Previously on "Chance"... Dawson Pitt?
Yeah.
(grunting)
He puts the San Francisco Police on me, I'm not gonna make it.
If it's between holding out or prison,
eventually I'm gonna tell them whatever they want to know.
And I can't leave my daughter.
Just because you're not going to juvenile hall
doesn't mean we can go back to the way things were.
Mom, Help me!
You have to trust me!
-Mom, please, no! -(Crying)
You ran away?
LEXI: Got all the way to the Colony,
the squatter house in Oakland.
Bullshit-free living.
LORENA: I have to leave soon.
D: This guy who's looking for you.
Hector Ibarra. He wants the baby.
I can take care of Hector.
I know that you think that you can.
You can't stop it, and so you better not get in the way of it.
No more talking to Dr. Chance. That is over.
D: Lambert took care of him like a boss.
He was murdered so he couldn't dump Lambert in the shit.
CHANCE: It was Stevie Benjamin.
The DNA from under his fingernails
will match the DNA on this fork.
If it's a match, I'll tell you the name then.
DET. LACEY: Dr. Chance? Can we talk to you, please?
Talk to me about what?
The aggravated assault and battery
of a man named Dawson Pitt.
**
MAN: Stand right here for me, sir.
**
I need both your thumbs at the same time.
Just relax your hands.
Now your right four fingers.
I'm gonna roll them all individually for you, sir, okay?
I -- Yeah, yeah, okay.
DET. LACEY: We showed Mr. Pitt what we call a six-pack --
six photographs of people all the same race,
age, height, coloring, characteristics.
We asked him to point out if the man who attacked him
was one of the six, and he picked you.
Had you ever met Mr. Pitt before that night?
How will I know when my lawyer gets here?
Will he show up to this room,
or will they pretend they don't know where I am
until you're done with your questions?
Going to take you to booking now, sir, all right?
When your lawyer shows up, I'm gonna have the desk sergeant
tell them to meet us down there.
-All right. -Come on with me, this way.
(vehicle passes)
(phone rings)
(beeps)
WOMAN: Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
(beep)
Hi, it's me. If you ever check your messages,
you probably know by now that I left that fucking place.
And if that's what you thought --
if that's what you thought would help me,
well, you're wrong.
I have a place to stay for a while,
and this isn't my number.
The camp has my phone.
And maybe that's a good thing, 'cause right now,
I really don't want to talk to you, Dad.
But I just -- I thought you should know I'm okay.
(shouting in distance)
**
(indistinct talking)
You looking for a ride?
I can help you out.
Come on now.
Uh, I'm good.
Hey, I can see you're good, just by the way you walk.
(speaking Spanish)
(grunts)
CAPTAIN: You awake, pendejo?
Huh?
The fuck were you thinking?
You say you know where she is, and then not tell?
(breathing heavily)
Fuck it, man. He's out. I need a smoke.
Don't go anywhere.
Chico, keep an eye on this fucker.
He comes around, say something.
(indistinct talking)
(door clangs shut)
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, well, I hope you feel better than you look!
I doubt it.
I'm sorry. I was expecting Christina.
Did you call her?
Yeah, well, she's not interested in helping...
at all.
(sighs) Got it.
(indistinct talking)
You mean, you posted my bail?
-Um, meh. -How?!
-You know -- -Where'd you get the money?
I've been saving a lot of money for a security deposit
so I can move out of my mom's place.
And I was pretty -- I was pretty close!
But it's fine.
Lucy, th--
(speaking Korean)
"Even monkeys fall from trees," or whatever.
That is a fact.
This is dead.
I need to check my messages.
Here.
I'm going to get you your money back.
I promise you.
Yeah.
-Can you...? -Yeah.
How much did you put up?
Um, $8,000.
Jesus, Lucy.
(phone vibrating) I don't know what to say.
You are a wanted man.
(vibrating continues)
(knock on door)
What?
She's okay.
(sobs) You saw her?
No, but she, uh -- she called.
She left a voicemail.
She didn't say where she is.
Uh, she didn't say where she's headed,
but she said she's going to reach out
as soon as she gets settled.
She sounds pretty angry at both of us.
But she called you. (sighs)
That doesn't mean anything.
You don't get to come in here and tell me what things mean.
We don't know where she is.
And you just got out of jail?
Well, I think maybe I understand
what she might be thinking right now.
Right, no, you -- you understand.
You -- You keep telling her that the dangerous, furious way
that's she's acting is -- it's natural.
It's chemical, it's -- it's not even her fault,
because...she's exactly like you.
Which leaves me,
and I don't understand anything. -Christina --
No, I don't, I don't understand anything anymore.
I just -- I-I sit here
and I wait for the next thing to happen.
(grunting and shouting)
(sighs)
Since I am alone, I'd like to be alone.
(grunts)
I'll call you if I hear anything.
**
Aaah!
(grunting)
(gun cocks)
**
Our problem is you went to that club looking for Pitt.
And he didn't start the fight, you did.
(sighs) So, if all this goes south,
what am I looking at?
Okay. Well...
Anywhere from six months to two years.
Depends on the judge's mood.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah. But let's cross that bridge when we get to it.
For now, is there anything else you want to tell me?
Anything I need to know?
Yeah.
There's been an issue recently at the VOVC.
Past patients, the people who hurt them, victimized them --
They've been attacked, beaten.
Okay.
By who?
You?
Wait, don't answer that.
Does anyone think you were involved in these attacks?
Or think they can connect you to them?
**
Yeah.
And she's pretty upset about it.
Okay. So, what is she gonna do
about what she thinks she knows?
WOMAN: I don't know where she is!
MAN: It's like sandwiches, stuff like that.
(indistinct talking)
(knock on door)
You serious?
Hi. I heard maybe I could stay here.
My friend gave me this address.
Lexi?
(indistinct talking)
Um...
if you want it, there's space on the second floor.
Okay.
But that's all it is.
Just space, it's not a fucking dorm.
Well, I can take care of myself.
(chuckles)
Yeah, you're gonna have to. Come on.
LAMBERT: I got to be in court by 2:00.
But it matched.
It did?
The DNA on the fork you gave me
matched the DNA from the Stevie Benjamin case.
So, now, tit-for-tat. Whose DNA was it?
Frank Lambert, Assistant District Attorney.
Frank Lambert that I know?
Uh-huh.
Frank Lambert? (chuckles)
Shut the fuck up.
Are you pranking me? Is this a prank?
It's not a prank.
When Stevie Benjamin was killed,
Frank Lambert was a teenager living in Mendota.
So was Ryan Winter.
He was in foster care under the name "Matthew Debbs."
They both knew Stevie Benjamin.
I think they killed him together.
I couldn't figure out why Hynes
would go out to Winter's house the night he was killed,
but if Lambert called him, if his friend Frank called him,
he would have gone.
Fuck.
(door opens)
I was afraid you'd be gone already.
(scoffs)
I was at the bus station when you called,
about to go to Vegas.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Do you even know what you did?
Pretty sure I do.
Those men you killed?
They belonged to Hector.
And he belongs to someone, too. Where I come from --
Everyone belongs to someone else,
and once his bosses find out what you did,
they're going to put a price on your head
and every gangbanger in the East Bay
is going to come after to collect it.
I wanted to help you, and I will.
Whatever it takes.
"Whatever it takes."
"Whatever it takes" is Hector dead.
Awesome.
It's not a joke. I know.
If -- If we're gonna do this,
we have to ask first.
To go after Hector, we have to ask for permission.
You can do that? I can try!
But it's gonna have to be in person,
and it's gonna have to be down in TJ.
And if it doesn't work, then that's it.
There's no more running, there's no more anything.
Okay.
So, let's go.
Let's go before I change my mind.
(zipper opening, closing)
"D" -- what is "D" anyway?
What is it, D-E-E?
Or is it just the letter "D"?
If it's just the letter,
then it's gotta have to stand for something,
so what does it stand for?
**
Okay. (chuckles)
Okay, so you're just going to come with me,
and we're going to go and ask for permission to kill El Martillo,
and you're not going to give me your full name.
Mm-hmm. This is crazy, you and me, whatever.
I don't even know what is this.
It feels like a story or something, it's not even real.
**
It's as real as it gets.
**
(sighs) Oh, fuck.
-Cool. -Careful not to spill there.
Sid! Look at you.
God, you're in court more than you are on cases these days.
What can I say? I guess I just feel most alive when I'm under oath.
-(chuckles) -This is Art Barnes.
He's up here from Mendota PD.
-Hey. Mendota? -Yep.
You're kidding me. I'm from Mendota!
Oh my Go-- come on in. You want to come in?
Come on.
How can I help you guys?
We got something we want to talk to you about.
Wait a minute, Sid. I'm sorry.
I just want to go out on a limb here.
Now, you show up in my office,
you got a detective with you from Mendota.
Now, that doesn't happen every day,
so I'm thinking... cold case, right?
And being from Mendota,
there is only one case that I ever heard of
or can even think of that comes close to fitting the bill.
So, I got to ask, is this about Stevie Benjamin?
Yeah.
Wow. Hmm, great.
Well, how can I help?
We've got a problem.
Well, you're in my domain here,
so I can make things happen.
What do you need? Search warrant?
You've got a problem.
(chuckles)
I got a problem?
Okay, what's my problem?
In '91, DNA was taken from the fingernails of Stevie.
Long story short, comparative analysis brought it back to you.
How do you explain that, Frank?
(scoffs)
Wow.
(sighs)
I mean, you guys knew that we were friends, right?
Stevie and I?
We played basketball every weekend and most weekdays,
including the day that he went missing.
And when I say "play," we played.
I mean, there was tripping, elbows,
except, um...
Except what?
I don't -- Look, it's taken me a long time
to get over this, okay?
The way I left it with Stevie that day.
(sighs)
Long story short, we were playing like we always did.
We got into it over a jump ball.
Punches were thrown, Stevie got pissed,
he took off, and that was it, you know?
That was the end of it.
It happened a hundred -- hundred times before.
I just figured... (sighs)
I just figured he'd get over it by tomorrow, you know?
And then -- Or I'd say I was sorry, but...
I guess tomorrow never came.
Anyway, I'm sorry, guys.
You must have thought -- I don't know what you thought.
But I got no answers.
Just sad memories.
Anyway, I got court,
so I'm afraid I got to cut it short right now.
But I'll see you guys out.
And I want to thank you guys both for coming.
I know it's a long way.
**
Hey, uh, if you wanted my DNA,
I would have spit in a cup for you, Sid.
All you had to do was ask.
I mean, we're supposed to be friends, aren't we?
You have a safe trip back, Detective.
**
(shouting in distance)
**
(chuckles)
(knock on door)
CHANCE: So, what does that mean? What do we do now?
Nothing. There's nothing we can do.
If Lambert had said that he didn't know Stevie,
that he'd never crossed paths with him,
we'd have the DNA to call him a liar.
But he said that they were friends.
He explained it away.
And you believed him?
No. And he knows it.
But we got nothing else, and he knows that, too.
You know, hearing about Stevie's murder
when I was a kid --
Living through that fear made me want to become a cop.
**
I never thought I'd find his killer.
(glasses clink)
I thought that was bad enough,
but...now I know it wasn't.
Now I know there's something worse.
LAMBERT: Did Winter say anything about it when he confessed to you?
No.
What do you think?
Do you think he -- you think he had an accomplice?
Jesus!
What happened this time?
I got stupid.
He got jumped by Barrio Cazadores.
It's a long story, and it isn't finished yet.
What does that mean?
It's fine. I'm gonna fix it.
We're heading down to Tijuana to work out the details.
-Is that a smart idea? -Yup.
I need to get my stuff.
What's up?
Velerio went to Lambert with the DNA results.
Let me guess.
Lambert slithered out from under him somehow.
So, that's it then.
Lambert was ready for us before we even knew he existed, doc.
He's out of our reach.
So don't beat yourself up.
Hynes of all people would understand.
You went to the wall over this.
I got arrested.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Aggravated battery.
I'm out on bail now.
Apparently Dawson Pitt picked me out of a photo lineup.
Sounds like you should come to Mexico with us.
Can't. Got to go to court.
Lucy posted the bail, so she's on the hook for the money.
I-I get all that, but you should still come.
Why?
What are you even going there to do?
Not important.
It sort of really is important, actually.
Don't tell me this is some kind of cartel thing.
Christ!
Have you and she ever even been to the fucking movies?
Why are you trying to argue about this, doc?
You said Pitt picked you out of a lineup.
You got an alibi I don't know about, or an evil twin?
So, you're just gonna go to court and see what happens?
I'll tell you what happens --
You're going to prison, leaving your daughter --
the thing you've said you'd never do.
Two years. That's what they say.
But your name's not going to come up,
whatever happens, I promise you that.
What the fuck, doc?!
I don't -- Honestly, I don't regret it.
I don't.
I don't regret what I've done
or what I've asked you to do on my behalf.
I'm guilty of it.
I'm gonna take responsibility for it.
That's probably the best thing I can do for Nicole right now.
Pretty stupid, getting locked up and leaving her
over a fucking moral abstraction.
Is it?
An abstraction, I mean.
Because it feels real to me.
I felt guilty because I wasn't able to do more.
So I did more.
And I reinforced the cycle of fallout
that we're all trapped in
because I wanted to have control.
But I didn't have control 'cause no one has control.
But...
So, why you did it doesn't matter?
All intents and purposes,
you and Matty Willis are the same?
And Wade Pardo and Lambert? Because you're not.
Everyone's got to take responsibility
for what we're doing, for what we've done to each other.
And I can't ask of other people
something that I won't ask of myself.
I can get money, doc.
You can pay Lucy back on the deal,
but you need to come with us.
No, D, no.
What you did, what we did --
you were just trying to help.
Yeah, I was trying to help, but I didn't.
And so that means you should go into the system?
You can't just show up
and tell me I'm supposed to leave you here to that.
Doc, I get that you want to atone, to do penance,
but find another way. There has to be one.
Please!
It'll be all right.
No, it won't.
(sighs) You should probably go.
**
What the fuck are you doing here, Eldon?
I told you, "Don't come back here"! I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry all of this landed on you,
but I'm gonna make it right.
I'm going to plead guilty to assaulting Dawson Pitt.
You d assault him!
Just because you're throwing yourself on your sword
doesn't make that go away. -It's gonna end this.
It's going to take the attention off you, off the unit.
It's going to let your donors and your grant writers relax.
It's not just Dawson Pitt! It's all of them!
It's your bald friend still roaming around the streets
like some kind of assassin.
This is all me.
It starts and ends with me.
That's for the police to decide...
for a court, for a judge.
Well, that's up to you.
(scoffs)
So my choice is to sit on what I know,
become another one of your accomplices,
or watch this place turn into a punchline,
undermine everything that it stands for.
**
Leave. Or I'll call security.
(door opens)
D: So, you ready to tell me who we're going to see?
A friend from when I was a kid.
He used to live in a Catholic orphanage and later the street.
At mealtime, my grandmother would feed him also.
We were close.
(Brian Jonestown Massacre's "Anemone" plays)
* I wanna know how you feel
**
* 'Cause I
* I only play it for real
**
* You should be picking me up
**
* Instead you're dragging me down *
**
You were close.
What happened?
("Anemone" continues playing)
(sighs) We grew up.
I went to work for my tía Lina in her business,
coyotaje -- smuggling people into Cali.
She did it right. She took care of people,
didn't cheat them, and he went to work for the cartel.
Now he runs the interests
for the cartel in Tijuana and El Norte.
But Cesar never forgot us, my abuela and me.
He never forgot what we did for him
when he was young... and helpless.
Is he friends with Hector?
Hector is... useful to him.
**
And what about you?
Am I friends with Hector? No.
**
What happened with him?
He loved me, and...
I thought that I would be all right.
I thought that I could deal with it,
but I couldn't.
**
I can't.
**
(shouting in distance)
Lorena.
(speaking Spanish)
Gracias.
This is my friend D.
The man with the pencils, right?
It's nice to see you again, Lori.
You left without saying goodbye.
I'm sorry. I know.
And I know it wasn't easy.
Not for Hector, either.
All he wants to talk about is you.
And about the baby.
His baby.
You know what you're having yet?
A boy.
Wonderful.
And does Hector know?
That you're having a boy?
So, is that why you are here, maybe?
To ask me to persuade him to leave you alone?
There is no persuading Hector.
No, there is not.
Why he's so good at what he does.
(chuckles) I know.
I know the way things are.
I've come to ask for permission to change them.
(chuckles)
Change them?
Only one way to do that.
I can replace El Martillo,
but if things don't go how you want,
can your child replace his mother?
If things don't go the way that I want,
my child won't ever know that I existed.
So...
**
You try.
And I won't stand in your way.
But if you succeed,
you come back and work for me.
No matter what the business is, the business is coyotaje.
No.
She wanted out. She was out. She stays out.
Martillo goes away, it'll be on me.
I'll owe you then, but not her, not anymore.
If you can take care of El Martillo,
you might be worth something...to someone.
My guess would be you and I never speak again.
D: How often does he come here, do you know?
Once in the morning and once at night,
but it's been a long time since I've been here.
I don't --
Hector.
He's careful.
I'd say his guys have some training.
I like how they carry themselves.
You like it?
I don't.
I don't like any of it.
How can you go up against so many?
(music plays indistinctly)
Maybe...
Maybe we should go back.
When he's not here?
One guy in charge with a gun.
That's it?
One guy, one gun?
Everybody knows this is a cartel safe house,
El Martillo's house.
So Hector doesn't need a big crew to hold it.
It's just the fear is enough.
There's a car behind us.
I think they're following us.
D!
**
They're still there.
**
There's no turn here.
D, there's no turning here!
What?!
**
Kai, Raf, Jaimito,
Gomez, Snake, Triple E.
This is Lorena.
(sighs) You stupid shit!
(men chuckle)
I'm sorry.
This is the tribe. Some of it, anyway.
I called them to come down from Oakland.
I wasn't going to underestimate an opponent twice in one week.
Let's see what you brought.
**
D: Beautiful.
Great.
All right.
We'll meet back here tomorrow night.
Copy that.
**
(engine starts)
**
(truck departs)
My name is Darius Pringle.
Apology accepted.
**
(phone rings)
WOMAN: You have one new message.
(beep) NICOLE: Hey, Dad, it's me.
I thought it over, and I realized
I wasn't being very responsible.
I should have at least told you where I was going.
TAS: She's up there.
I'm in Oakland.
I'm staying at this house on Argyle Street, 4051.
(indistinct conversations)
I'm using someone else's phone, so don't bother calling back,
but I just thought you should know where I am
in case of an emergency.
**
CHANCE: Hey.
Nic, I swear to you I had nothing to do
with the decision to send you to that camp.
Your mom -- She didn't tell me about it
until after she'd done it.
And I drove out there. I was -- I was gonna come get you,
and I -- (sighs) I got arrested.
What?
I -- I beat someone up.
(sighs)
Oh, babe.
Oh, God, it's good to see you.
How're you doing?
I'm okay.
Listen, Nic, I am going to plead guilty.
Why?
Because I am.
Because I did it, and I needed to stop.
Yeah, but, so you go to prison?
Uh-huh.
For how long?
I don't know. Could be two years.
It could be less. It could be less!
Hey, listen, Nic, you're -- two years.
Two years, you're going to be eighteen.
All right, you're going to be starting out
on a whole, new stage of life.
Maybe we can take that step together.
(voice breaking) Yeah, but what happens until then?
(sighs)
Dad, no.
Dad, no, I-I can't live with her, you know that!
Yeah, I know. Listen, listen.
Look, I know you're -- I know you're angry.
(sighs)
But people fuck up, all right?
It's the -- it's the distinguishing characteristic
of our species.
And bad decisions, they can come from malice
or sometimes love, but if you think hard,
you know deep down what side of the line your mother lives on.
**
(sniffles)
And I know that you're not the only one who feels lost.
Dad, I can't!
I can't just go back to her like it didn't happen!
Honey, you can't stay here.
Well, I-I could stay with Carl and D.
No, baby. Carl's with his family. D's in Tijuana.
Well, then, here.
Dad, you're going to prison.
Here is the only place.
**
Well, then, where?
**
Thank you, Lucy. It means a lot
just knowing she's here with you
until she figures stuff out with her mother.
I-I can't tell you -- -You don't have to. I get it.
I mean, hmm, I don't -- I don't get it,
but I assume that I will one day
and, in the meantime, actual free babysitting.
I got something for you.
(trunk opens)
What?
Now, if you want to sell this,
I would ask for 8 grand to start with.
If you want to keep it, I bet it will appreciate.
It's a painting I bought with Nicole.
It used to hang in my living room.
It just makes me happy, I don't know why.
You should keep it.
I don't think they're gonna let me decorate.
Oh, um, yeah, okay.
Uh, thank you.
Listen, I-I understand how your parents feel,
but I think they're wrong.
Besides the occasional lapse in judgment,
I think you could really help people.
And you deserve that.
I think you should go back to school,
you should get your degree, and get out there,
and you can be for patients what you've always been for me.
Yeah. Okay. I will.
Good.
**
Anyway...
**
And I want you to figure out how to be in the world
in a way that doesn't hurt you.
You deserve that.
**
JUDGE MATHEWS: Dr. Chance, to the charge
of aggravated battery, how do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty? -Guilty.
By entering a plea of guilty, you'll be giving up your right
to have a trial, do you understand?
I do.
Accordingly, I find the defendant
is acting voluntarily
and that he fully understands his rights.
Therefore, I accept the plea of guilty
to the charge of aggravated battery
as outlined in docket number 401217.
I see the state has submitted their sentencing recommendation?
Yes, Your Honor.
Given the violent nature of this crime
and the serious injuries Mr. Pitt sustained,
we ask the court for the maximum sentence of four years.
I understand that both parties want to present witnesses
to help with my sentencing recommendation.
Mr. Jakes, I have your list of names here.
Yes, Your Honor.
And the prosecution would like to present someone,
Ms. Saavedra? -Yes, Your Honor.
I expect Dr. Clayton to be here shortly.
KIRSTEN: Did you look at all the fear around you?
The pain, the randomness, and think,
"I'm going to become a fucking vigilante"?
Mr. Jakes, are you ready to proceed?
Yes, Your Honor.
And there are people here today
who have asked to be heard on behalf of Dr. Chance.
ALEX: When the lawsuit against Dawson Pitt fell apart,
my dad just, like, went dark.
SANDRA: 'Til I started working with Dr. Chance,
I'd -- I'd wake up screaming every single night.
My son had just turned 13 when I got shot.
Not anymore.
GRETCHEN: I had to stop taking BART to work
because I was scared of everybody who got on.
CLARA: People were nice in the beginning,
but they got tired of it.
JIMMY: Dr. Chance, he sat down with Eddie on his own time
to talk him through it.
I'm not saying people should break the law or whatever,
but I-I feel like I know why he did what he did.
KIRSTEN: You've risked everything I've worked for my whole life.
The only hope for all these people
who have almost been destroyed, and for what?
I think he wanted to stand up for us -- for me and my dad.
Dr. Chance helped me realize who I am,
other than just a victim.
**
Ms. Saavedra, where are we with Dr. Clayton?
Dr. Clayton left a message that she won't be coming.
If it pleases the court -- -I'm moving on.
-Yes, Your Honor. -Good.
I'll consider the additional testimony provided,
reconvene in two days' time for sentencing.
(gavel bangs)
(brakes squeal)
(speaking indistinctly)
(indistinct talking)
**
(gun cocks)
(indistinct shouting)
You can turn around.
(dog barking)
(speaking Spanish)
It was you.
Oakland, huh?
The man looking to die for some pussy.
I'm not the one who's gonna die.
Not yet.
You want to live? Take her and go.
She means nothing to me, worse than a Tijuana whore.
But sometime soon, when the time is right,
I'm coming for my son.
That is my best offer.
Mine...is you get to pick how you die.
I'd like to gut you like the fat fuck you are.
Your asshole friends can shoot me when you're dead.
Awesome.
(grunting)
(dog barking)
(barking continues)
(knock on door)
Hey!
What do you want?
"What do I want?" I want to come inside.
It's about to start pouring.
Come on.
Thanks.
You know, you probably already know this,
but you do not live in a good neighborhood, my friend.
I got your address. I thought it was a mistake.
You know, cops call this block "Pill Hill". So --
Why are you here?
Why are you so hostile?
And why are you surprised to see me?
This is what I do for a living, okay?
I'm in the closure business.
Like, uh, that DNA shit?
That started with you, right?
What DNA shit?
Come on.
Show me your phone.
Wake it up, close all the windows.
Yeah, see, that's a good, little app, right?
Person could do real damage with that.
Put it on the table.
Okay.
Now, where were we?
Oh, I remember!
Sid Velerio and that fucking hump from Mendota
coming to my office, trying to entrap me.
That was good.
Were you behind that?
The DNA started with Hynes.
I just wanted to finish it.
Why do you care?
What is it that you think that you know about me?
That you killed Travis Weber.
The better I got to know Winter,
the stranger Travis' death seemed to me.
It was expedient. It was nonspecific.
It was out-of-character for him.
It was not motivated by any pathology
but by self-preservation.
But if it was you...
**
(breathes deeply)
Poor Travis. When he got out of the hospital,
he was scared, he wanted to leave town.
So, someone from the DA's office
offered him a free plane ticket and a ride to the airport.
Was that the only time?
Was wh the only time?
That you were there, with Winter.
When something feels that good,
does a person ever just do it once?
No.
Especially if it's part of a shared psychosis.
I'm sorry.
What'd you call me?
Folie à deux.
Madness of two people.
One individual is psychotic, is dominant.
The other one is suggestible, susceptible.
They're both operating under the same delusion.
Winter's madness drove him, but you exploited it,
you capitalized on his trauma for your own purposes.
He wanted to get out of it,
but you made sure that he wouldn't,
couldn't, all the way to the end.
Why would I do that?
Hmm? Why would I do any of that?
Because you wanted to.
Because you like it.
Because your entire neural network
is conditioned to that now.
When you were entrenched with Winter,
your reactions, sexual and psychological,
were all responses of power and terror.
Now he's gone.
So you're alone with your desires, your responses.
**
You're going to be staring down the barrel
of the rest of your life
without anyone to help you achieve them.
What a thing it is, in life,
to find even one person who understands your darkest heart,
let alone two.
You're right.
He is gone.
But I'm not alone.
I wouldn't do that to myself.
Come on, doc.
You think I don't know how to plan for contingencies?
You know, if there's one thing that I've learned from my job,
it's how to prepare,
it's how to play the long game, right?
He is gone, but I'm not alone.
(echoing) But I'm not alone. But I'm not alone.
The only real folie à deux here
is not between Winter and me.
It's you and Winter, doc.
And your shared delusion
is that you told him that he was worth helping.
And he believed you.
**
(echoing) What is it that you think you know about me?
You know, if there's one thing that I've learned from my job,
it's how to prepare,
it's how to play the long game.
(door closes)
**
Come on, doc, you think I don't plan for contingencies?
You're right. He is gone.
But I'm not alone.
**
When something feels that good,
does a person ever just do it once?
JUDGE MATHEWS: Mr. Jakes, have you heard from your client?
JAKES: I spoke to him yesterday, at which point he clearly stated
he would be present at today's hearing.
Have you spoken with him today?
I have tried to reach him repeatedly, Your Honor,
but, as of yet, I have not been able to.
(indistinct talking)
Then I have no choice but to suspend my decision,
levy a fine of $10,000,
and issue a bench warrant for Dr. Chance's arrest.
(gavel bangs)
**
Hey.
Where is he?
**
Shit.
Just a scratch.
Big scratch.
Couple big scratches.
So you finally skipped bail, huh?
You figure out a way to get it right --
what you did to society?
**
Sort of.
Fuck's that mean?
It means Lambert.
He's not gonna stop.
**
-- Captions by VITA --