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Previously on "Chance"...

Sanford: My son is dangerous.

To himself, but also to others.

What the fuck were you doing, talking to Nicole like that?

It's a good thing, Doc, Nicole wanting to stand up.

Today with Pepper, it felt awesome.

Lyndsay: You know, trespassing is a crime.

But what am I gonna tell them?

That Detective Hynes broke into my house and stole my rock?

Hi, Frank Lambert, Assistant District Attorney.

We wanted to see if you could give us any information

about Josefa from a doctor-patient perspective.

Winter: You remember the story that I told you

about the boy on the train platform?

The Lord wanted me to kill him.

That woman on the platform was your mother.

The boy was you.

I still need you to trust me, and you don't.

Until you do, I don't think we can keep doing this.

Hynes: You forced this guy to a breaking point, Doc.

What else might you have pushed him to do?

You're sure this is okay?

It's not like we're hurting anyone, right?

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[ Bell chimes ]

[ Door closes ]

Yes, but he said you'd be the best bet in the city

to track them down.

You've been speaking to someone who is very well-informed.

Oh, well.

But I'm afraid I haven't come across them.

I'm so sorry.

That's okay.

You have a lovely store.

Well, thank you.

And thank you for your time.

-Come again. -Will do.

Have a good day.

Bye.

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What'd she want?

She was curious as to whether we'd come across

a pair of George III commodes.

Why?

Because she was strapped.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Kind of strange for a woman asking about

18th century commodes to be packing heat.

Well, crime being what it is,

and the malaise of people in general these days,

it is, in fact, so strange? Hmm?

And what does it matter, anyway?

Because maybe Engelhart sent her.

To check if it's time to come collect on that Mayan bowl

you moved for him.

Or maybe it's something else.

You are being paranoid, son.

Maybe. Call it what you want.

But that woman wasn't right.

She's not in the office.

Well, did she call in sick?

It doesn't matter.

Listen, can you put me through to Angela?

[ Sighs ]

Hey, Angela, it's Dr. Chance.

I've been trying to get a hold of Lucy.

I need to reschedule some appointments.

I have an emergency.

[ Beep ] Front door open.

That's great, thanks. And if Lucy...

-[ Sighs ] -Never mind.

He called me -- Mr. Winter.

He's upstairs.

I'll take you.

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This is not him.

He's not an angry person. He's not a destructive person.

Winter: [ Screams ] [ Glass shatters ]

What kind of person is he?

What did you do to him?

-When? -Whenever.

I don't know how it works.

All I know is, I've never seen him like this.

Mr. Winter suffered a trauma.

It's raised issues for him that he wants to work through

with therapy.

Does he want that, or do you want it?

Both.

He says he has to trust the process, trust you,

but I don't have to, and I don't.

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How are you?

[ Sighs ]

Your assistant, Lyndsay, seems to be worried about you.

Winter: [ Scoffs ]

What about you?

Are you worried about me?

You drop a bomb on me, and then you just leave?

Were you worried about that?

About what I might do after you were gone?

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What happened when you saw her?

Lyndsay?

No.

Her.

Obviously, you went there, to that place,

the fucking crazy house.

You found her. You saw her.

What the fuck did she say?

She didn't want to do what she did.

She tried not to, fought not to.

[ Chuckles ]

Are you kidding me? She tried not to?

And then she did it anyway.

She used to sing to me.

She tell you that?

Every night.

Never missed a night.

A song she said she heard in her head.

It was supposed to make me want to let her hurt me.

To make me her willing sacrifice.

I was too little to know that then.

I just called it the "Die" song.

Your mother is a very sick woman, Ryan.

Yeah, yeah.

Everyone's sick.

Everyone's sick.

You are not real to her.

You think she tried to destroy you?

She tried to destroy someone, but it wasn't you.

She doesn't know you.

You don't exist to her.

She thinks she killed you, Ryan, but she didn't.

You are here.

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I think you should go now.

[ Knocks ]

Oh, shoot.

How you doing, Sid?

You can't be in here. You know that.

I just come by to thank you

for the heads-up call about Travis.

You came all the way from Fremont to thank me

for a thing you already thanked me for?

Tell me about the bodies you found out on the Headlands.

Are you fucking kidding me? Come on.

They're all women, right?

No tissue found for the cause of death, I guess,

but I bet you at least know the range

of how old they were when they died.

You've ID'd this one already?

-I called you out of respect -- -She was a mom?

Out of how I would want to know if someone I cared enough

to file a missing-persons report on was found.

That's all. Even if you don't ID the others,

the bones will tell you if they gave birth.

Look, just stop right there, okay?

I'm not doing this.

I'm not doing this.

Not with you.

Sid, you find Travis's body,

then you take him out of the ground

and find all these bodies buried underneath him.

It's the fucking definition of critical thinking

to look at all that

and see that Ryan Winter killed them all!

Only if you think that Ryan Winter killed Travis Webber!

Oh, fuck it, come on. He did kill the guy.

And for the goddamn millionth time,

nobody thinks that but you!

Yeah.

When first joined DT Squad and you showed me the ropes,

you were the one who said watch out

if you're only seeing what you're looking for,

and closing your eyes to everything else.

What was Ryan Winter's car doing

down on Toland Street that night?

What was it doing down there, Sid?

Tell me that. -He got lost!

Trying to find the freeway ramp.

Or some rough trade to tickle his prostate.

I don't fucking know!

I'm never gonna know, and neither will you!

Get the fuck out!

"Get the fuck out."

Talk about how long we've known each other

and how much I taught you.

I just hope that you would have

given me more fucking credit than this.

Yeah. Well, there's your problem.

'Cause hope's a thing that'll get you in trouble every time.

Chance: Most of the people who will be speaking Thursday

volunteer in their own time.

Speakers Bureau is organized to accommodate that.

I'm guessing what you'll be doing initially

is just checking if there's water, coffee,

and collecting e-mail addresses.

Passing out heroin.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

I just want to see if you're listening.

Listen, Nic, the Speakers Bureau is a kind and selfless group

of recovering victims, all right?

They're -- They're trying to give hope to their community

by showing what healing from violence looks like.

Kirsten: I thought she was coming alone,

so I came down to make sure she was okay.

Sorry, I should have called.

I -- I -- My schedule freed up, so --

No worries.

You Nicole?

Oh, right, sorry, yeah.

I'm Dr. Clayton. Kirsten.

I've heard great things about you.

Like that I broke somebody's nose

with the complete works of William Shakespeare?

That's one of them, yeah.

And I know it was a complicated situation.

But you're here now, and I'm glad.

I know our medical students get a lot from hearing our speakers.

Maybe you will, too.

And we could definitely use the help.

Are you coming by the office today, or are you staying here?

Yeah, sure, I'll be there.

I just --

I just need to get Nic set up.

Excellent.

Looks like you're in time for sound check and rehearsal.

You should definitely introduce yourself to some.

Now, is there anything you want to ask me?

Nicole: No.

There's our little enforcer.

Is the kind of thing I would like you not to say.

Lucy is our point person at the Speakers Bureau,

so you will do everything she asks, please.

Hi. Just throw your stuff down at that mixing board,

and I will show you the ropes.

Okay? -Okay.

I really appreciate this.

Which I'm sure will be reflected in the gift

you decide to give me.

Your friend, what's-her-name from Social Services

left something this morning.

Uh, foster record for a Matthew Debbs.

What do you mean, records?

This is just a piece of paper.

Right, because it's been way longer than seven years.

The file had to be destroyed.

All they could find was the county.

Who's Matthew Debbs?

He's not a VOVC patient.

No, he's, uh -- he's on my own time.

Mm-hmm.

Speaking of time, why weren't you in the office --

I overslept. It happens.

I didn't say it doesn't.

He should be here by now.

Doc has a pretty hectic schedule.

That's a nice thing.

Yeah, English mahogany petite partners desk.

Leather inlay, 1853.

The year the Crimean War started.

Verdun.

What year, you mean?

1916.

Battle of Ligny.

1815.

Napoleon's last victory.

Tactical win, but strategic loss.

I don't know why you look so fucking surprised.

You've been to my house.

Check this out.

Prussian infantry.

Buddy was in the Air Force, stationed at Ramstein.

Found it kicking around in an old junk shop.

Guy who sold it to him thought it was a toy.

Talk about a strategic loss.

Wow.

This must be worth a shitload, hmm?

Usually I'm in a museum

looking at something like this through glass.

Thinking about the guy who carried it.

How he was like me or how he wasn't.

Whether he was afraid or not.

It helps to remember that

other guys faced dragons before you did.

Makes you feel small.

In a good way, you know?

Although you probably never, ever feel small.

It's a nice piece.

If I needed you to run a plate for me,

could you do that?

It's not a Winter thing. It's personal.

Sure, no problem.

Thanks.

[ Car door shuts ]

Hey.

Sorry.

Any news?

On those other bodies they found?

One was a mom, and other than that,

no big surprise,

I'm getting stonewalled by SFPD.

Where were you? With Winter?

What'd you get?

I got that he is angry and unstable.

More than that, I don't know.

I do know that I don't want to hear

"I told you so."

Fine, I won't say it.

But I'll be thinking it.

What I did get is this.

This confirms that Ryan Winter --

or Matthew Debbs as he was then --

was in the California State Foster Care System

in Fresno County from '82 to '93.

7 to 18.

So?

So, that's the time.

Those are the years we become what we're gonna be,

when Winter became what he is.

I guarantee you something happened in Fresno.

He did something.

There was a beginning.

-What are you doing there? [ Baby coos ]

Yeah?

Man: ...7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

D: Three people dead in a Sunnyside house fire,

all shot in the head, '89.

Mm, no.

42-year-old woman found shot in Mendota, '89.

No.

27-year-old woman shot and killed in a parking lot

in Squaw Cove in '84.

No, Winter would have been 8 or 9.

A gun isn't right.

It's too -- it's too separate.

It's not physical enough.

32-year-old mother,

raped and strangled in her trailer.

Mother, right age range.

Yeah, but he's not a rapist.

Ah, he could be.

Yeah, he could be, but is he?

No.

Keep looking.

Want to shake it? Yeah, good job.

Man: Arms out to your side, forward rotations for cool-down.

Good.

Keep going.

You want this, honey? Oh, my God.

He always does that. I'm sorry.

No worries.

He throws it at whoever's sitting there.

If that makes it better. It's not you.

[ Laughs ]

[ Babbles ]

What is that?

What's on there?

D: A couple, 21 and 26, strangled in China Creek Park.

No.

Woman stabbed in her bed,

wounds to chest, abdomen, and throat.

How old?

60-plus.

Hynes: Hold on a second. I might have something here.

Mendota, 1990 --

13-year-old boy killed, case still open.

Winter would have been 15.

Victim's name was Stevie Benjamin.

-A little help here, please. -We might need to restrain him.

-Mr. Winter. -This is how Stevie felt.

How he really felt.

Died of suffocation.

Mouth full of...

broken teeth.

Stomach f--

full of his own blood.

Someone shoved rocks down his throat till he choked.

[ Rock slams ]

Someone is Winter.

[ Line ringing ]

-What's up? -Yeah, I ran that plate for you.

It's registered to, uh, Alameda Private Investigation.

D: Huh. Okay, then. Thanks.

You want me to follow up on something?

I got it.

Okay.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Siren wails ]

Jesus fucking Christ.

Hey! You Art Barnes?

-Yeah. -Kevin Hynes.

I spoke to you on the phone earlier. Oh, yeah, yeah.

You want to get inside where it's not fucking raining? Sure.

They found Stevie in the woods behind the old mall.

-Yeah. -I grew up around here.

I wasn't that much older than he was.

It freaked me out, you know?

I mean, why someone would do that to a kid.

Who could do it. -Right.

So I bet the first thing you did when you made DT squad

was look up this case.

It was way worse than anything I imagined.

The aspirated dirt in the lungs, down his throat, just --

Bad shit. -Yeah.

Like, back of your eyelids when you're trying to sleep bad.

So you never had any real suspects?

I mean, they pulled everybody in.

Parolees, sex offenders, homeless, but no dice.

And the guys who worked the case, they're all gone now.

Pretty much all we got now is the DNA.

DNA? From where?

From under Stevie's fingernails.

Fuck me. What?

They've got it in storage down in Glen Pines.

I'll make a call over there for you.

Thanks. I appreciate this.

-Testing, testing. [ Feedback whines ]

Hi. I'm Solomon.

Uh, I moved to the city 10 years ago.

One night, uh, a man ran up behind me,

hit me, uh, in the head.

I-I kept trying to protect myself.

There was just blood in -- in my eyes.

I-I-I couldn't see.

He was high, and he didn't know how hard he was hitting me.

He was a-- arrested, uh, like, right away.

But still for a long time...

I lost whatever it was

that helps us go about the day without fear.

Trust, uh, confidence, faith --

I didn't have them anymore.

Nicole: So that guy had therapy, and the VOVC just fixed him?

Solomon? -It's not about being fixed.

It's about making meaning out of what happened.

So yeah, it helped him do that, I think.

What happened to him was so completely random.

We see a lot of cases like that,

ones where there aren't any explanations for them.

Or there is one, but it's not something anyone

could see coming or plan for or predict.

They don't know what's happening until it's over.

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[ Sizzling ]

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[ Clattering ]

Well, well.

My father hired new PIs to track me.

Better ones this time.

Long story short, the warehouse is compromised.

All right.

How'd you get in?

Oh, never mind.

Just be for a couple of days

till I can assess the situation.

Well, this is gonna be cozy.

Cheese on yours?

Good God, no.

[ Cheese spurts ]

You talked to Hynes?

About Stevie Benjamin's fingernails?

I did. It's good news.

If we can match the DNA to Winter,

we get somewhere immediately.

Hynes says you were helping with that.

Yeah, I got the hookup there.

What about you?

You heard from Winter yet?

Off of how we left things yesterday,

I thought it was too early to force the issue.

But if I don't hear from him by tomorrow,

yeah, I'll head out to his place and force it then.

Right now, I'm going to bed.

Do not follow me.

[ Chuckles ]

Listen.

If you're gonna be staying here,

Nicole is gonna be around some of the time, obviously.

So when she is -- -Yeah, pretend to be deaf.

I got it. [ Thunder rumbles ]

Hey, Wyett. How's Maddy?

Just discovered the Tooth Fairy,

so now she's trying to pull out all her teeth.

[ Laughs ]

Can I do something for you? -It's not a big deal.

It's just, um, we've been going through the security footage

for the past few months, and, uh,

while we were looking, one of my guys found this.

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-When was this? -Last week.

But I wanted to bring it over because if

Dr. Chance is pressing charges,

he could probably use the video.

You recognize the guy?

He's not a patient, but yeah.

His name's Wade Pardo.

Lambert: [ Sighs ]

Sorry.

Fucking bail hearing ran long.

Oh, no sweat.

Who was the judge?

Uh, Trujillo?

[ Chuckles ] Fucking toolbox.

So, talk to me.

I ran into Sid Velerio, and he said you asked him

about the bodies dumped in the Headlands.

They're Winter's.

[ Laughs ] They're Winter's.

Okay, he said that you said that.

And I said that that couldn't be right

because if anybody knows anything

about almost wrecking their entire fucking life,

it's you.

Kev, what are you doing?

We've been here before, man.

You're doing that righteous crusader thing.

You look like shit, by the way. You're not sleeping.

You're not taking care of yourself. Come on, man.

Taking care of yourself is overrated.

And I did almost ruin my life 'cause I was right.

And I'm right now.

And all the burden of proof and rule of law

and all that bureaucracy bullshit aside,

in your heart, you know I'm fucking right.

Yeah. I know, okay?

I know it, Kev.

But it's not me that you got to worry about.

Winter's people reached out.

Okay? They reached out to Fremont.

They reached out to SFPD.

And they're saying --

they're saying you're harassing him again.

They said something about you breaking into his house.

Come on, Frank.

You know I wouldn't do that. I'm not stupid.

Well, you know what? It's probably too late already.

I'm telling you, as a friend, you need to back off.

Yeah.

'Cause you -- you have taken too many hits over this.

It's not entirely impossible

that you could lose your pension over this shit.

Well, how about I'm not gonna lose my pension

'cause I'm about to have proof that

Winter killed someone?

Proof?

Okay.

Okay, what proof?

I'll let you know when it lands.

But before I do, I want you to make me a promise.

I get the proof, I bring it to you,

and you make a case any way you can,

no matter how much pressure

this sick, murdering fuck brings to bear.

Can you promise me that?

Are you serious?

Dead serious. Deal?

Okay, Kev, okay.

You bring me something, something fucking real,

and I promise you, I will find a way to use it.

Great.

Give him the check.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Hi. -There.

That should have enough whatsits on it.

Hair follicles for Mr. Winter's DNA.

That all for you?

Have whatever you want.

I ordered you a falafel.

[ Laughs ]

I went to the OB/GYN this morning.

-Awesome. -[ Laughs ]

The doctor said the baby is healthy.

Do you want to see?

Yeah.

Gonna have a little boy.

[ Laughs ]

So, you know, everything feels real now.

Are you gonna tell the baby's father?

Vago de mierda. El drogo.

Criminal piece of shit. No.

I don't tell him anything, including where I am.

Anyway, if he knew it was a boy?

A boy belongs to the gang.

It's non-negotiable.

So...

You happy for me or what?

Yeah.

No, totally, I am, yes.

It's just -- raising a child in the world

these days seems tough.

Depends on who's doing it.

How they hanging, Justin?

Low and off-center.

What's up?

What are you working on?

Nothing official.

Could you, uh, unofficially help me?

Also, could you do it for free?

Shit.

Okay, look, just -- [ Sighs ]

You know, is it something huge and complicated?

'Cause I can't swing that now.

Hey, Justin, it'll take you five minutes, tops, promise.

I need you to compare this --

cold-case nail scrapings --

to this --

suspect's hair follicles.

Sure. I'll try for day after tomorrow,

but don't be an asshole if I can't swing it by then.

You're the man.

I'll check back with you, okay?

Yeah, whatever.

Appreciate you, Justin.

Aah!

[ Grunts ]

Do not scream or do anything.

I don't want to hurt you, and I don't think I'll have to.

I just want information.

[ Magazine clicks ]

What do you want to know?

Who hired you?

Who hired you?

Your father.

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Sanford Pringle's your father, right?

I mean...

What did he want you to do?

Just to find you, to know what you're doing.

Why?

Because --

and these are his words, not mine --

you're unstable and dangerous.

And he -- [ Sighs ]

He thinks you need to be committed.

He told my partner something about someone

he has an agreement with -- a judge?

Look, I'm sure you know your dad's got money.

And a lot of big-deal friends in various places, apparently.

Influence.

And you're obviously good at hiding.

So if it were me, I'd just go do that again.

[ Gun clicks ]

Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Man: Here you go, Doctor.

Finally.

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[ Door opens ]

Oh, hey.

Hey, did you -- Did you just see Winter?

Hmm?

Mr. Winter.

Yeah, I-I know who he is.

He's not here.

Was he supposed to be here?

Uh, no, no.

He, uh --

I'm sorry, I-I guess I'm just getting mixed up.

Amy: He wanted Matthew strangled, stabbed.

Chance: This Winter guy, he's worse than any of them.

-I just called it. -Stop it!

-It's always the shrink's kid. -[ Screams ]

Winter: Are you worried about me?

[ Phone dials ]

[ Line rings ]

Hi. This is Ryan.

Leave a message.

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[ Car door shuts ]

[ Tires squealing ]

[ Breathing deeply ]

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[ Engine starts ]

[ Horn honks ]

What the fuck?!

Jesus Christ!

[ Breathes heavily ]

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Get out of the car.

What?

I said get out of the car.

Are you all right?

What?

I don't know, man. I j-- Are you okay?

I'm not supposed to be going that fast down here, I know.

I-I can call someone.

Do you want me to call someone for you?

Just go.

[ Car departs ]

How you doing?

I thought maybe your dad might be here.

He's okay, though?

Like, in general?

I mean, I guess. Why?

He's just seeming a little off lately.

Tough schedule maybe, plus the attack and everything.

That guy that punched him outside the hospital?

He told you about that, didn't he?

I didn't just put my foot in my mouth, did I?

No, no, he did. He -- He told me something.

I've probably been stressing him out with my stuff.

But other than that, I think he's okay.

Well, good.

That's good.

Have as many cookies as you want.

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[ Bell dings ]

D: How long has his phone been off?

Since yesterday.

I drove by after I left the hospital,

and the house was dark.

I actually thought about parking and waiting.

And one of those private security patrols drove by.

They slowed down and eyeballed me, so I left.

[ Knocking on door ] -Probably the right move.

It's the only one I had, so...

What happened to your keys?

I don't know, in my bag.

Did you get the crispy duck rolls?

Of course we did, duh.

So, what did you think of your first Speakers Bureau event?

It was pretty interesting.

I talked to Dr. Clayton.

She's cool.

She is.

She was asking about you,

about how you're really doing

since you got punched by that guy.

What guy?

The one who punched you.

In the face, right?

When you were trying to walk and read?

I told her you seemed the same as usual to me.

[ Cellphone rings ]

It's your mother.

Yeah?

You know about that, right?

Some guy jumping him outside work.

Got to keep your head on a swivel these days.

Listening to all those people today,

what they've been through?

Pretty much all they have in common is that violence

can happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere.

If you're not already ready for it,

you're not gonna be ready for it.

Yeah.

So you need to teach me how to defend myself.

-Nope. -Come on.

The crime rate in the city is up 15%.

The incidence rate of sexual assault on women is like 1 in 4.

I'm not saying you shouldn't, but I promised your dad.

My dad, who just got jumped by some psycho

he probably dared to fuck with him?

Why does he get to decide?

He doesn't. I do.

I told him I wouldn't, so I won't.

Watson: Ryan Winter --

He filed a complaint.

Just say what you're gonna say, boss.

We can either deal with this quietly now or loudly later.

[ Sighs ]

It's fine.

I get it.

I'll just go.

Just like that?

I thought you'd take it harder, Kev.

Well, I can go apeshit and trash the place

if that's what you want.

**

So what were you two talking about when I was on the phone?

You and Nicole?

Nothing.

State of the union.

Light reading?

Hynes got me thinking about Napoleon.

Both crafty little bastards.

Thought I'd brush up.

"War consists of the constant interaction of opposites."

That's von Clausewitz, isn't it?

It's difficult to live your life that way.

If not impossible.

Just because I'm on your couch, Doc,

doesn't mean I need my head shrunk.

You see, that's what I'm wondering.

Why the guy who's always talking about dictating the action

is on my couch right now.

Eventually, you're gonna have to stop running, you know.

Even if only 'cause you lose both your feet to diabetes.

What part of "I'm trying to stay out of the nut hatch"

don't you understand?

Your dad can't control you the way he wants.

He can't have you declared mentally incompetent.

He can't drug you to consent or anything else.

He just can't.

Except he wouldn't still be looking for me

if he hadn't figured out some way that he can.

I've been thinking.

The last time you spent any real time together,

you were a teenager, right?

Why don't you just talk to him?

Just one man to another.

Just get everything out on the table,

even if it's only to establish terms.

You should stay in your own lane on this one, Doc.

Plenty of fish of your own to fry.

Yep.

You're right.

But from what I can see,

your dad is the feeder in this situation,

and you are the receiver.

Sooner or later, you're gonna have to turn that around.

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[ Door closes ]

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Hey.

Hey.

So, I guess you heard about the Wade Pardo thing.

Not from you.

I know, I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you.

As shitty and as embarrassing as the whole thing is,

I was gonna tell you and the police,

and then Josefa got murdered.

And it just seemed so selfish to pull focus.

Not that it makes it okay.

Regardless.

I didn't want you to worry.

And I realize, I made it worse by not telling you the truth.

I just want to help.

Okay.

[ Dialing ]

[ Line rings ]

Man: San Francisco Police, Central District.

Yes, hi.

Detective Stone, please?

This is Stone.

Hey, Simon, it's Kristen. You good?

Hey, yeah, I am.

Thanks, lady. You need something?

A little help real quick, checking up on someone.

Of course. What's the name?

Wade Pardo.

[ Knock on window ] -You said today, pal.

Today for the DNA.

Yeah. Gotcha, yeah.

So, good news or good news?

Well, you didn't tell me anything about your case,

including whether you actually wanted your samples

to match or not.

But they don't match.

Wh-- W-What do you mean, they don't match?

I mean, how far do you want me to go into it?

I mean, I-I know what you mean.

But are you sure?

Yeah. It's DNA.

This person here is not the same person --

Fuck me.

[ Glass shatters ]

Fuck!

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[ Draws a knife ]

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[ Dog barks in distance ]

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[ Cellphone clatters ] Ah, shit!

Fuck.

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God damn it.

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Aah! [ Gasping ]

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[ Crying ] No!

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[ Gasping, coughing ]

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[ Speaking Korean ]

[ Speaking Korean ]

Take a pill.

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[ Knocks on door ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ] The DNA is not his.

Wait, what?

Hynes: It's not a match. It's not Winter's.

So let's put that in our pipe and smoke it, I guess.

Are you sure?

So -- So, what does this mean?

How could -- How could it not be his?

I -- Who the fuck's is it if it's not his?

This was it for us.

All we had to show them a body with Winter's DNA on it.

I know, Doc, okay?

I know.

Well, maybe Winter didn't kill Stevie,

or maybe he didn't kill him alone.

Or maybe Stevie was the kind of kid

who never cleaned under his fingernails ever.

I don't know.

[ Scoffs ]

What do we do now? What next?

Well, I also lost my job.

Completely this time.

Right now, next?

I'm gonna drink more of this.

Chance: You got fired?

Winter filed another complaint.

Something about me breaking into his place.

And for the brass,

it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Because you didn't break into his place.

You didn't even know that D was going to --

If it wasn't that, it was gonna be something else.

So what the fuck, right?

I-I told my boss I was good with it, and I am.

Because listen, when we do break this shit wide open,

and we show Winter for

the fucking murdering demon that he is,

the Bay Area's gonna have

a goddamn ticker-tape parade for me.

And I'm gonna be on my float,

waving to everybody just like this.

What if we don't break this shit open?

The truth is a lion, Doc.

You don't have to defend it.

All's you have to do is let it loose.

It defends itself.

Wait, did you --

Did you just quote St. Augustine at me?

Uh-huh. Who has two thumbs and hidden fucking depths?

Hmm?

Hidden depths.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hello?

Ryan?

Winter: I, umm, I wanted --

I tried to --

I -- I need you to come here.

Where are you?

Home.

Okay.

Stay there.

Be there as soon as I can.

All right?

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Ryan?

You okay?

Where's Lyndsay? Is she here?

Software decay.

I -- what -- s-- I don't know what that means.

-[ Breathing shakily ] -What does that mean?

Software decay,

it's, uh, a perfect elegant and useful piece of code

deteriorates over time.

Its effectiveness and responsiveness diminishes.

It doesn't matter how well it's designed

or how carefully it's maintained.

Eventually, the operating environment

around it changes enough

so that the original code has to be upgraded or thrown away.

It's software decay.

All systems break down.

Yes, yes, all of them.

All of them.

All of them break down.

Software decay.

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I need to tell you something,

and I don't know if you're gonna like it.

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My coping mechanism isn't working anymore.

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I hurt people, Dr. Chance.

So many people.

I hurt them so bad...

that they died.

[ Breathes shakily ]

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