All language subtitles for Chance.S02E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Previously on Chance...

So, it sounds pretty fun.

Friday night?

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

PEPPER:
People have been talking.

Something they heard about that
happened at your old school?

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

This one's mine.

Ryan Winter.

D:
Fucking Hynes is obsessed.

Whole timeline on his wall
about murder

and where this Winter
was when.

CHANCE:
You broke in to his place?

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

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

Tell me what you see.

Josefa, how's it going?

He caught me
wearing makeup.

My husband, Ronny.

CHANCE:
I'm looking for Josefa Pefaur.

I'm her psychiatrist.

We had an appointment.
She didn't show.

Is she inside?
Is she okay?

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

right now.

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(streetcar bell dings)

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(sirens wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

(police radio chatter)

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WOMAN:
No, I thought it was two.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

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MAN: Her husband, Ronny.

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WOMAN: Was it a robbery?

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Hey. Hey.
Are you Ronny?

Stay the fuck away from me.

I'm trying to help you.

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

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

Look.
I'm Josefa's therapist

at the Victims
of Violent Crimes Unit.

You know what that is?

(sirens wailing)
Don't run!

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

Just stay where you are.

I didn't do this, man!

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

She was my wife.
I loved her!

I-I did stuff, okay?

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

I know. I know.

I know you didn't do it,
Ronny.

But you just got to
let me help you.

Where were you?
Where you in the building?

Fuck.
I'm so fucked, man.

OFFICER: Hey!
Don't move.

CHANCE:
You got to tell me quick.

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

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

Put your hands up.
You the husband?

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

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

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

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

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

What? Hey!

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

Detectives gonna want
to speak to you, too.

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Did Mrs. Pefaur
ever tell you

that her husband
had threatened to kill her?

No.

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

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

(telephone rings)

Did she ever say
she was worried

her husband might kill her?

Does Ronny Pefaur have
an alibi?

Is that a "no"?

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(sighs)

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Plenty more
where this came from.

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

And I know "addressing
the welfare of the patient"

means protecting
confidentiality in perpetuity,

but right now,

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

is dead with her head
almost cut off.

So here we are.

Ronny Pefaur's alibi is

he says
he was playing cards

with some friends
at a chop shop in Bayview.

You don't believe him?

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

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

(siren wails)

I...

I have another patient

who was in group therapy
with Mrs. Pefaur.

Now, recently, I gave him
a projective psychological test

involving
interpreting images.

When I saw Josefa's body,

it was posed --

it was posed exactly
like one of the images.

I can get you a copy.

This patient --

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

assault, rape, abuse?

(sighs)
No.

Okay.

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

No.

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

No, I -- No.

Okay.

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

that something kind of looks
like something else.

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Put up against a guy
on probation for battery

with a history
of beating his wife,

whose neighbors
called 911 on him for her

26 times in 3 years.

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

And here,
mine's the one that matters.

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(siren wails)

(horn honks, construction
equipment rattling in distance)

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

this sick, murdering fuck
down the aboveboard way,

so I'm doing
what needs to be done.

WINTER: I envy you.
(sniffling)

At least you know
who to be scared of.

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

Talking about this
so much...

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

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

(bus horn blares)

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(keys clack)

(indistinct chatter)

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(engine starts)

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What if it was this Ronny?

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

No, this was Winter, D.

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

Not because he was commiserating
or sharing out of empathy.

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

We know Winter's
a sick piece of shit.

Does Ronny really have
an alibi?

Yes, actually, he does.

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You ever have
one of those moments

where, suddenly,
everything makes sense?

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Fuck me.

You know
what would be interesting

is if we were compare
this shit

to the coroner's report
on Blackstone.

Depth of cuts,
nature of wounds

as in what caused them --

single blade, double blade,

serrated edge,
curved versus straight.

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

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

I saw a soul in distress.

You had
my sympathies,

and you still do.

Save it, Pops.

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

You're that natty,
older gentleman

who crashed his car

into some Romanians
out at the beach.

Manny, Moe, and Jack.

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

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Josefa Pefaur.

What the hell
does that mean?

She was a patient of mine
at the clinic.

She was murdered
in her apartment.

I was at the crime scene.

I got a glimpse
of the body.

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

He reacted
to something in her story,

and then
the drawing provoked

something
he couldn't articulate.

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So, what now?

How about now,
Winter goes away?

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning somebody stabs him
in the fucking eye.

He goes away
when I say he goes away,

in the court of law
where I can see it.

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

He doesn't.
Neither do I.

Well, fantastic.

So, where do we start?

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(horn honks in distance)

Well, first thing is
that I have to keep Winter

out of the clinic.

Your problem is that the cops
decided to hang this

on Josefa's husband, Ronny.

He has an alibi,

but no one seems that inclined
to believe it.

Well, did he tell you
what it was?

I believe it.

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

and he'll actually
be jazzed

to have a client
who didn't do it.

I'll call him tomorrow
because tonight,

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

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And if you're riding along,
big fella,

know this...
(coin clinks)

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You ever break
into my apartment again,

I'll stab you
in the fucking eye.

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(footsteps)

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Hey, Nicole!
Nicole!

Hey. Didn't you
hear me calling you?

Guess not.

I feel really bad about
what happened with Jason.

It's not about him.

Well, still, whatever.

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

My advice?
Just move on.

Forget about it.
Seriously.

Just like
it never even happened.

How can I?

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

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

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

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

Nobody even asks me
for mine.

I'm not a psycho.

Look. I get it.

We have all done
dumb shit over guys before.

(chuckles)

So your shit just got
a little bit dumber.

Who cares?
Trust me.

In two days,
everybody will be on

to somebody else's
dumb shit, okay?

Okay.

Hey. Uh.

Let's go get some pizza.

(indistinct conversations)

Come on.

Okay.
(chuckles)

(conversations continue)

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

(chanting)

(music continues on radio)

What is this shit?

What?

What is this shit?!

It's his music.

(chanting continues)

(button clicks, music stops)

What the fuck
are you doing?

Look, I'm not gonna sit here
and listen

to "The Best of Cries
from Hell."

What the fuck?

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

to tag along, but I don't.

Keep talking, asshole.

You're about five seconds away

from the most humiliating moment
of your life.

Listen to me,
you big fuck.

I got no problem
pulling the car over right now

and putting a bullet
in your fucking head.

Fantastic.

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

You can do it there.

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

Jesus Christ!

(tires screech)

Get the fuck
out of this car.

Let's go.

Guns on the hood.

(horn honks in distance)

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(clanking)

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(clanking)

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Will you two
just fucking knock it off?!

Listen.

I'm here
because you need me.

He's here
because I need him.

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

and go do what we came to do.

This ain't over.

I mean, how the fuck

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

Come on.
Let's go.

(footsteps)

(car door opens)

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

I know.
I'm sorry.

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

Just remember that
when shit goes south.

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(Latin hip-hop music plays)

(man singing in Spanish)

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(valve squeaks)

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(speaking Spanish)
(music stops)

Look, nobody's gonna get
in trouble.

All's I need you to say

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

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

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(bones crack)
Aah!

(indistinct shouting)

(clattering)
(man groans)

Aah!

Don't move.
Don't move!

(metal clatters)

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Fuck.

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(sighs)

(car alarm wailing
in distance)

You know, you move good
for a big guy.

Fast, actually.

Thanks.

(keys clack)

(wailing continues)

Oh, now, what is this?

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I'm Oscar.

Ronny's my boy.

Plus,
he owes me 1,200 bucks.

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

so, yeah, I'll help him.

What do you need me to do?

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(indistinct conversations
in distance)

WINTER:
Is it me, or is this place

a little more...

somber today than usual?

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(telephone ringing in distance)

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One of our patients was murdered
night before last.

(breathes deeply)

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

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

Josefa Pefaur.

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Josefa Pefaur...

(gasps)
Oh, the Brillo-pad woman?

Uh-huh.

I am so sorry
to hear that.

She seemed nice.

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As I recall, you two talked
quite extensively.

Yeah.

Misery loves company.

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

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

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You seem more relaxed
than when we last spoke.

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Must be the massage I got
last night.

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In any case,
group is canceled today

in light
of Josefa's death.

You want to take a walk,
you and me?

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

Uh-huh.
Okay.

Nobody mentioned anything
about that.

Well,
I'm mentioning it now.

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(inhales deeply)

Okay, sure.

Do you want to wait for me
in the lobby?

I just got to make
a quick call.

Yes.
Take your time.

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(cellphone buzzes)

Yeah?

CHANCE:
Winter is here in my office,

cool
as a fucking cucumber.

No shit.

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

But there's something
I noticed --

change rattles him.

It's pretty common
in obsessive-compulsives,

but it might be something
we can use --

some way of disrupting
his routine,

getting under his skin.
Gaslight the fucker.

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

Already out the door,
Doc.

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(birds chirping)

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CHANCE:
When you were first admitted

to the hospital,

I ordered a PET scan.

Allows us to look
at the glucose uptake

or metabolism in the different
areas of the brain.

You see that area there?

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

WINTER:
What about it?

Well,
it's pretty interesting.

Hypermetabolism in the front
part of the cingulate

correlates
to obsessional thinking.

Hypometabolism,
low glucose uptake,

suggests
a lack of empathy.

We're basically talking
about the way

that ideas and emotions
link up.

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And this is related
to decision-making?

Yeah.

Impulse control.

Impulse control.
Okay.

So, what does this show,
exactly?

Well, it suggests, maybe,

a certain lack of empathy

combined with a need
to take control.

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An ability to take risks,
do dangerous things

while remaining
emotionally detached.

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Kind of sangfroid
with attention to detail.

And this is a result
of my attack?

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

It sounds like
you're describing a psychopath.

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All this does is
it just shows a proclivity

for certain kinds
of behavior.

(scoffs)
It's just science.

All the events
and experiences we have,

they also shape
who and what we become.

It's not just nature.

You also need some...

destructive nurturing
to become a psychopath.

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

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

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What's not your fault?

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My glibness.

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I'd say that's possible.

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Can I ask you something?

Um, I'm a open book,
apparently.

(chuckles)

Are there things
you've done,

things -- things
that you don't understand,

things that make you go,
"Why?

Where did that come from?"

(horn honks)

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Bad things, you mean?

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Not necessarily.

Our moral decisions

are essentially
emotional decisions.

It's just rooted
in our ability to --

to know what another person
is feeling.

That part of your brain
is compromised --

Listen, I-I, um --

I'm not pulling the wings
off of flies,

if that's what
you're asking.

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Of course not.

(gate whirs)

(birds chirping)

(door closes)

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(device chiming)

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(clothing thuds)

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(birds chirping)

(lid pops)

(indistinct chatter)

(door closes)

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

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-Oh, there he is.
-Mm.

Eldon Chance, this is...

Hi, Frank Lambert,
Assistant District Attorney.

This is Barry Gilyard.

He's our
chief investigator.

I've been telling them

about the outstanding progress
you were making with Josefa.

Yeah.

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

She was really starting
to take control of her life.

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

under better circumstances,
but the good news is

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

so I'll be prosecuting
that case personally.

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

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

They rarely do.

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

was to see if you could
give us any information

about Josefa's relationship,

uh, from a doctor-patient
perspective.

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

Ronny Pefaur
had a history of assault.

He's got multiple arrests,
some prison time,

but Josefa never said
he used a weapon against her.

Why would he suddenly
attack her with a knife?

Well,
sometimes a perpetrator,

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

they take it
to the next level.

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

A knife guy
might go and get a gun.

We call it
"conflict escalation."

So do we.

GILYARD:
This happens all the time,

just like the accused

trying to finger
somebody else.

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

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

He's floating a story about
being on a bus

and seeing his wife walking
with some white guy,

but by the time he got
off of the bus,

they were gone, of course.

So you don't believe him?

No, sure I do.

Also, Nicole Brown Simpson
was murdered

by Colombian drug dealers.

Okay.
(Kirsten clears throat)

Look, I just want to say

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

but you guys here

are one of the few
absolute goods in this world,

so, I know it's tough,

but keep on doing
what you're doing.

That's kind of you to say.

And we should go.

Thank you for your time.
(clears throat)

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

Thank you.

(indistinct conversations
in distance)

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(indistinct conversations)

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Oh, my God,
I am starving.

(chuckling) Dude,
what did you order?

Just plain pizza,
I swear.

I seriously think
they forgot about us.

(chuckling) I know.

Oh, my God.

(bell dings)
WOMAN: 54!

(sighs)

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Order 54!

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So, you're still friends
with him?

No, uh, but, I mean,

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

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

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

No, I get it.

Sorry.
That was stupid.
No.

(bell dings)
WOMAN: 57!

Oh, that's us.

Finally. Jesus.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

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(cellphone chimes)

YOUNG MAN: (laughs)

Thanks, guys.

(conversations continue)

(bell dings)
WOMAN: 58 and 59!

(footsteps)

Order up!

Here we go.
(grunts)

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What's up?

You got a text.

Oh.

Sorry about that.

You never mentioned
you knew Jamie Stahl.

Oh, yeah.

Why?
Do you know her?

(bell dings)

From Havenwood.

My old school.

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Yeah, uh,
my cousin and her

do, like, aerial gymnastics
together or something.

I don't know.
It's weird.

But I met her,
like, one time,

then you know
how it is --

All of a sudden,
they want to be

best friends
on social media

and all that bullshit.

(young woman laughs)

YOUNG MAN: Okay, cool.

You did it.

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W-- Did what?

You spread that shit around
about me and John.

Dude,
what are you talking about?

You know
what I'm talking about.

Why would you do that
to me?

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

Nicole, chill out.

And then just sit here,
acting like my friend?

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

You are not my friend!

You are an asshole.

(scoffs)

(laughter)

Whatever,
stalker freak.

(laughter)

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RONNY:
I already told the cops.

(scoffs)
They didn't care.

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

You're a drug addict

with a history
of domestic abuse.

How many fucking times
do I have to say it?

I did not kill her.

Well,
they think you did.

RONNY: Yeah.

We got to change
that line of thinking.

(indistinct conversations
in distance)

I'm gonna show you
a photograph.

I want you to tell me

if this is the guy
you saw walking with Josefa,

but you got to be
absolutely sure --

Show me
the fucking picture, man.

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That's him.
You're positive?

Fuck, yeah, I'm positive.

Because what's
a motherfucker like that

doing in my neighborhood,

walking with my wife,
with --

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

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

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

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

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

As we speak,
a competent Legal Aid attorney

is trying to get you bail.

(sighs)

I might have to thank you
after all, Doc.

I'm not doing this
for you.

I'm doing this
for Josefa.

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

**

Listen to me, Ronny.

What you did
was unforgivable.

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

maybe not
for killing her,

but everything else.

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That was not love.

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(door creaks, thuds)

(cellphone ringing)

CHANCE: Yeah.

It's Ryan Winter.

I need to see you
right away.

Are you okay?

You sound upset.

I am fucking upset!

All right.
Are you at home?

I'm in Pacific Heights
at the moment.

I can come to you.

I can't come
to your office?

Why not?

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

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

It's just easier
if I come to you.

Fine.

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(sighs)
I'm being fucked with.

What do you mean,
"fucked with"?

(sighs)

Someone's
broken into my house

and taken things,
moved things.

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Did you call
the police?
No.

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

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

Well, it is
if they stole something.

You should call.
No.

What they stole has no value
other than to me.

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

They moved things --

belongings,
possessions.

They were here.
Now they are here.

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

or me forgetting
where I put things.

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I think it's him.

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Who?

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

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He is the police.

**

It's Detective Kevin Hynes.

He used to be SFPD,

but he was transferred
to the southeast suburbs.

(sighs)

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

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

but I'm concerned
that this might be an extension

of your head trauma.

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

I'm telling you,
this Hynes guy,

he's like...

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

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

(sighs shakily)

I hate this.
I hate feeling weak.

I hate feeling
fucking scared.

I hate feeling
like a victim.

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

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

(sighs)
Come on. Just...

**

(exhales deeply)

It's okay, Ryan.

We're gonna work
through this together.

You once told me
I have your trust.

Is that still true?

**

(sighing)

**

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

in Emeryville
with my mother.

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

He was running in a circle

round and round
the platform.

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After a while,
we could hear the train coming.

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And...

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I remember the boy
still circling,

you know,
as it got closer.

And then...

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

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

and tossed him
in front of the train.

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(quietly sobbing)

**

(high-pitched ringing)

**

(body thuds)

(ringing stops)

(breathes deeply)

(sobbing continues)

(breathes sharply)

(sighs)

It was hard.
It was really hard.

(sighs)

But I figured it out.

I found a way

to calm myself,
to cope.

We should talk
about that.

Some other day.

Today,
I think I'm done.

(keys clack)

(door opens)

(indistinct conversations
in distance)

You're a fucking lawyer?

I'm your lawyer.

Chuck Haden.

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

It's okay.

I'm Legal Aid.

I'm replacing
your public defender on this.

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

Oh, we got plenty
to fight 'em on,

and Judge Salandrigas and I,
we surf together,

so that'll count
for something.

(breathes deeply)

Am -- Am I getting
out of here?

Yeah.
Your mom posted your bail.

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

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

But you got to be smart,
though --

no drugs,
no more incidents.

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

Mm-hmm.

Shit.
I know how to do that.

Good.
Sign there.

(pen scratches)

(thudding)
(doorbell dings)

(door closes)

(thudding continues)

(horns honking in distance)

(thudding continues)

(thudding continues)

**

(grunts)

Hey.
I didn't hear you come in.

You looking
for the Doc?

Not here.

(thudding resumes)
Figured.

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

I don't know why
people carry cellphones

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

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct shouting
in distance)

(sobs quietly,
sniffles)

I wouldn't do that.

There's no crying in here.

(thudding resumes)

(chuckles, sniffles)

(horns honk in distance)

That would hurt.

That would be the idea.

You ever hit a person
like that?

I have.

He still alive?

Some of them.

(thudding continues)

So where do I get
one of those?

What is that,
a nightstick?

(breathing heavily)

Depends.

Why would you want one?

(honking continues)

(inhales deeply)

(voice breaking)
There's this asshole at school

who's done
some shitty stuff,

bullied me or whatever.

Great opportunity
for a life lesson.

Anytime
somebody bullies you,

you should thank them
every day.

**

You're joking, right?

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

who's giving you
an actual challenge.

**

Everybody else
is anesthetizing you,

hugging the power
out of you,

making you weak.

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

people stop giving you
a hard time?

Learn
to stand up for yourself now,

and give it
right back to them.

Otherwise,
shut the fuck up.

**

(notes play)

(breathing heavily)

This is a baton.

For your purposes,
it's probably not ideal.

People will identify it
as a weapon right away.

That can be a problem
down the road.

Your best offense --
look around.

That doorstop,
straight to the temple.

Base of that lamp,
shot to the kidneys.

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

**

Anything can be a weapon.

**

(indistinct conversations)

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

and Lambert can put Winter
at the scene,

it's only a matter of time

before the shit heel
is behind bars.

(glasses clinking)
(upbeat music plays on stereo)

Which is good.

(music continues)

What's the matter with you?

(conversations continue)

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

(breathes sharply)

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

where Winter
ought to be.

I mean, he is --

you know,
he's a monster,

but he's also
a deeply disturbed man.

Aren't we all?

Locking up the mentally ill

goes against
my professional principles.

Well, having him committed
goes against mine.

D: Don't get excited,
but the waitress

described the wing sauce
as "mischievous."

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

Winter said you took
something important.

A rock.

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

HYNES:
What kind of rock?

You tell me.

(music continues)

(conversations continue)

W-Why did you take this?

It was
prominently displayed.

(music continues)

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

Bury the lead,
why don't you?

He mentioned me by name?
Yep.

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

Get ready
for the fallout.

What's one step down
from Fremont PD?

Mall cop?

(sighs)

Did he, uh,
happen to say anything else?

Yeah,
he told me a story.

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

He saw a woman --

(music continues)

He saw a woman
throw a young boy

onto the tracks
in front of an oncoming train.

(scoffs)

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

I don't know.

He cried on my shoulder.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

(dart board thuds)
(women cheer)

CHANCE: He said it happened
in Emeryville.

Got to be
more than one of those.

How many of them
have train stations?

(clears throat)

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

If that woman was arrested,
there --

there'll be records
of that.

RONNY:
They ain't got dick, man.

They had to let me walk.

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

(exhales sharply)
Yeah.

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

Yeah, they --

(lighter clicks)

Yeah, um...
Mm.

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

**

Um...hold on, man.

**

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm gonna call you back.

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

(grunts)

(screaming)

(loud thud,
screaming stops)

**

**

CHANCE:
What are you talking about?

It was the middle of the day.

There are no witnesses?
HYNES: None.

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

One thing for sure

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

but solved.

Solved?
That is fucking bullshit.

**

What they mean
is they have a guy,

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

And Winter is off the hook
again.

Welcome
to my fucking world.

**

(sighs)

(gate whirring)

(birds chirping)

(whirring continues)

It really freaked him out,
what you did.

I talked him down.

He couldn't explain
why all of a sudden

I was moving
all of his shit around.

(vehicle passes)

Can you?

Look,
I don't give a shit,

but I can't lose
this job.

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

to take care
of this kid.

(dog barking in distance)

Just don't do it again.

In case you get hungry.

Hope you like mustard.

Hey.

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

'Cause you're not scary.

(footsteps)

(door opens)

KIRSTEN: Memorial for Josefa
will be held tomorrow.

I know not all of you
knew her,

but it would send
a strong message of support

if you could get as many staff
members as possible

to the services.

Also, it would be nice

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

And finally,
I just spoke with SFPD,

and the rumors are true --

Apparently, her husband
committed suicide today.

Though it might sound
like justice...

What's going on?

...it's simply
more violence.

Maybe read a memo
once in a while.

You could've had cake.

For what?

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

in Josefa's name.

**

Jesus.

(indistinct conversations)

**

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

Josefa struggled with it daily.

**

The fact that she was making
such great progress

only to fall victim
once again

makes it
all the more devastating.

To lose Josefa,
especially in this way,

is traumatic for us all.

Here, we try to find safety
in each other

as a first step
in finding safety in the world.

Hey, take a bow.

Your good work
made this happen.

**

(quiet laughter)

**

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

**

Luckily,
there are people out there,

like Mr. Winter,

who make it possible
for us to heal those in need

through their generosity.

I know
this is a time for grief,

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

(applause)

**

**

(chuckles)

**

-Oh.
-Oh!

(whimpers)

Thank you.

**

(high-pitched ringing)

**

**

* None of us seems fine

**

* None of us is good

**

* Most of us are nice

**

* When we feel
we really should be *

**

* Nice won't get us far

**

* 'Cause none of us is fine

**

* None of us is fine

* 'Cause none of us is fine

**

* None of us is fine