Previously on "Chance"...
Winter admitted that his coping mechanism is killing.
He never actually said a number.
He did name one, though... Catherine.
I've got this friend Frank at the D. A.'s office
who doesn't completely hate me yet...
I c... I can ask him.
Katherine Atkins.
I'd like to know how she died.
And also, whether there were, uh, rocks in her throat.
The first guy you picked.
- The drug dealer. - Spangler.
- Put his mom in the ICU. - Yeah.
I told you that is not the type of guy who's gonna be persuaded.
I found Wade Pardo.
He was working in Daly City, at a garage,
and then somebody showed up and threw him a beatdown.
Same thing happened to Matty Willis.
Those who live by the sword, die by the sword.
Don't you ever wonder?
Why I would throw away a 30-year career
and let my life go to shit over your boss?
Come meet me right now and I'll tell you what you don't know.
- Aah! - Pepper's parents are pressing charges.
We'll figure this out.
There's a path here, Ryan.
- A path to becoming whole. - What do I do?
You just walk into a police station.
Ryan Winter.
He was asking for somebody to come out to his house.
He just said that he needed to talk to somebody.
About the things that he's done.
You deserve to be there, man.
- Where's Frank? - He's right there.
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Frank, no, don't!
Probably should've thought about "Frank, no, don't"
before this, huh?
Like before you started yapping your mouth
about how that bike's not mine
and I just can't go taking people's shit,
like you're the fucking policeman of the world!
- Stop it! - Fuck!
Hey, Matthew.
What'd he do?
Saw me take Chris Anton's bike.
Said he was gonna tell the cops.
Now he's for sure gonna tell the cops. Aren't you, Stevie?
Stop it! Help!
Please, anybody!
Please help me!
Anybody, please!
Please help me!
Help!
Aah!
"I was in bed, but I wasn't asleep."
Ryan.
I was i...
I was in bed, but I wasn't asleep.
"I heard something out in the hallway.
Footsteps."
I heard footsteps in the hall.
"Not Lyndsay's. I know what hers sound like.
So I got worried.
I got up, I went out there."
I knew it wasn't Lyndsay.
So I got my gun.
No. Hey.
Don't skate over this, buddy, okay?
Please. Please take this seriously.
Now, we are so close
to being done with this guy.
And he just made it so easy for us.
The only person who can fuck this up right now is you.
Garage door open.
Ryan, I...
I've been driving around for hours.
Um, we need to talk.
About things I...
Some things I...
Some things that I...
We have...
I'm so sorry.
Hey, hey.
I'm so sorry.
Ryan.
Mm-hmm.
Did you hurt...
Is someone there?
Who is that?
Oh!
This doesn't hurt us.
We just need to rethink it.
We need to rethink it, nail it down, call it in.
But we can't wait too long.
So, here's what happened.
Your faithful assistant, she tried to defend you,
and Hynes killed her.
You ran to her,
and you... you thought, you know, maybe there was time.
So her blood... Her blood on you makes sense.
Okay.
Go back to the beginning.
Let's go.
I was in bed, but I wasn't asleep.
I heard something in the hall.
Lyndsay's voice.
She was shouting something.
Then it just... cut off.
Good. I got scared.
I got up, and I went out there.
Again.
Thank you.
Hey.
I'm Kym.
Nicole.
Why're you here, Nicole?
What'd you do?
Broke a girl's nose at school.
Why?
Just mean-girl shit.
A girl I thought was my friend did something to me.
Spread rumors about me.
So you broke her nose?
Cool.
How?
With a book.
You hit her with a book?
Shit.
A big book?
Yep.
Well, there aren't any books here, Nicole.
So you won't be pulling any more stupid shit like that.
Probably not.
Definitely not.
- Hey. - Oh!
Say it.
Say it!
Now what?
Come on!
Come here!
You stay back!
Don't do any more. Get back!
- What? - You tell me.
Tell you what?
There's something going on.
- Something like what? - You want me to come over there?
You just keep it the fuck up.
You hurry out of here with the bags hanging off you
'cause your daddy found you.
And now you're back here like nothing even ever happened.
You're gonna tell me.
Did you kill him?
Is he dead?
You know, I don't care if he is...
- He's not. - Why not?
Because we talked and came to an agreement.
He leaves me alone forever, he stays alive.
Oh!
And you trust him to honor that?
Should I conclude from that
there's been a shift in your view of the world?
I wouldn't.
Something happened.
At the house.
Something fucking bad happened at Winter's house!
Every time I feel like I know where I am with things,
I'm wrong.
One thing I know for sure is that I fucked up somewhere.
Obviously I fucked Nicole up.
Before I even realized
that fucking her up was a thing,
I'd probably already done it.
Really?
'Cause being here for this isn't enough to shut it off?
I'm sorry.
You didn't fuck her up.
Yeah, right.
We did.
No, we didn't.
I did.
What does that mean?
She gets it from me.
Everything she's done in the last year...
everything that's happened to her...
...I, uh... I passed it to her.
It's filtered through her.
Right.
'Cause you stalk people.
You're a stalker and...
Yeah, I am.
I did.
I was not much older than Nicole is now.
It was a patient. An ER patient...
- Stop it. - ...at Mass General.
I was their resident, and we dated.
Come on.
And when she broke up with me, I stalked her.
I was arrested.
I was hospitalized.
And I attempted suicide.
It's not a joke.
You're telling me this now and...
Have you told Nicole?
- Yeah. - When?
And she knows, and I didn't?
Did... Did you even think of telling me first?
Did you even think of telling me when we met?!
When we were dating?!
When I maybe would have wanted to have a say...
- I... - ...for my own decision-making process?!
I was..
I was afraid of how you would react.
I didn't want to drive you away.
You think?!
I know this is a lot to take in.
But this is... This is fixable.
We can fix this.
Hi, guys.
Sorry. Come on in.
So, there has been a new twist.
The prosecution's now asking for six months to a year
in juvenile detention.
- What? - A year? Wh...
No!
What about the... the mitigating factors?
- The social-media stuff? - Yeah, I said that.
There was an incident in holding with Nicole last night.
Oh, my God!
- What the hell happened? - Oh!
It's okay. I'm okay.
So, she gets beaten up in jail, and it's a strike against her?
Taken together with the assault charge,
this looks like it speaks to a pattern of behavior.
So, they are offering an open plea deal.
What does that mean?
She pleads guilty.
Then the state will forget the fight in detention,
take into consideration all of your recent volunteer work,
and hand your case directly to a judge.
Is that a good thing?
She's seen to be cooperating.
It also makes it easier for the prosecution.
Takes the case out of their busy hands.
I want to take it.
The deal. I want to do it.
- Hey. - Please.
All rise
for the Honorable Judge Ronald Stavian.
Come.
Please be seated.
I understand the prosecution has offered an open plea deal.
How does the defendant feel about that?
The defendant has decided to accept it, Your Honor.
Great. Back for a sentencing hearing in two days.
Lorena got to work,
and there were cops all over Winter's place.
Plus a coroner's van.
She saw him wheeling out two body bags.
And she doesn't know who was in them?
She didn't think it was the best idea
to start asking cops a lot of questions.
Being illegal and all.
Where is she now?
I sent her home. Told her to sit tight.
Said I'd call if we found out anything.
Jesus.
I'll call Hynes. See if he knows anything.
Somebody better know something.
Hey. Who's this?
Eldon. A friend of Kevin's.
Is he there?
This your cell you're calling from, Eldon?
Yeah.
How well do you know Kevin?
Well enough to know that he's a homicide detective,
recently retired, and would not let anyone use his phone.
When was the last time you talked to him?
I... Uh... yesterday.
Is he okay?
This is Detective Solis, Eldon. SFPD.
And I have some bad news for you.
I feel like we don't eat as well as we should.
- Maybe. - I don't know.
Feels like if we put good stuff in,
we'd feel better.
No, for sure.
If I ate more organic food,
no way I would've assaulted Pepper.
Honey... Can we just not analyze me right now?
I think you need to give me a bit of a break. All right?
A... A mother never wants to feel the way I feel.
Which is helpless.
I-I don't know what to do.
Well, you've always been helpless.
You know, this isn't actually about me.
You did something awful.
No, what I did was dumb.
But I stood up for myself.
When have you ever stood up for yourself?
Hey!
That's not fair.
Life isn't fair.
Yeah.
Over the past several years, Detective Hynes has waged
a consistent campaign of harassment and stalking.
My client made multiple official complaints against him...
one just recently, which resulted
in Hynes being asked to leave the job.
I talked to Hynes' supervisor in Fremont.
- She confirmed that. - Yeah.
D.A.'s office was also informed of that complaint
at the time of Hynes' "retirement."
Hynes underwent mandated psychological evaluation
three years ago off this issue.
So I hope the SFPD has a good explanation
as to why he wasn't let go then.
Look, not a whole lot to debate here.
I spoke to my boss.
And given what we've been discussing,
she's not particularly inclined
to bring charges against Mr. Winter.
And we're gonna take our lead from them, so...
Glad to hear it.
Now, if you can keep the press out of this,
maybe my client can see his way clear to forgetting
how mishandled all this was pretty much from the jump.
Absolutely.
Let's go, Ryan.
We'll need your house for another 24 hours, Mr. Winter.
If you don't have somewhere else to spend the night,
- we can try to... - You don't have
to worry about any of that. But thank you.
I just want to say, Mr. Winter,
how sorry I am for all of this.
- What?! - Hey, pal.
Told you we'd be okay.
- Didn't I tell you? - Yes, you told me.
Well, now I'm gonna tell you something else, pal...
No more talking to Dr. Chance, do you hear me?
I said, "Don't do it," and you did it anyway.
And maybe it was fun for you while it lasted,
but that is over.
Do you hear me?
I hear you!
Hey.
Surprise!
Guys, can I... Can I steal him for a minute?
Thank you guys so much. Come on!
Hey! Frank.
You recognize?
What are you... What are you...
Come here! Bring it in.
My God! It's been so long.
Did you watch that whole thing?
Yeah, I did.
I can't even program my own fucking remote,
and look at you.
You're... You're like a wizard.
Seriously, Matty, this is impressive.
Oh, sorry. I know.
I know it's, not, uh... not Matty Debbs anymore.
It's... Ryan Winter, right?
How did you find me?
I-I work for the D. A.'s office here, believe it or not.
And, also...
you haven't changed as much as you think.
Ah, come here, come here.
- Come here, come here. Yeah. - Absolutely.
- Um... - What?
Okay, then why? Why did you find me?
- Do you want some money? - No. Hell, come on.
Matty, please.
Well, I'm... Don't insult me.
...not trying to insult you.
I'm just wondering what you're doing here.
I just came to tell you something, okay?
Something that a couple detectives,
they came into my office a few days ago and told me.
It's about a woman.
She was found dead up near Stinson, all right?
Mother of three.
Her throat was slashed wide open.
And somebody had crammed a bunch of rocks down inside.
Yeah.
Now, I know it's sentimental, probably.
The rocks. And... And I get it.
But...
it's too specific.
You know? It's too idiosyncratic.
And it is too easy to identify.
You understand?
So you can't use them anymore, okay?
Not unless getting caught is what you want.
But if it's not...
then you and I should talk.
Thank you, Mr. Spangler, for coming in.
I'll be honest.
It was pretty weird to hear from you.
Why?
Because your mother was my patient?
Yeah.
I just hope you know there's been a lot of fucking water
under the bridge since then.
After what happened to me, I got clean, I found clarity.
I'm not that guy anymore who could do that to her.
I'm glad, Mr. Spangler.
But that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
The attack.
You filed a police report?
Sure. But they didn't do anything.
- What did the man look like? - Big.
6 foot, 300 and change.
Bald, tattoo behind one ear.
Beastmaster of a guy.
Had you ever seen him before?
No. I thought he was gonna rob me.
But then he starts talking about my mother...
how I-I beat the shit out of her
to... to make her sign the house over to me.
"How did he even know about her?" is my first thought.
But then I got too busy trying to defend myself.
I deserved what he gave me. I know that now.
I don't want to thank him or anything.
But I do think about things a lot.
Dr. Chance.
I called.
Lucy said you were expected in by 11:00.
What's going on, Ryan?
You look very upset.
Um...
What we had talked about, what I was going to, um...
I won't be able to now.
To... To turn myself in. For what I...
I'm really sorry.
Why?
What happened?
That cop, the detective... Hynes...
He, um...
He broke into my house. Lyndsay tried to stop him.
I
I was in bed, but I wasn't asleep.
I heard something out in the hall.
She tried to defend me, and he...
he killed her.
Hynes killed her, and then he attacked me.
Came over to me. I didn't know what to do.
- I tried to fight him off. - Why are you here?
- So I shot him. - Why are you here?
- What do you mean? - What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
- I just want to talk to you. - You shot him?
- I had to! - You shot him?!
He came after me. You don't understand what happened.
The last time we talked, you were ready to confess.
You said you were going to.
- You seem very... - You were gonna leave.
You were gonna set your life in order.
Then you come here and tell me this?
- You seem... - What happened between then and now?
You seem very angry. Please don't be angry with me.
- I am angry! 'Cause you're lying to me! - Please. I'm not lying to you.
Don't lie to me!
What was Hynes doing at your house?
Huh?
What was he doing there?
You said I could be whole, but how can that happen now?
I can't get there.
Look what I did. I killed a cop.
He's one of them. They're gonna make me burn.
- Bullshit! Liar! - You don't underst...
I wanted to more than anything!
Not for me. For you.
You're the one I trust. But I can't.
I just can't.
I can't.
How bad you hurt him?
Not bad enough.
You think he'll tell the cops?
If I had to bet, I'd say no.
Oh, and it was kind of strange.
He actually... He apologized to me.
And I think he meant it.
Did he fucking apologize for killing Hynes?!
No, he... No.
He will.
And then he'll be done.
Look, Hynes...
Hynes wanted everyone to know what Winter does... what he did.
And he wanted Winter to be alive to tell them.
We owe it to Hynes to do it the way he wanted.
If we can. So, then what?
What the fuck are we doing?
Tell me we're doing something.
Yeah, we are.
We will.
I have an idea. A Hail Mary pass.
In the meantime, I need you to do something for me.
You know the girl that Nicole hit?
She pressed charges.
Nic could go to juvenile detention for a year.
If it happens, it's gonna happen tomorrow.
That's not good.
Wish I could help.
Yeah, well, you can.
Remember, location is more important than force
when it comes to strikes.
An open hand to your opponent's ear
can be just as effective as a left hook to the jaw
if you're trying to disrupt their equilibrium.
You.
Good.
Every girl in the zoo is gonna be sizing you up.
Trying to figure out where you fit in the pecking order.
Like what happened to you in holding, but worse.
You have to project... confidence.
Perception is reality,
and perception is formed right off the bat.
You have to figure out who to impress and who to knock off.
How?
By paying attention.
Who are people afraid of?
Who's the enforcer?
Who's sitting together at meals?
And if you're ever in doubt
about if somebody wants to hurt you, hurt them first.
So, you've been in jail before?
No. Arrested a couple of times, but it never went that far.
Then how do you know all this?
Because the rules in there
are the same as they are on the street.
But with higher walls.
I'm scared.
That's okay.
You should be.
Just don't admit it.
I'll be right back.
I just need to blow my nose.
Hola. Esto es Lorena. Deja un mensaje.
Are you sure he really doesn't mind strangers in his house?
Well, I'm sure that he's out of town,
- and so it don't matter. - Okay.
Here's the thing. He's fine with it.
Okay, well, I can't stay too much later, though.
'Cause if I get back late,
my sitter seriously gouges me, so...
Back to the babysitter, okay.
- Let's go. - How... How did you...
Or where did you guys meet, anyway?
Your... Your rich friend?
Believe or not, we knew each other as kids.
And he wasn't always rich.
He was just like me. Come on in.
Here we are.
Thank you.
Oh.
What's... What
There's something on the floor.
Whoa. All right.
I'm not into whatever this is.
Okay. Please!
Stop! Let me go!
Please! No!
Stop!
All right.
Put her down.
Cover her.
Come on!
He met one of my patients
in group therapy at the Unit.
I showed this picture to the detective
investigating Josefa's death.
McClendon.
He told me that if Winter had no prior record of violent acts,
he never threatened Josefa or anyone else,
then the police couldn't act
on any information I was giving them.
When he killed her, he posed her body to mimic this picture
that I'd shown him as part of a psychological evaluation.
Oh. I mean, I see what you're talking about.
But, unfortunately, it's the same for me, you know.
You say that he confessed to you,
but you legally can't give me any specifics.
And the truth is, without specifics,
I'm... I'm basically hamstrung.
I don't know what to tell you. I feel bad.
You go out on a limb, and the detective smacks you down,
and here I'm smacking you down, but I don't know.
I'm really sorry.
So... can I ask you, is this how you and Kevin met?
He was sniffing around on this Josefa Pefaur case
because of Winter?
No. We... We met last year.
He was investigating a case.
- It was unrelated. - Hmm.
A psychiatrist was murdered in Berkeley,
and he wanted to know if I knew them.
I didn't.
I see.
And then he reached out to you again
when he found out that Winter
was under your care at the hospital.
Is that it?
More or less. This fucking guy.
This fucking guy was like a dog with a bone with this shit.
But he was right.
I thought he was crazy to begin with,
but when I saw Josefa, I knew he was right.
Way before Winter confessed to me.
Yeah.
It was hard not to believe in Kevin.
And I tried.
And he made it pretty hard to be his friend
without getting yourself in deep shit
with the powers that be.
But he was a really good man.
Do you believe that Winter killed him in self-defense?
Do I believe it? No.
Can I explain to myself what happened any other way?
- No. - He said that he'd asked you
to look into a couple of things.
Yeah, he came by my office the other day,
and he was... was rambling.
You know, he was... He wanted me to check up on this for him
and... and... and make a call about that,
but... What did I tell him?
I told him, yeah, I would,
but then I just...
just bum-rushed him out the door.
I don't know. Maybe if I'd made more time for him then,
he'd still be here today.
Did he ask you about Winter's assistant?
Lyndsay, right? Lyndsay.
Yeah, he asked if... God.
He asked if she had had a criminal record
when she lived in Connecticut.
What was that about? Did he ever tell you?
He thought that she might be Winter's accomplice.
Really?
Huh.
Well, he never... never said anything about that to me.
Did Winters say anything about it when he confessed to you?
No.
Hmm. What do you think?
Do you think he... You think he had an accomplice?
I don't know.
Listen, I've... I've got a deposition, and I got to go.
So, Doc...
I want to thank you for coming out.
You know, it's... it's nice to know
that Kevin had somebody else in his corner.
And I'm not closing the case on this.
Or him. Not until I'm satisfied.
Me neither.
Okay, well, let's keep the lines of communication open.
Either of us hear something, we'll let the other one know.
- Okay? - All right.
Great. Thanks for coming in.
Hello?
Yeah.
We need to meet, buddy.
Right fucking now.
Lillie Coit, who the tower is named after,
was an eccentric socialite.
She smoked cigars, wore trousers, gambled.
In a lot of ways, she was like my first husband.
No, I'd say there's half a chance
that he's who choked you out... not Hynes.
So he could put you under his fucking therapeutic mind control.
You know, I blame myself. I do.
For thinking that you heard me.
For not stepping in.
And for not realizing how... how fucking convenient it is
that you get jumped, you end up in the hospital
with a guy who suddenly makes you
fucking wonder why you do things!
So goddamn obvious.
You know your Dr. Chance and Hynes...
They were friends, okay?
Hynes told Chance everything he knew about you.
And Chance told Hynes
everything that you told him.
Everything.
You see, they... they were working together
to bring you down.
Don't you get that?
The iconic Art Deco tower was completed in 1933.
That's why he was so angry with me.
Why he beat me up.
Because Hynes was his friend.
What?
That's what you're fucking thinking about right now?!
Jesus.
I'm thinking about how stupid I was,
about what he did...
Keep your voice down. ...what he said,
- what he promised me... - Shh! Shh!
Trust, betraying trust... about all of it.
Shut up. Hey, there was no betrayal of trust,
'cause there was no trust to betray.
They were both trying to hang you.
Fucking Chance still is.
Okay?
So, what now?
Those that are good must suffer the same
as those that are bad.
He has to suffer.
Like I have.
Good.
Very good.
Case 2231981.
Nicole Chance.
I looked at all the statements
and been made aware of Ms. Chance's open plea
to reduce the charges to battery
causing serious bodily injury.
I was prepared to issue a sentence
when I got a call this morning from a colleague and friend
who wished to speak on Ms. Chance's behalf.
What is she talking about? What's going on?
And as it is too late to include
her written statement in the file,
I've asked her to appear and speak on the record.
I'm Dr. Kirsten Clayton,
and I would like to say a few words about Nicole Chance.
It was nothing.
I wanted to do it. Seriously.
It was not nothing.
It made a big difference.
Trust me.
You want to...
You want to come over tonight after work?
Sure.
I was so nervous. I mean...
Some...
That was wonderful and moving,
and I will never be able to thank you enough.
I meant it.
You can stay out of trouble for a year of probation, right?
Yeah. And thank you.
Mm. I'm just glad it worked out.
I'll see you.
Thank you.
Mm. I can breathe again.
Mm. Me too.
How do you feel?
Really good. She was scary, was...
I thought you were gonna get scared.
I was! I know.
Would you just give us a second, sweetie?
Yeah. I'll meet you outside.
Oh, and thanks, Dad.
For everything.
Okay.
I just don't understand what took you so long.
I can't stop thinking about what you told me.
About that girl from your past.
Yeah, I know.
Do you?
'Cause I know now
that I was what you settled for...
that there was just no danger of becoming obsessed with me.
I was the low charge that was just gonna keep you
- from shorting out. - Stop it.
It's no wonder I was so alone in our whole relationship.
We're just gonna have to make some changes going forward.
I'm gonna have to.
What do you mean? What changes?
I don't know yet.
But I will.
God damn it. Where is this fucking guy?
What about asking Lorena?
She might know where else Winter might go.
What?
I can't get ahold of her.
Been trying since she left the shop.
First, the calls were just going to voicemail.
Now the phone's turned off.
Is that a cause for concern?
She's pretty on the ball in general.
And she's got stuff going on.
It's not like she has to report back to me or whatever.
I don't know.
I think she probably should've called back by now.
I think you're right.
Nic, you know, obviously, I'm... I'm so happy
that things turned out the way that they did.
Sounds like there's a "but" coming.
Just because you're not going to juvenile hall
doesn't mean we can go back to the way things were.
So, what does it mean?
We need to make sure that you are presented
with good choices now, always.
That you are surrounded with good energy and...
Mom, stop trying to not say whatever it is
and just say it.
You're gonna be spending less time with your father.
- What? - Mm-hmm.
Why?
Because he told me about his past.
About what he did.
And I know that you know.
Well, so what?
So, that was like 20 years ago.
And he needed help,
- and that's what he got, so... - And I went,
and I spoke to a family therapist.
And until I'm confident that your father
can be a positive influence,
given everything that's happened...
You don't know what you're talking about.
Dad actually gets all this.
Okay. Gets what?
Talk to me. I'm right here.
I did what I did... not Dad!
He was just trying to help me get through it.
Better than you have ever been.
Like, if I had gone to juvie, Dad was making sure
that I would know how to defend myself there.
What? What does that mean?
What was he doing? Tell me.
Why?! You won't understand!
You never understand anything!
And I'm not fucking listening to you!
In through the nose.
A count of four.
Out through your mouth.
Hey! Sorry we're late.
We took a car, but it's still kind of a hike from the road.
Who's this?
It's Willow.
Hi!
My mom, she bailed on me last minute
for pinochle club.
Right.
Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
I-I should have checked with you.
But I thought if I told you I couldn't get a sitter,
you'd just say, "Don't come."
She's really good.
She honestly just sleeps.
She's basically like a people larva.
I swear, it'll be fine.
It will be better than fine.
It'll be perfect.
- Do you want to come in? - Yeah.
Hola. Esto es Lorena. Deja un mensaje.
The mailbox is full
and cannot accept any messages at this time.
Goodbye.
It was a federation of children's charities.
She was on the governing board.
I pledged them some class B mutual fund shares,
and Lyndsay was the one I dealt with.
And then she quit, to help just me.
That's awesome that, you know, you had that.
You're lucky.
Does Dr. Chance know where you are right now?
No. Nope.
Does he know anything about...
Oh, I keep starting to tell him, and then I don't.
You care what he thinks about you?
He's a good person.
He's fucking crazy, but he's always been there for me.
Maybe not exactly when I thought he should be, I guess.
But times that it turned out to actually matter,
looking back.
Before I left to have Willow, I never saw it.
But going away and being back now,
I can't believe that I didn't.
The burnout. The weight on him.
How he hears and sees what he hears and sees every day,
and then he has to just go back to living,
in the world.
I don't want to give him anything else bad
to think about.
I don't want to weigh on him.
I won't.
Nicole, wake up.
My name is Dana. I'm not here to hurt you.
Mom!
We're just gonna take you with us on a little trip.
Fuck that. I'm not going on a trip with you.
We're taking you to a place
where you can figure stuff out.
No way!
God damn it!
Drape!
- Walk her now? - Got her? She's a fighter.
- Mom, help me! - Got her?
Please, Mom, help me!
Flip! Flip!
- Mom! - I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Don't let them take me! Please!
You're just gonna have to trust me!
I'm sorry!
- Please don't let them take me! - Make it tight.
- Mom! - They're just gonna
take you someplace
- where people can help you! - All right, hold her in.
- Hold her in. - I love you, honey.
- I love you. - Please don't let them take me!
Please don't!
Mom! Please don't!
Don't let them! Sorry!
Oh, shit!
Mm.
Shit! Sorry!
Um...
Are you all right?
What the fuck are you doing?!
No!
Get off! No!
Get off!
I-I know.
Okay?
What do you know?
That I s-s-shouldn't...
It's all right.
That I shouldn't have.
I'm sorry. It's all right, it's all right.
It doesn't matter.
- You're all right. - He was attacking me,
and he had a knife,
and all I could think about was if... if he...
- And if I couldn't... - I know.
Then she'd be all alone with him.
All alone!
And... And h-helpless and...
It's all right, it's all right.
You're... You're safe now.
You're both safe.
He wanted to kill me.
He was going to kill me.
But then he just... He... He didn't.
He just... He... I don't know why he just let us go.
Do you know why he let us go?!
Why did he do that?
I don't know. I don't know.
- It doesn't... - Why?!
It doesn't matter. You're safe now.
Lucy, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
After that, he picked her up,
and he handed me a ph... phone
and said I should call you.
Go call Dr. Chance.
And so I did. I called you.
And we just waited there for somebody to come and get us.
- Call Dr. Chance. - And it's my fault because I...
Call Dr. Chance.
- ...I brought her there. - No.
- I... - Call Dr. Chance.
It's over, and you're safe. You're both safe.
Yeah?
I thought Sirocco was on call tonight.
No. Sirocco's on Thursday.
What's up?
A lieutenant at Richmond Station just called.
Had a guy walk in an hour ago,
starts confessing to multiple murders.
Waives his right to a lawyer.
Now, at first, they thought, you know, a bedbug,
but apparently the stuff that he says
- is all starting to line up. - For real.
- No shit? - Yeah.
Also, I guess he's a big deal in tech or something.
A lotta lotta money.
Big guy in tech, huh?
Okay. Chin.
This or...
A little rounder.
So... that?
Yeah, yeah.
Well, shit. Give it to me, then.
Yep.
Let's get to work.
And you said the neck was more... right.
Then we...
That is what he looked like.
Fuck!
That's the fucking guy who attacked me!
What do we do now?
Who I am calling over there?
Lieutenant who, you said? Did you write it down?
- Yeah. Lieutenant Bibb. - Did you write it down?
Lieutenant Bibb. Oh, okay.
Actually, you know what? You do it for me.
Get him on the phone for me right now.
- Please. - Got you.
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