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Previously on "Chance"...

Dawson Pitt?

Yeah, we know each other?

Not just yet.

(grunts)

How long do you think
it's going to take the cops

to figure out you
and your job

are the common denominator
between these guys?

(woman speaking Spanish)

CHANCE:
I can't get a hold of her.

Probably should have
called back by now.

We're just going to have to make
some changes going forward.

What changes?

Mom, save me, please!

I'm sorry, Nick!

Why did you find me?

You and I should talk.

(choking)

It's the fucking definition
of critical thinking

to look at all that and see that
Ryan Winter killed them all!

For the goddamn-millionth time,
nobody thinks that but you!

(gunshots)

What do you think? Do you
think he had an accomplice?

I don't know.

No more talking
to Dr. Chance.

That is over.

Lieutenant at Richmond Station
had a guy walk in an hour ago,

starts confessing
to multiple murders.

The only person who can fuck
this up right now is you.

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(door opens)

(sighs)

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(sighs)

Hey, boss.

Sorry, sorry.

Shit, Frank!
You scared the shit out of me.

Listen, I would have
called first,

but I figured it was too early
for you to pick up.

I assume
you've heard the news?

About Ryan Winter being
a multiple murderer?

I mean, just when you think
there's nothing left

to this job
that can surprise you.
Yeah.

(sighs) Is that why you're here?
You want it?

I want it so bad I've been
here for two hours,

just in case you decided
to go for a run earlier.

Okay, but we
don't even know

what we're dealing with
here yet, Frank.

Seven counts
of first degree, so far,

and the guy
is still talking.

And I'm hearing he already
told his lawyer

he wants to waive his right
to a prelim trial.

You know what else
I heard?

I heard somebody
from the P.D.

is leaking confession details
to the media.

Listen, this is gonna be
a circus.

Alright, it already is.

So, if at the end of the day
all that ends up happening

is Winter pleads guilty

and we're just jockeying
before the judge

trying to get
the maximum sentence, fine.

But we both know it's
a long road from here to there,

so you are going to feel
a whole lot better

if you got your best person
handling the case, so...

Let me think about it,
Frank, okay?

Absolutely.

I insist on it.

Does your being friends
with Kevin Hynes

have anything to do
with this ask?

Look, everybody was
friends with Hynes once.

Everybody in the P.D. and
everybody from our office.

I'm just the guy
that never stopped.

**

Alright.

I'll tell you
by the end of today.

Thank you.

CHANCE: How are you?
How do you feel?

Tired.

Sort of scraped out
inside, you know?

Yeah.

But I like it.

Things have felt bad
before...and good.

But they've never
felt right.

And this...

doing this, being here,

it feels right.

I talked to Lucy.

She told me
that she'd been seeing you.

That you attacked her,

that you were going to
hurt her, kill her.

I wanted to.

I'm glad I didn't.

You're glad you didn't?

But why didn't you?

I think the question should be
"Why Lucy?" Don't you?

I mean, it was her
at first, at all, because

she was close to you and then
when I found out about you,

I wanted to make you
feel it,

to know
it was your fault.

Found out what about me?

That you're a liar.

You and Detective Hynes, you
were friends, weren't you?

Not at first.

He sent you to the parking lot
that night.

Because I was a monster
and I had to be stopped.

Some part of me knew
from the beginning

that I wasn't seeing all of you,
that you were

holding something back.

And then in the water that day,
with your arm around my neck,

I connected it.

But I shut
the connection down.

I wouldn't let myself
understand what it meant.

I just wanted to believe that
someone wanted to save me,

that you wanted to,

more than I wanted to know
you were lying.

And I was right to do that,
because you...

(chuckles)
you did save me.

You hurt me to save me,

and now here we are.

Here we are.

I know I can't talk
to that woman, your patient,

but I wonder if this is how
it is for her, too.

Peaceful like this.

I hope so.

Grace lies not in the
fulfillment of my desires,

but in the strength to accept
everything with joy.

Who else was there
when Stevie Benjamin died?

What?

What?
-Someone else was there.

Who was it?
-Complicated.

-Was it Lyndsay?
-It's complicated.

But she's not around anymore,
so no one can touch her now.

N-- L-- (sighs)
(door opens)

Lyndsay loved me.

She really did, and I --

No, no, listen,
I was there.

Yeah?

I was,
and I carry that around.

I do.

Well, then,
we're both liars, I guess.

Both wish things
had happened differently,

things were other
than they are.

I lied to you about Hynes.

I told you
another lie, too.

The woman, the patient
you keep talking about.

Her name is Jaclyn.

And I wanted to help her
find peace,

become whole, because
I was in love with her.

But she didn't want that.
She didn't want my help.

She didn't want to
be whole.

I have no idea
where she is now.

So, where we
are now, Ryan,

is uncharted territory
for both of us.

I don't know
what happens next.

(door buzzes)

(door closes)

(door opens, bells jingle)

I drove around Lorena's
neighborhood for some time.

And yes, I parked and waited
for even more time.

I saw nothing that
qualified as suspicious.

I saw nothing at all.

(television plays
indistinctly)

So maybe I was wrong, then.

After she helped us
with the Winter thing,

all the shit that went down.

Maybe she just
wanted to be done.

With you, you mean?

Is that what you think?
Is that what you want?

Did you talk
to her friends?

I don't think
she has any friends.

Don't think
or don't know?

What about her doctor,
the OB-GYN?

Can we call them, see if maybe
she missed an appointment?

**

Favorite restaurants,
perhaps?

They haven't seen her
at the Golden Pagoda.

Alright.

Stores at which she shops?

Walks she takes?
Sights that she likes to see?

Young man, it appears to me
that you have not

conducted this mission with
your usual attention to detail.

-I know.
-Not to worry.

When next you see Lorena --
-If.

When you see Lorena,

ask her these things
and more besides.

She will like that.

I promise you.

NICOLE: Can you at least
tell me where we are?

Or where we're going?

Hey, is this girl
okay back here?

DANA: She will be.

What the...

actual fuck?!

Welcome back, Lexi.

You're kidding me.

-(chuckles)
-Yeah, laugh it up.

Must have been a pretty tough
grab with me passed out,

you fucking degenerate.

I can't believe this shit
is happening again.

And what are you here for?

You look like booze?
Or mommy's pills?

Okay, yeah,
don't tell me.

I'll be bored
to fucking death

hearing about it in group
pretty soon, anyway.

God!

(seatbelt clicks open)

Hot!

TOM:
Put your seat belt back on.

CHANCE:
Hey, Nic, it's me again.

Listen, are you getting
these messages?

Are you trying to tell me
something?

Because
I'm going to ignore it

and just keep calling
until you call me back.

Please, I love you.
Bye.

Staff meeting.

That I absolutely did not
forget about

and am on my way to.

(sighs) You okay?
What's up?

Oh, yeah, just a lot
going on is all.

Gin rummy marathon and pizza
from Pink Onion might help.

Too busy today and tomorrow.

But if I'm still alive
on Thursday, it's a date.

Close the door.

Hi, guys, sorry.

Before we get started,

I have something we all need
to be aware of going forward.

I've been checking in
on a person

we've had an ongoing problem
with, Wade Pardo.

He assaulted Sam Koch
and his boyfriend,

made threats against this place.

It turns out that Wade
was attacked and seriously

injured himself recently.

And so was Anton Spangler
a couple of months ago.

Plus Matty Willis,
who had his arrest voided

on a technicality
after raping Clara Santiago.

He was stabbed
and permanently disabled.

All three of them described
the same attacker,

and this is what
he looks like.

So we got to keep our eyes
and ears open,

figure out if there's
something going on.

-Who's the fat fuck?
-I wouldn't say

it captures your allure.
-So this is just a joke?

That's how we're going to
treat this?

I don't know how your friend
got it to go that far,

but that is as far
as it's going.

I told you.
The cops don't care

about these shitbirds
catching beatdowns.

"The cops don't care enough
to investigate these cases,"

that's your opinion?

The connection between us
and these assaults is a fact.

CARL: The connection
between the assaults

and the face
in that sketch, that's--

-Carl, no, no, that's--
-We stopped, anyway!

We haven't gone after anyone
since that Dawson Pitt guy.

Look, doc, take away
all the arguments we had

about tactics
and methods.

Before she handed you
that drawing,

before you thought we could
be in trouble,

were you sorry we did it?

Uh...

Doc?

I don't know. No.

Then own it!

That is out there.

It exists. There's nothing
I can do about it.

The only things
that matter to me

are things I can
do something about.

Like?

Like finding Lorena.

Lorena?

(sighs) He's worried
she's in trouble.

Winter's confession clears
Ronny Pefaur

of Josefa's murder.
-I mean, I'm glad

Ronny's cleared of something
he didn't do, but...

Well, it's an upsetting
situation for so many reasons.

Right now, I'm mostly
upset

about how this
could reflect on the unit.

Winter being treated here --

Which he was
entitled to be,

just like anyone else
in this city.

-Right.
-I know, but our funding...

Our private donors,
especially,

they don't like
negative attention.

Well, we've got so many charges
against Winter

that my boss might decide not to
bring all the cases to court.

Meaning if we don't bring
Josefa's case,

VOVC won't be under
as much scrutiny.

Has he said anything
about the computers?

Winter upgraded
our computers.

I thought it was generosity,
like the huge check he wrote.

GILYARD: But it was maybe a way
to gain access

to personal info,
medical histories.

-Right.
-Yeah, but why would Winter

need to replace all the
computers to do that?

The only way we're going to be
able to answer that question

is going to make it
pretty hard

for you guys to get any work
done around here.

We got along with our old

computers before,
we can do it again.

Well, I wish I could say we
won't be back for any reason.

It's fine, I understand.
But maybe I can ask a favor?

-Yeah?
-Long story short,

I found out
that several people

who had victimized patients
of ours in the past

have recently been victims
of violent crimes themselves.

Beatings, one was stabbed.

I reported it
to the SFPD, but...
(sighs)

Anton Spangler, Matty Willis,
Wade Pardo.

All three of them describe
their attacker

as a big, bald man
with a neck tattoo.

Yeah, yeah.

That is a big, bald man
with a neck tattoo, alright.

On top of all
this with Winter,

I don't like to think
there might be something

going on that I'm not seeing...
again.

(sighs) Consider it done.
Let's go.

**

Tell you what, I'll write up
the warrant for the hard drives,

and you check on
the big, bald guy.

Oh, fuck that.
You're kidding?

-What?
-Or you want to bang her.

Which is not my problem, so
don't make it my problem, Frank.

It's community
relations, Gilly.

Doing favors builds
relationships.

Getting people to trust you
is a good thing.

Haven't you learned
that by now?

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LEXI: Welcome to paradise.

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BRUCE: We don't have all day,
ladies! Let's go!

Okay, listen up.
My name's Bruce.

I'm a therapist here
at the Wilderness Program.

If you don't know
why you're here...

you'll have plenty of time
to figure that out.

For the next six weeks,

there's no phones,
no frills, no friends.

But at the end,
you'll emerge a changed person.

We'd like to think for the
better, but that's up to you.

Bruce gave you
the pretty version.

But this is about basic
survival, and you will learn it.

Follow the rules,
maybe you'll make it.

Now, groups of four --
we have Burgess, Chance,

Estavez, and Keegan.

Grab your gear in the provisions
cabin, and let's go.

Let's go!

**

Oh, make sure
you check for mold first.

(sniffs)

How many times
you been here?

This is my third.

Or second-and-a-half,
I guess,

since it's not like
I waited for it to be done

before I bailed last time.

What, you ran away?

Got all the way
to the Colony.

The squatter-house in Oakland,
you know it?

No, I ran away like once,
and I went to my dad's, so...

Well, the Colony
is fucking rad.

All kids, artists,
bullshit-free living.

What happened?

I went to Quick Bite
and my uncle saw me.

Now, he said
he wouldn't say anything,

but, well, here I am
telling you

how he said he wasn't going to
say anything, so...

Who sent you?

My mother.

Okay.

Why?
You a little handful?

'Cause she finally saw
the real me, I guess,

and she really
doesn't like her.

TANNER:
We hit the trails in 10.

Use the outhouse, it's your last
chance at any comfort.

(sighs)

DAVENY:
We are formally pleading guilty.

LAMBERT: Great!
I don't necessarily see why

I had to come down
to hear that in person, but I--

And we'll be filing a motion
for a sanity hearing

at the same time.

You're kidding.

We can prove
diminished capacity.

Well, you're going to
have to, Rich, right?

I mean, you do understand that
a diminished capacity plea

completely shifts the burden of
proof off of me and on to you.

You know that, right?
Or maybe you don't?

An act in and of itself doesn't
constitute criminal offense.

Mental state
is just as important --

Okay, how about you get to
lecture me on criminal law

when I get to lecture you
about reading the green

when you're
fucking putting, alright?

-(chuckles)
-And my bo--

my boss is not going to
be happy about this.

Your boss doesn't like
anything, Frank.

We are motioning Monday.

The court will need time
to appoint an expert.

We already have ours,
we just need to find yours.

I'll be fine.
Don't you worry about me.

I just want to know
if your client

understands what
he's getting into.

Do you know the standard of
legal insanity in California,

Mr. Winter, hm?

Do you have any idea
what your lawyer here

is attempting to prove?

What the hell
are you doing, Frank?

I'm okay.

I feel okay.

Great, great!

Because I just want you
to know. Mr. Winter,

that you're going to
have to prove

that at the time that you
committed all those murders,

that you were laboring under
such a defect of reason,

from disease of the mind,

as not to know the nature
and quality of the act.

Basically, that you didn't
understand your actions

any more than would an infant,
a brute, or a wild beast.

But you know what?

I think you did
understand them, Mr. Winter.

In fact, I fucking know
that you did.

I want to talk
to Dr. Chance.

I bet you do.

Okay.

I will call Dr. Chance as soon
as we're out of here.

(line ringing)

-CHRISTINA: Hello?
-Hey, Christina.

Listen, I'm sorry this is

short notice,
but I just can't have

Nic coming over tonight.

Okay, I-I wasn't even
thinking about that. But--

I left her a bunch
of messages, but...

Can you just tell her that
I'll make it up to her?

I'll take her to Marin
this weekend or something.

I can't, Eldon,
I can't tell her that.

Why not?

If this is what you meant
by needing things to change,

this is not
how you do that.

I researched Clearview
thoroughly.

Oh, my God, Christina,
it's a reform school...

-No.
...disguised as therapy camp.

I don't understand --
-It's a reputable place

with a proven
track record.

I don't understand
how they let you do this.

How did they just take her in
without joint consent?

How long have you been
planning this?

What did you do?
You just --

You forge my signature?

Do you remember
Nancy Bart's son Tristan?

Of course, because
he was a meth addict!

That's right,

and she sent him
to Clearview,

and now he's applying to
Northwestern and Princeton.

I don't care where Nicole goes
to college right now

or even if she goes.

Of course, and why wouldn't
I have wanted

to have this discussion
with you?

Well, did you even
consider it?

Did you think maybe
I might have an opinion

about the mental state and
treatment of our daughter?

Of course I did.

I considered it
in light of the conversation

we had the other day.
Is that what this is?

You're getting back at me?
This is not about you!

Or it is because
I don't know who you are!

I can't trust you!
I don't think anyone can!

What you're doing
is not legal.

Okay, so then fight me.

Take me to court. Let's peel
back both our lives.

Let's have a judge decide
who should be in charge

of making decisions in
our child's best interest.

Me or you?

You can let yourself out.

Hey.

Detective Velerio.
How you doing?

Carl Allan.

Can I help you
with something, detective?

-Call me Sid.
-Alright, Sid.

I asked these guys
to let me know

if someone came for Kevin,
Detective Hynes.

You guys were friends?

Not of long standing,
but yes.

We met under complicated
circumstances,

but I liked him immediately.

He was an old soul.

You were friends, too,
obviously?

Yeah, for a long time.

He was my mentor
first, though.

Taught me
how to do my job.

I would've washed out
without him.

I paid him back for that by
treating him like fucking shit.

I'm sure you didn't.
I did, though.

And to top it off, the last time
that I saw him,

I basically bum-rushed him
out of the building.

He tell you
about Ryan Winter?

He did.

And now, apparently,
everyone else knows, too.

Will that vindicate Kevin,
do you think?

Absolve his memory?

If I have anything
to do with it, it will.

I don't care if I have to go
door-to-door

to every cop in the Bay Area.

(chuckles)

You gonna have a...
funeral or...?

Uh, cremation.

Maybe we should
take his ashes

to a bar and have a few pops
with him sometime.

(laughs)

In memoriam.

I think he would
like that very much.

Okay, well.

Whenever he's ready.

You're alright, Sid.

Carl.

Pleasure.

LAMBERT: I just wanted
to ask if it was you.

Is what me?
Are you their expert

on Winter's
diminished capacity?

Or, I should say,
one of their experts?

Case this big, there's probably
more than one, right?

Honestly, I don't feel
comfortable discussing this.

Nothing's official
at this point, anyway.

I get it.
I guess, you know,

I feel like I'm
playing catch-up here.

And I know you've been
with the guy from the jump.

I just wanted to take
your temperature about it.

You know, forewarned is
forearmed, and all that.

But, hey, I did not mean

to make you feel
uncomfortable, seriously.

And sorry I even
had you come over here.

I'll tell you what.

You don't have to tell me
anything,

and I'd like to offer you
a drink.

Sure.

Generally speaking, yeah,

I believe that Ryan Winter
suffers from several severe

and distinct
personality disorders.

Okay.

Well, do you think
his disorders

grossly disturb his capacity
to understand reality?

Did they cause severely,
legally relevant impairments

at the time
of his crimes?

Feeling uncomfortable again.

Okay, thought I'd try.

But, I am ready to say,
off the record, between us,

that wherever
Winter winds up,

he needs dedicated
psychiatric care.

Back on the record, the way our
legal system handles

mental illness is Byzantine at
best and cruel and unusual

at worst.
Well, I, uh, sort of

occasionally and unofficially
think so, too.

Don't tell my boss.
(chuckles)

HYNES: Mendota, 1990.

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

Maybe Winter
didn't kill Stevie,

or maybe
he didn't kill him alone.

Well, that's enough
fucking salad.

Oh! Hey,
I offered you a drink

and then I totally
didn't get you one.

What an asshole.
Look at that.

Somebody ganked
my other glass.

Fucking...
well, you know what?

Probably left it
in the coffee room sink.

Hold that thought.
I'll be right back.

(door opens)

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Crisis averted.

You know what?
I-I should probably get going.

You know, it's...

What the hell?
One for the road.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mendota, 1991.

Same time, same ages.

It all lines up.
(Carl humming)

The doc figured out
who that DNA belongs to.

Maybe.

Hynes' friend, guy
who works in the DA's office.

Never rains,
but it pours, huh?

Have you braced
Winter about this yet?

Winter's been transferred
to county jail.

He's isolated from
the general population,

he gets three one-hour visits
a week besides his attorney.

I'm seeing him Thursday.

Meantime, I got this.

This was in Lambert's mouth.

(sniffs)

Smells like ranch.
The question is,

who can help us with it?
Who'd want to?

Not to mention,

if this Lambert catches wind,
we're fucked.

I guess I could go
to Mendota police,

just throw myself on the mercy
of whoever Hynes

was talking to
when he was there.

I think
I might know someone.

A recent acquaintance.

One whose karma
is in need of repair.

What would you think of this
if you were ashes?

Hmm?

I think I would love it.

JODI: Stroke the bow around the
spindle back and forth quickly.

MAYA:
This isn't working.

It's going to take some time.
You'll have to keep at it.

-Get closer to the sawdust.
-Do we really have to do this?

You can eat
raw food and freeze.

Your choice.

Faster.

(blowing)

Aah.

(sighs)

Great.

Here.

How the hell did
you do that so quick?

This usually takes me hours.

Just lucky, I guess.

Oh, okay.

(line ringing)

WOMAN: The customer's voice
mailbox is full.

(door opens, bells jingle)

Hi.

What do you want?

I don't want anything,
I swear.

I'm just the messenger.

From who?
Your father.

My father who said
he would leave me the fuck alone

from now fucking on.

Is what he said you'd say.

And he told me to tell you
that's still true.

He also wanted me to give you
something.

It's in my bag.

I'm gonna take it out now.
Please don't

do anything.

Put it there.

Okay.

What is it?
I don't know.

He just said
that you should have it.

That it's yours.

Awesome.

Now get a move on,
while you can still move.

(cellphone vibrates)

Lorena?

You okay?

Where are you?

I'm coming.

Detective Velerio?

(indistinct conversations)

Yeah?
I'm Dr. Eldon Chance.

Carl Allan
gave me your name.

I wanted to talk
about Kevin Hynes.

What about him?
He was my friend.

And I think he was
yours, too.

Not when it counted,

but yeah.

Why?

Well,
I'm a neuropsychiatrist.

I was helping Kevin
look into Ryan Winter.

Okay.

He thought there might be
an accomplice.

What?

Nobody said anything
about that,

including Winter
from what I hear.

Where the fuck
does that idea come from?

**

(keys rattle)

(door clanks)

What's going on?

Are those my clothes?

They said...

**

I thought I had to wear
this now.

Don't know.

Guess somebody's
looking out for you.

Okay.

CHANCE: Victim's name
was Stevie Benjamin.

He was 13.

Mendota PD pulled DNA
from under his fingernails

that's still being stored.

How do you know that?

Which will match
the DNA on this fork.

The DNA that you say comes
from Winter's accomplice?

Does it come with a name?

Will you please
just run this

against the Stevie Benjamin
case?

If it's a match,
I'll tell you the name then.

What's the matter?

You scared or something?

What are you scared of?

Wait, do I keep on
the socks I'm wearing or...?

(grunting)

Please, just do this.

**

Fuck it. I owed him.

I'll do it, fine.

Thank you.

I'm not doing it for you.

No, I know.

I'm doing it for Kev,
not you.

I get kind of a hinky vibe
off you, doc.

**

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(door clangs shut)

Alright,
so I fucked up.

Listen, Maya,
it's not a big revelation,

but the more you're able to be
honest with yourself,

the more other people
will respect you.

Alright, who's next?

Nicole, you've been
pretty quiet.

Got a letter here
from your mom.

You don't need the letter.

There was this girl.
I thought she was my friend.

And I found out she was
spreading shit about me

all over the Internet,
so I broke her nose with a book.

I'm not sorry. And I don't like
this game. Or this place.

I'm a straight-"A" student,
not a drug addict.

But I would do what put me here
again in a hot minute.

Okay, so you believe
the punishment fit her crime?

Your former friend?

Yep.
So, violence was the answer?

Is the answer?

Well, if it means
making things right...

Making things right.
Hm.

What does that mean to you,
making things right?

Does that mean
she should apologize?

Take everything back, promise
she'll never do it again?

So, is that what happened
after you broke her nose?

Did she, uh,
make things right?

Well, you tell me what you think
I should have done then.

Just eat it?

What about what she did?
-What about it?

This is not the last time
something like this

is going to happen to you
or to any of us.

Terrible, painful,
unjust shit

will happen again
and again and again.

And the only part of any of it

that you will ever be able to
control is how you react.

You'd do what you did again
in a hot minute,

that's what you said.

But you said it to me here,
in this place.

And that girl,
whatever her name is?

She's at home, eating hot food
and sleeping in a bed.

You're here.

LORENA:
I have to leave soon.

It's bad for Paloma
that I'm here.

Los Cazadores must've
been looking for me

right from the start if going to
one stupid job agency

let them figure out
where I was.

How hard's it gonna be for them
to find me now?

I sold the car that Winter
gave me to Paloma's son,

so that should be enough
for bus fare

to get somewhere
far enough from here.

-Like where?
-I don't know.

Gonna decide at the last minute.
Keep it loose.

(dog barking)

This guy who's
looking for you...

It's the baby's father.

Yeah, him.

He have a name?

(children shouting)

Hector Ibarra.

Los Cazadores call him
El Martillo, "The Hammer".

I could -- I could tell you why,
but it's disgusting.

Well, you basically
just did tell me, so...

Me, he doesn't care about.

He wants the baby.

Any way
that he can get him.

I can take care of Hector.

I know that you think
that you can,

but even if you did,
it doesn't work like that.

-I don't care how it works.
-Los Cazadores,

they make people pay, okay?
But they pay, too.

There's always somebody
getting paid.

Here or there or -- it doesn't
matter, and you can't change it.

You can't stop it, so you better
not get in the way of it.

Not by killing Hector.
Not at all.

(dog barking)

You're a good man.

But I'll be okay, okay?

Just have to hide again.

This time long enough
for Hector to get tired.

(dog barking)

I know you think so,

but even if you could,

that's not how it works.

(indistinct conversations)

(sighs)

Deputy Sheriff Thomas.

Dr. Eldon Chance. I'm
Ryan Winter's psychiatrist.

We're supposed to have
a one-hour session --
Dr. Chance,

your patient committed
suicide last night.

Are you sure?

He used his own socks,
soaped the floor first,

so, yeah, we are.

Did he leave a note?

No, he did not.

D: If it makes you feel any
better, Lambert had probably

been cooking it up since he
found out Winter confessed.

(sighs)

What about any of this
can make anyone feel better?

Unless the coroner's report.
It might show something.

Injuries sustained
before death.

Wouldn't count on it.

End of the day, Lambert took
care of him like a boss.

And saved the city and state
millions of dollars.

That's all anyone will be
thinking about.

You talked to
that Detective Velerio?

With, uh, yeah,
I -- yeah.

He said
he's going to do it.

What's your deal?

Winter was sure that he was
going to a psychiatric hospital

because I told him
that's where Jaclyn had gone

after she
confessed to murder.

Then the last time I saw him,
I admitted it was a lie, so...

If it's easier for you
to believe

that Winter committed suicide
because of something you said

rather than that
he was murdered

so he couldn't dump Lambert
in the shit, well...

...I'm not going to tell you
to get over yourself.

But you should.

(indistinct conversations)

Thank you.

What's your deal?

Is it Lorena?

Carl said you found her.
Is everything okay?

Not yet.

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(door opens)

(door closes)

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(knock on door)

Right.
We had a plan.

I'm sorry, I...

Come on in.

It was my plan too, so...

I'm an idiot.

If I remember, we said
we were going to -- to pizza.

You want to still do that, or
you got something else in mind?

Did you already know
you were going to do this

when I hired you,
or did you think about it after,

like a reaction
to the pressures of the job?

Did you look at
all the fear around you,

the pain, the randomness,

and think, "I'm gonna become
a fucking vigilante"?

You and your henchman.

Your big, bald hitman

who crippled Matty Willis
and Wade Pardo

and almost killed
Anton Spangler.

-Kristen, plea--
-No!

You cannot believe
that I would ever hurt you.

I don't know what you'll do.

You want me to explain?
I don't know how a doctor

whose calling --
no, whose responsibility it is

to heal can explain this?!

You have risked everything
I've worked for my whole life.

The clinic I built,
the community.

That was not my intention.

The only hope
for all these people

whose lives were almost
destroyed, and for what?

For those people.

For them.
For Clara Santiago.

What are
you talking about?

Clara is not afraid
anymore.

She can sleep at night.

She's starting to heal,
she's starting to trust.

Because you hurt
the man who hurt her?

Yes.

Because you turned him
into a victim?

Your victim?
-What about us?

Who helps us when we sit
in so much misery

that it starts to leak out
around the edges?

Don't tell me you haven't
felt the weight of that.

Of course I do.
That's when I go somewhere

and sit on a beach and thank
my lucky fucking stars.

I'm not talking about burnout.
I'm talking about

a fundamental shift
in psyche.

There are no excuses,
there's only reasons.

It's only a threshold,
after which I cannot sit

and inhale my patients' pain
without doing something,

without at least
breathing it out.

So, yeah,
I breathed it out.

And in that breath
was fire.

And I liked it.

I thought because we weren't in
love that I saw you clearly.

But you have always been this
person and I never even noticed.

I just handed my respect
and trust

and my patients over because I
assumed they'd be safe with you.

Patients are safe with me.

No! Stop saying that!
Stop justifying this.

(footsteps receding)

(door opens)

I'll have somebody
pack your office.

Don't come back
to the unit.

Not ever again!

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Merry Christmas.

(shells rattle)

Oh, shit.

Black Talon nines?

They discontinued these.
How'd you find them?

I'm a magic magician.

They come with strings.

Barrio Cazadores,
you know 'em?

Fuck, yeah.

They're the bad shit.
Why?

Someplace local they hang?

You might find some
at that gun range off 680.

Maybe a couple at Romero's
on the southside.

Where's their place?

La Cerve, off 16th,
but...

don't go there.

Okay?

(indistinct conversations)

Hey.
You got any more room?

Sure.

Here.

Hey, I'll be right back.

Okay.

Hey.

I just...
I wanted to apologize.

That's unnecessary,
but thanks.

What you said last night, my
former friend, her mom told her

basically the same thing once.

Consider the worst
possible consequence

and if you can live with it
before you act.

And that made
a lot of sense to me.

Well, we all struggle

with remembering that, Nicole.
I have, too, you know.

Taking responsibility is
how we turn things around.

That, and remembering to let
other people help us.

Bruce.
Ride's here.

JODI: Alright, we're leaving
in 10 minutes.

Grab your packs.

Anyone that needs to use
the bathroom, go now.

Make sure you put
those fires out.

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(knock on door)

Hey.
Hey.

You know how I was
looking into that

big, bald bad guy
thing for you?

That VOVC goodwill thing?
Yeah?

I did a deep dive
into their computers.

Went into
their patient lists.

I started making some phone
calls off-the-record.

Well, you're not going to
fucking believe

what I found out.

(rap music plays)

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Hey, dumb shit,
that's our Dumpster.

Sorry, man.
Just looking for some food.

That's our food,
dumb shit.

(grunts)

Hector Ibarra?

You --

El Martillo, you know him?

You expecting him here?
When?

-Hey!
-Where is he?

Hey!

(groans)

You gonna cut that donkey's
throat or what?

You're supposed to be
the doorman.

How you gonna be
a doorman

if you can't watch
the fucking door?

And you?
Asking about El Martillo?

Fuck you, too.

Lorena.

Lorena?
What about her?

First I speak with Hector.

(chuckles)
First no knife, big guy.

(knife clatters)

Good. Good.

(stun gun crackles)

(grunts)

We have joint custody!
She does not have the legal --

She does not have
the legal right

to send our child out of
the state without my consent.

Now, will you put Nicole
on the phone, please?

Well, then, you drive out there,
you get her,

and put her on the phone!

Or you know what, I will!

I will drive up there with
my lawyer right fucking now!

Dr. Chance?

Sir, I'm Detective Lacey,
this is Detective Mendez,

San Francisco police.
Can we talk to you, please?

Talk to me about what?

If its's okay with you,

we'd rather do it
at Bayview Station.

Well, no, it's not okay.

Am I under arrest?

You can be if you want.

On what charge?

The aggravated assault
and battery

of a man named Dawson Pitt.

Okay?

So, what's it going to be?

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Sir?

(rapping indistinctly)

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(rapping in Spanish)

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