Chance (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Fluid Management - full transcript

Previously on "Chance"...

What I took off that shitbird

back at the massage parlor.

After you killed him.

You call Blackstone
on that phone,

it's a whole new day,
my brother. Buckle up.

You told me he
put you on a bus. You were gone.

Why the fuck are you here?

They drove me someplace

and locked me
in this gross room.

And I was so scared!



Hey, Doc.
Detective Hynes.

Detective Blackstone
beat his wife.

He hit your daughter.

Might be a part owner
in a brothel.

He stalked and harassed you
and your friend,

then he beat you up.

The only thing I hate
more than a cop

going after another cop is
a bad cop.

Does that mean
you're gonna help me?

I was looking
for Detective Hynes.

When did you last talk to him?

A couple of days ago.
Why?

He didn't come in for his shift
today. Didn't call either.

So, here's how it's gonna be.



We are gonna meet and talk.

Bring that second set of books
with you.

You know the Ocean Park Motel?
Be there at 5:00... alone.

I'll know if you're not. You
won't like what happens next.

Eldon Chance is a 55-year-old
right-handed neuro-psychiatrist.

Of late,
he is increasingly aware

of a mental state he finds
to be dark and unstable.

He fears he has been drawn
to the precipice

of some new
and terrible reality,

and that now, having stumbled,

he will be unable
to keep from falling.

On the other side!

There!

Come over here!

Breathing!
Yeah.

Where am I?

What is this?

You're in an ambulance,
Dr. Chance,

on the way to the hospital.

You had a real bad fall.
You're a lucky man.

Oh, my God.

Jaclyn.

Are you okay?

What happened?

Tell me what happened.

Oh.

Please.
Please talk to me.

Please talk to me.

I tried.

But you know that,
I fucking tried.

Tried what, to fly?
My God, Eldon, you're a local.

You know those cliffs.

What were you doing out there
at night?

You have a death wish?

I... I just can't
remember.

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

Don't worry about that
right now.

You need your rest.

Did you see her?

Would that be Jaclyn?
Yeah. Is she...

There's no one here, hon.
I just heard you say that name.

Hey, I need my phone.

No. No phone right now.
You need to rest.

Listen, either
you're going to remember...

or you're not.

Dad?

Dad?

Hi.

They said you have a concussion
and broken bones,

but you're gonna be okay.

Are you?
Doesn't look like you are.

Where's your mother?

She went to get more coffee.

So what happened?

I mean, what really happened?

I'm...
I don't remember.

Well, what about
your scary friend?

Did he do anything?

I don't know.

Probably best to keep him

between the two of us
for now, okay?

I'll say I'm not so good
right now.

But neither are you.
Are you?

But we're gonna fix
what's wrong with us.

The both of us.

That's what matters.

Well, you say stuff like that,
and then you just leave.

And then you fall off
a stupid cliff.

Yeah, it's
a really stupid cliff.

The fuck were you thinking, Doc?

Dr. Chance, hey.

Detective Newsome, SFPD.

Sorry if I startled you.

No, it's okay.
I... I...

I was dreaming, I guess.

Anyone show you a newspaper?

You're in there.

Although just "San Francisco
Bay's doctor, name withheld."

Fell of a cliff.

Almost famous.

I'm guessing it was the car
accident that distracted you.

What do you think?

Thank you.

I... I don't remember
a car accident.

Old man in an old car,
T-boned a new Mercedes.

Pretty much right on top of you.

Wall hadn't been under repair,

it probably
wouldn't have fallen.

You really...
You don't remember?

With an injury such as mine...

your retrograde component
can be buried.

Some people
can lose months, years.

Over time, some people can
remember everything.

Others never do.

Oh.

You mind me asking...

why you care what I remember?

This about the accident?

A lot of things
went down that night.

The Mercedes the old man hit
fled the scene.

Found the car abandoned later.

Passenger's still at large.

That's terrible.

Yeah.

But that's just one piece of it.

There was a homicide in progress
almost at the same time.

Multiple victims at a motel
not too far away.

My God.

Yeah.

And an Oakland cop was involved,
so, of course,

the media's been going crazy.

Do you remember
why you were out there?

I was, uh...

I was just walking.

You know,
I wanted to clear my head.

Been having a lot of trouble
with our daughter, and...

Sure.
I get that.

Name Raymond Blackstone
mean anything?

To me?
No, I... I don't think so.

No.

Why, is he...

The cop I just mentioned.

He was the victim...
One of the victims.

A witness placed him
near the Cliff House earlier.

You recall seeing anyone nearby
before you fell?

No, I haven't...

I don't remember.

You said...

You said multiple victims?

Yeah.
It's a real shit show.

Uh, I'm gonna take your clothes,
if that's okay.

What?

I want to look them over,
to see if maybe

you and Blackstone
came into contact or...

maybe were victims
of the same perp, even.

Grasping at straws maybe,
or maybe not.

Maybe you'll remember.

Or maybe we'll figure it all out
without you.

You okay there, Eldon?

You know, Ginley, I have
questioned a million patients...

without ever really knowing
what it's like to have

a period of time
in which something

life-changing happened
that can't be accounted for.

Like there's something terrible
to one's sense of the world.

I'm sure it does.

All those disorders,
all those pathologies...

I can imagine that
that is the thing I've become.

Some sort of
walking repositories

of all the mental illness
I've ever dealt with.

If that's what you're imagining,
cut it out.

I brought you something.

When the police asked for your
clothes, I tucked this away.

EMTs said you had it on you
when you fell.

Thought it might be something
you'd like to keep track of.

And, uh, also this.

I turned it off
to save the battery.

And...
whatever this is.

I don't know
what the hell's going on.

I've just... always thought
of you as one of the good ones.

One of the few.

So...

Am I gonna be sorry?

I hope not.

Me, too.

You have reached a number
that has been disconnected.

You've reached Allan's Antiques.

No one here is available
to take your ca...

Your family's here for you.

Like you don't know
hospital policy.

Get in the chair.

Yeah, a town car is fine.

6600 Post Street.

How long?

That's great.

Uh, just tell the driver
I'll be out front.

I got to the hospital,
they said you'd been discharged.

Yeah, yeah.

This morning.

You just missed Christina
and Nicole.

Hmm.

What the hell, Eldon?

I, uh...
I was out for a walk.

It's on every newscast.

I guess we weren't the only ones
who didn't like him.

But still.

Uh, it's a dangerous game...
Even for the good cops.

But you were out there.

You were right there,
for Christ's sake.

Have you said anything?
To whom?

They're asking for people
to come forward.

They are asking for people with
information to come forward.

Anyway,
they have already showed up.

And?

And nothing.

I went for a walk, Suzanne,
and I fell.

What about her?

I don't know.
I haven't heard from her.

They haven't released the names
of the other victims.

She could have been there.
She could be dead.

I mean, what's the point
of lying to you?

I... I can't...
get it out of my mind,

finding her, finding out
what happened to her.

I don't even know how I'd start.

How you would explain it
to the police.

The police, who are probably
looking for her themselves,

if she's not dead.

You know, since her husband just
got murdered out by the beach.

And the fact that you knew her

probably isn't information
you gave them, is it?

I came here to see how you were.

And now I have.

And you're alive.

If you ever get better,
you let me know.

It's all right.
I wasn't followed.

Ah! Like Lazarus
raised from the dead.

Sorry not to have braved
the confines of the hospital.

Seemed the wisest decision,
considering.

You have to tell me what
happened back there... now.

What do you remember, Doc?

I remember Blackstone
in front of me.

I remember the Mercedes
behind me.

And then... nothing.

No shit.
That's pretty crazy.

People are dead.
He's dead.

Is she?
Did I kill him?

You're the only ones
I can talk to about this.

You got to tell me
what you know now!

You'll get all of it, but
right now, you need to relax.

I mean, it wasn't long ago,
you fell of a fucking cliff.

For starters,
Boss saved your ass.

It was you?
The old man in the accident?

Who said old?

That's your word, not mine.

But, yes, I did my little part.

We parked and waited
until we saw them come out.

Blackstone and two thugs...

We trailed them from the motel
to the beach.

Pull over.

All right.

You park further down, okay?

Somewhere by the Great Highway

where you can get eyes
on the doc and the cop.

I'm gonna stick with the guys
in the Mercedes.

If Doc Chance gets to
where he's supposed to be,

they're gonna try rolling up on
his six... That's what I'd do.

That's you and the doc
against those three.

They're armed and dangerous.

Keep your cell open,
radio contact.

It was about
to be perfect, Doc...

at which point, you went full-on
headless chicken.

What the fuck, Doc?

You started telling me
we had to abort,

said you were
going to Land's End,

but then you don't even do that.
You went down those stairs.

Yeah, that's when I saw
those guys in the Mercedes.

That's why
I was there to begin with.

I-I thought about trying
to head you off at the pass,

but then you never showed.

You weren't answering
your fucking phone, either.

I was scared, D.
No shit.

I look, there you are,
middle of the fucking sidewalk,

under the lights, in plain sight
going back the way you came.

A blind man could see
where that was headed.

We need an air strike,
brother... right fucking now.

Thing you got to love
about Carl...

You ask him to crash his car,
he just does it...

No questions, no hesitation.

Let's face it...
The guy's got balls.

I lost track of everything
in the collision.

Hadn't seen you or him.

But seeing the place
where the wall was broken,

I just had a feeling.

The crash
got everybody's attention,

let me get out in the open.

That's when I saw
Blackstone's car go.

You weren't
in my line of sight, Doc.

It was dark,
but I saw him leaving.

I figured he'd killed you
or grabbed you.

Either way,
I knew where he was going.

Everything you told me
about him and her,

I knew he wasn't leaving alone.

Blade carries cloth
into the wound,

helps staunch the flow.

Along with that,
you hold the blade in place

for a two-count,
there won't be enough pressure

left in the system
to drive the blood.

What are you saying?

Congratulations.

But if the...
If the aortic arch was pierced,

there wasn't enough pressure
left in his system...

I didn't say you were perfect.

You missed the aortic arch.

Knife went into his heart.

That's why I could see
the blade moving

every time his heart
tried to pump.

Cardiac tamponade.
Yeah.

Heart knots up around the blade.

Pericardium fills with blood.

The exact placement of the blade
and severity of the wound

will determine
exactly how long it takes

for the pericardium
to completely fill,

choke off the heart.

But until then,
it's still treatable.

Pretty much fatal
pretty much all the time, Doc,

treated or not.

Wha... uh...
You were there.

You could have called someone

instead of pulling the blade
and accelerating the bleed.

Called who, said what?

It was his choice, Doc...
Blackstone's.

He knew it, he made it.

He could have gone
and tried to get himself help.

But he went back to her instead.

Well, where is she?

I don't know where she is.
She's gone.

When you say gone...

I say I don't know.

He was dead, I unlocked
her cuffs, and that's it.

She could be anywhere now.

The important thing is the lady
you wanted free is free,

Doc, and you did it.

You did all of it.
How does it feel?

Yeah, but I didn't.
I didn't.

It wasn't me, it was you
pulling out the blade.

That you put in.

She's free, and you killed him.

How does it feel?

I don't know.

How would you feel, D...

if someone told you
you'd done something like that,

you can't remember it?

It's like...

It's like being lost
in my own home.

It's terrifying.

So, what happens now?

Try not to be a stranger.

See you, Doc.

So, general concerns.

The nature and type
of friendships she has,

her choice in role models,
love interests.

Only one in that department,
but yeah.

And her affiliated behavior,

her willingness to engage
in risk-taking behavior.

Not unheard of among teenagers.

No, of course.

Frontal lobe development is
a beautiful thing...

When and if.

Uh, the Yale-Brown
Obsessional Scale is something

I've used in my own practice.

If I am not mistaken, there's
an adolescent version, as well.

Yes, there is.

And we can look into that.

I will also say that...

she's never been one
to take things lightly.

You know, she gets interested
in something, she's...

a heat-seeking missile...
All-in.

It's the upside to obsession,
I suppose.

It's not all doom and gloom.

And there is also
a potential for illumination,

but that balance
has to be found.

And that's what you think
she may be losing...

The balance.

I, myself, am...

I am not without
certain obsessive proclivities.

You think there may be
a genetic component in Nicole.

Yeah, I do.

Dr. Marks is ready
for you.

You were in there forever.

If you already
told her everything,

then why do I have to
go in there?

You'll like her.
Go on.

I'll be here when you get out.

Hey.

Oh, hey!
There you are!

Hey, Doc.

That's a cute cup of coffee
you got there.

My God, Detective Hynes.
You're all right.

I thought Blackstone might have
gotten to you somehow.

Yeah, well...

he would have.

He tried.

You know,
I started to look into him

right after I saw you last.

Spoke to a guy in Oakland Vice

who I thought was good people.

The night I did that,
when I got home,

there was a couple guys
in my house.

Who?

I don't fucking know.

I took off before they saw me.

So now he's gone...
Blackstone.

I mean, I don't mean
to speak ill of the dead

or whatever, but it's not
the worst news I ever got.

You, either, I bet.

Although, you didn't
actually get the news.

I mean, 'cause you were there,
on the scene.

What are the odds?

So, how is the wife
taking all this?

She happy or what?

I don't know where she is.

Oh.
Oh, that's a shame.

I was thinking you would,
you two being so close...

Doctor-patient
and whatnot.

How's this sound...
I'll check back in with you

after a while
and see if you know then.

Because one of you killed him.

Detective...

Now you're wondering
what this is, right?

But I don't know
what it is, either.

I haven't decided yet.

Look at you.

Look at me?

I thought I was never gonna
see you again.

You wouldn't have.

You almost didn't.

What about since then?

It's been weeks.
Where did you...

I didn't know if you ran,
if you left town.

Well, I couldn't.

Not yet.

How's your daughter?

S-She's fine.

She's safe thanks to you.

Well, she was in danger
thanks to me.

Me, too.

What about yours?

Where is she now?

Once you told me...
you wanted me to feel whole.

That you wanted that more
than you wanted to be with me.

I couldn't imagine
what you meant

or who I would be
if that happened.

And maybe it never will.

Something is.

Something is happening now.

Things I thought I lost.

Things I didn't know I knew,
they're coming back.

And I don't want them,
but they're here.

And...

you deserve to know them.

You deserve to know...

that you were right about me.

You were right about my past,

about my childhood,
about Jackie.

You might want to sit.

Thank you, Dr. Cohen.

Myra, please.

I'm gonna start
with some thoughts I have.

And if I'm wrong about any
of them, you stop me, all right?

This refuge you've created
has kept you going,

but it's also trapped you
in the past.

It lets you pretend
you are a person

to whom nothing has happened.

But it will never let you
move forward.

So, there's one thing
you must recognize...

Here in this office,
if nowhere else...

That you will have to share with
me that you're loss is real.

Can you do that, Jaclyn?

Oh, before I forget,

there's an earlier appointment freeing up.
Oh, really?

Yes, if you're still interested,
Mondays at 11:00.

Oh, I don't know.

I sort of like being
your last patient.

Not worrying if someone's
left waiting while we go over.

Oh, sorry.

I saw my other patients
at practice today.

I had forgot I had left this
in such a mess.

Are you feeling all right?

I... I just...

that smell.

Well, I don't...

Oh, is it this, maybe?

My friend dried me some flowers
from her garden.

I just...
I don't know if I can...

I'll take it outside, all right?

And then I'll open a window.

It's that scent.

At the same time,
she's pressing you to...

share your loss.

Outside my window
when I was little,

there was a flowering tree.

Ceanothus... wild lilac.

I didn't know the name then.

I just knew
that you could smell it

even through a locked window.

I know that
to survive this long,

you've had to
keep yourself private.

And by letting me in,
even as far as you have,

can make you feel violated
all over again.

I know that
even before you went to school,

you were taught
about violence and cruelty.

That the people
who were supposed to love,

care for, and protect you

instead violated you
beyond measure.

And so, you spent
most of your life since

looking for
some kind of sanctuary,

trying to
make yourself to even...

"understand the idea
of safety."

Telling yourself that
a small part of you still has...

"a living child."

I wasn't very old
when I had her.

And I didn't have her
for very long.

I told them she was sick.

Something was wrong.

They wouldn't take her
to the doctor.

Jaclyn, I'm so sorry.

Keep reading.

And so, I know
I am trying to divest you

of the most important possession
in your care now...

The daughter you couldn't save,

the centerpiece
of your identity disturbance.

And in doing that,
I also know I am removing

your belief that you have
done something...

One thing...
Good with your life.

But you have, Jaclyn.
You survived.

You're still here.

You were never allowed
to be innocent.

You may always feel alone.

But it's not too late
for you to be free.

Aah!

Hey.

Please come.

Come now.

We've killed her.

One night,
the winter I turned 12,

I woke up and found myself
standing on the corner

at the very end of our street.

I was in my pajamas...

a coat, and shoes.

I didn't know how I got there.

I thought I sleepwalked.

But then I heard her...

in my mind.

Jackie...

The real protector.

That was the very first time.

And she told me, "Just
keep walking," but I didn't.

I went back.

Jackie the protector.

Take the clothes,
put them in a bag.

Jackie, you hear me?

Jackie, now!

Here.

Protecting me from myself.

Then who...

Who was protecting my daughter?

Who was protecting Nicole?

Was it Jackie, or was it you?

See, maybe that's why...

That's why this has happened.

That's why everything
is coming back.

You have
re-entered the world.

You took an action
out there in the world.

Not for yourself,
but for someone else.

But...

This is...

You told me once...

to confess.

To plead self-defense,
say I wasn't in my right mind.

But I-I can't do that.

Or I'm not strong enough
to do it.

So I wrote it all down here...
for you.

Jaclyn.

Give it to your friend,
the good cop.

I know it's not that simple.

How do you explain
how you got this

or why you haven't
shared it before now.

I know I'm putting
the burden on you

when you have so much more
at stake than I do,

making you judge and jury.

I'm sorry
if that doesn't seem fair.

You see a move, don't wait.
Go first. Trust your training.

Be the still point
in the turning world.

Wait! Fuck!

You hold the blade in place
for a two-count...

No!

You're not the one.

Aah!

What?
What is it?

We all have blood on our hands.

It's not the same.

We are all pilgrims...

trying to figure out who we are

and how to live in this world.

And we go on until we can't.

S'up, buddy?

First, the S. F. cop
took my clothes,

asked way too many questions.

Then Detective Hynes says
that he's not sure

if he's blackmailing me yet.

And I am left
with her confession,

this powder keg in my keeping.

Beyond my connection with her,

am I worried that the detective
who knows about it

is gonna talk to the one
who wants to know about it.

I can't... excuse or absolve her
of what she's done.

Maybe we should find out where
this Detective Hynes lives.

Pay him a little visit.

You know, I, uh...

I finally remembered
what happened out there,

what I did.

You asked me
how I felt, and, uh...

now I know.

A man who wanted me dead
now is dead because of me.

I can't take that
lightly, but...

I am glad to still be here.

I mean, there's horror
in the taking of life.

Also an elation in being the one
that walks away.

So, what happens now?

Welcome to the neighborhood.

I got you a cheeseburger.

Awesome.

Get yourself one, too?

Yes, I did.

Awesome.

And...

I took a risk with this,

but I thought a malted
might help...