no value other than to me.

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I'm sorry, Ryan, I-I don't really understand.

They moved things --

belongings, possessions.

They were here. Now they are here.

And before you say it, it wasn't the housekeeper

or me forgetting where I put things.

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I think it's him.

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Who?

Ryan, if you got a name, you should go to the police.

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He is the police.

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It's Detective Kevin Hynes.

He used to be SFPD,

but he was transferred to the southeast suburbs.

(sighs)

And I bet you he's the one that attacked me, too.

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Ryan, I-I don't mean to dismiss what you're saying,

but I'm concerned that this might be an extension

of your head trauma.

It's not. It's not. It's not.

I'm telling you, this Hynes guy,

he's like...

He's like a burr. He is stuck to me.

He's made it his mission in life to hound me to my grave.

(sighs shakily)

I hate this. I hate feeling weak.

I hate feeling fucking scared.

I hate feeling like a victim.

I don't like it. I don't like it.

It's okay. It's okay. It's all right.

(sighs) Come on. Just...

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(exhales deeply)

It's okay, Ryan.

We're gonna work through this together.

You once told me I have your trust.

Is that still true?

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(sighing)

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When I was 8, I was standing on a train platform

in Emeryville with my mother.

And not that far from us, there was this little boy.

He was running in a circle

round and round the platform.

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After a while, we could hear the train coming.

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And...

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I remember the boy still circling,

you know, as it got closer.

And then...

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...everyone was screaming, and he was gone.

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This woman had come out of the crowd, grabbed him,

and tossed him in front of the train.

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(quietly sobbing)

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(high-pitched ringing)

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(body thuds)

(ringing stops)

(breathes deeply)

(sobbing continues)

(breathes sharply)

(sighs)

It was hard. It was really hard.

(sighs)

But I figured it out.

I found a way

to calm myself, to cope.

We should talk about that.

Some other day.

Today, I think I'm done.

(keys clack)

(door opens)

(indistinct conversations in distance)

You're a fucking lawyer?

I'm your lawyer.

Chuck Haden.

Dude, I...I can't pay you, man, so...

It's okay.

I'm Legal Aid.

I'm replacing your public defender on this.

All right, so, you -- y-you can prove I'm innocent?

Oh, we got plenty to fight 'em on,

and Judge Salandrigas and I, we surf together,

so that'll count for something.

(breathes deeply)

Am -- Am I getting out of here?

Yeah. Your mom posted your bail.

But the condition will be that you stay at her place.

But the important thing is you're gonna get released, okay?

But you got to be smart, though --

no drugs, no more incidents.

Well, hey, well -- You're asking me to lay low?

Mm-hmm.

Shit. I know how to do that.

Good. Sign there.

(pen scratches)

(thudding) (doorbell dings)

(door closes)

(thudding continues)

(horns honking in distance)

(thudding continues)

(thudding continues)

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(grunts)

Hey. I didn't hear you come in.

You looking for the Doc?

Not here.

(thudding resumes) Figured.

I tried the office. He's not there, either.

I don't know why people carry cellphones

if they're not gonna answer them. (sniffles)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct shouting in distance)

(sobs quietly, sniffles)

I wouldn't do that.

There's no crying in here.

(thudding resumes)

(chuckles, sniffles)

(horns honk in distance)

That would hurt.

That would be the idea.

You ever hit a person like that?

I have.

He still alive?

Some of them.

(thudding continues)

So where do I get one of those?

What is that, a nightstick?

(breathing heavily)

Depends.

Why would you want one?

(honking continues)

(inhales deeply)

(voice breaking) There's this asshole at school

who's done some shitty stuff,

bullied me or whatever.

Great opportunity for a life lesson.

Anytime somebody bullies you,

you should thank them every day.

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You're joking, right?

Right now, this bully is the only person in your life

who's giving you an actual challenge.

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Everybody else is anesthetizing you,

hugging the power out of you,

making you weak.

You think the struggle of living in the world gets easier,

people stop giving you a hard time?

Learn to stand up for yourself now,

and give it right back to them.

Otherwise, shut the fuck up.

**

(notes play)

(breathing heavily)

This is a baton.

For your purposes, it's probably not ideal.

People will identify it as a weapon right away.

That can be a problem down the road.

Your best offense -- look around.

That doorstop, straight to the temple.

Base of that lamp, shot to the kidneys.

This drawer pull over here, great for a jab to the eye.

**

Anything can be a weapon.

**

(indistinct conversations)

HYNES: We get lucky and Ronny's alibi holds up

and Lambert can put Winter at the scene,

it's only a matter of time

before the shit heel is behind bars.

(glasses clinking) (upbeat music plays on stereo)

Which is good.

(music continues)

What's the matter with you?

(conversations continue)

I don't know. I'm...

(breathes sharply)

I'm just starting to wonder if that's...

where Winter ought to be.

I mean, he is --

you know, he's a monster,

but he's also a deeply disturbed man.

Aren't we all?

Locking up the mentally ill

goes against my professional principles.

Well, having him committed goes against mine.

D: Don't get excited, but the waitress

described the wing sauce as "mischievous."

Hey, D, what did you take? Winter said --

Winter said you took something important.

A rock.

You took a ro-- That's what you took? A rock?

HYNES: What kind of rock?

You tell me.

(music continues)

(conversations continue)

W-Why did you take this?

It was prominently displayed.

(music continues)

By the way, he thinks you're the one who broke in.

Bury the lead, why don't you?

He mentioned me by name? Yep.

He also thinks you're the one who choked him out.

Get ready for the fallout.

What's one step down from Fremont PD?

Mall cop?

(sighs)

Did he, uh, happen to say anything else?

Yeah, he told me a story.

When he was a kid, he was on a railway platform.

He saw a woman --

(music continues)

He saw a woman throw a young boy

onto the tracks in front of an oncoming train.

(scoffs)

Do you think that's real -- the train story?

I don't know.

He cried on my shoulder.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

(dart board thuds) (women cheer)

CHANCE: He said it happened in Emeryville.

Got to be more than one of those.

How many of them have train stations?

(clears throat)

If it'll make you happy, I can look into it.

If that woman was arrested, there --

there'll be records of that.

RONNY: They ain't got dick, man.

They had to let me walk.

No, I'm staying at my mom's place.

(exhales sharply) Yeah.

Social Services is coming tomorrow to check on the kids. (door opens)

Yeah, they --

(lighter clicks)

Yeah, um... Mm.

As long as I get to see them, dude, that's what's --

**

Um...hold on, man.

**

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm gonna call you back.

Yeah, I'm gonna call you back, man.

(grunts)

(screaming)

(loud thud, screaming stops)

**

**

CHANCE: What are you talking about?

It was the middle of the day.

There are no witnesses? HYNES: None.

That's why it's easy for them to call it a suicide.

One thing for sure

is SFPD is gonna say Josefa's case is now open,

but solved.

Solved? That is fucking bullshit.

**

What they mean is they have a guy,

and they don't need to waste any more tax dollars looking.

And Winter is off the hook again.

Welcome to my fucking world.

**

(sighs)

(gate whirring)

(birds chirping)

(whirring continues)

It really freaked him out, what you did.

I talked him down.

He couldn't explain why all of a sudden

I was moving all of his shit around.

(vehicle passes)

Can you?

Look, I don't give a shit,

but I can't lose this job.

I'm the only one that's gonna be around

to take care of this kid.

(dog barking in distance)

Just don't do it again.

In case you get hungry.

Hope you like mustard.

Hey.

Why didn't you scream when you saw me in the house?

'Cause you're not scary.

(footsteps)

(door opens)

KIRSTEN: Memorial for Josefa will be held tomorrow.

I know not all of you knew her,

but it would send a strong message of support

if you could get as many staff members as possible

to the services.

Also, it would be nice

if we could set up a fund for Josefa's children.

And finally, I just spoke with SFPD,

and the rumors are true --

Apparently, her husband committed suicide today.

Though it might sound like justice...

What's going on?

...it's simply more violence.

Maybe read a memo once in a while.

You could've had cake.

For what?

Ryan Winter just donated $1 million to the unit...

in Josefa's name.

**

Jesus.

(indistinct conversations)

**

KIRSTEN: We're all too familiar with violence here.

Josefa struggled with it daily.

**

The fact that she was making such great progress

only to fall victim once again

makes it all the more devastating.

To lose Josefa, especially in this way,

is traumatic for us all.

Here, we try to find safety in each other

as a first step in finding safety in the world.

Hey, take a bow.

Your good work made this happen.

**

(quiet laughter)

**

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

**

Luckily, there are people out there,

like Mr. Winter,

who make it possible for us to heal those in need

through their generosity.

I know this is a time for grief,

but on behalf of Josefa, I'd like to thank you.

(applause)

**

**

(chuckles)

**

-Oh. -Oh!

(whimpers)

Thank you.

**

(high-pitched ringing)

**

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* None of us seems fine

**

* None of us is good

**

* Most of us are nice

**

* When we feel we really should be *

**

* Nice won't get us far

**

* 'Cause none of us is fine

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* None of us is fine

* 'Cause none of us is fine

**

* None of us is fine