Chance (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Still Point in the Turning World - full transcript

Previously on "Chance"...

I'm trying
to give Jaclyn to you,

trying to find a way
to let you keep helping her.

Did her other therapist
go to this much trouble for her?

- What was her name?
- Myra Cohen, I think.

- She died?
- Yeah. Police said they thought

she might have tried to stop
a home invasion robbery.

You're my knight.

Jackie said that, too.

5 gets you his computer,
10 gets him a beating,

20 makes him go away.



All I want is something
that I can give the DA.

You need to give them something,

otherwise it's your word
against Blackstone's.

You don't want that.
Jaclyn said he's dirty.

Point is, we get to know him,

so we're there
when he trips over his dick.

I almost got us caught today.

She's your frozen lake, bro.

Doc, I know you called
a time-out,

but you needed to see.

Your lady,
she was telling the truth.

What's he doing?

Trafficking women.

How is that not enough?



Call the cops right now.

He's leaving.

Okay, well, so, we follow him,

call the cops on the way.

Follow him in what car?
Yours?

There was no time
to get a rental.

- You said, "Come right now."
- Glad you did?

We got to jump on this
right now.

Take a breath, Doc.

This isn't the ending.
This is where we start.

What the hell does that mean?

When and if the cops
do roll up...

And this is Ghost Town,

what the dealers call
this part of Oakland...

I can't imagine they'll
be in much of a hurry.

But let's say they do show.

Drugs get flushed,

girls are too scared to talk,

looks like a party.

Blackstone catches wind of that,
and he backs off.

How'd you even know
about that building?

Been having Carl drop me off
nights the past week.

Best way to see
who's who in the zoo...

Get homeless
and talk to your neighbor.

Took time, but it paid off.

You've been pretending
to be homeless every night?

Good exercise.
More ways than one.

People see some homeless guy,

say, "He seems okay.
He could work."

What the fuck's
wrong with him?"

Spend a week on the street,
you'll know what.

Everyone should be homeless
for at least a month.

I appreciate this,

that you would do this for me.

You hired me, brother.

24/7's how I roll.

But a shower and a burger
would be awesome.

The orange lines are
where we followed Blackstone.

The pins are points of interest.

Dog park, Blackstone's condo,

Happy Hands Spa,
and the warehouse.

The eight green pins
are all massage parlors,

now shut down in Blackstone's
big sting bust.

Nailed a murder suspect
while he was at it, too...

One of the bouncers.

It's in the paper.
Man's a goddamn hero.

Yeah. Terrific.

Well, he was also raiding
the pantry, like we saw,

making the sting do double duty,

using it for glory
in his day job

and also to shut down
the competition,

take the best girls
to beef up his own shop.

We got to document that.
We got to get proof,

something solid that...

So it's not his word
against ours, like you said.

Yeah, well,
he's running a business,

so there's got to be
data somewhere.

Laptop would be my guess.

That, or some kind
of device, anyway,

something that he wouldn't risk
going anywhere without.

Crown Vic's an easy car
to break into.

Pop the taillight
with a screwdriver

gets you access to the trunk.

Hand drill gets you
into the back seat.

Take a thumb drive, download
whatever files he's got...

Records, money transfers,
pictures, videos.

Worth a shot.

When?
When do we do this?

Say, tomorrow night?

Good.

Then whatever we get,
we give to newspapers.

Send reporters
an anonymous gift.

Maybe.

That doesn't work,

we can always
reconsider plan "A."

Hide in that alley,
cut his throat.

Problem solved.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll pick you up tomorrow night.

Usual time.
Bring your drill.

Anything on the
under-surface of the frontal lobes,

any irritation
on the temporal lobes?

You've seen
hundreds of these, El.

You know how to look at them.

I've seen hundreds,
you've seen thousands.

You're clean, okay?

When did you have
these scans done?

This morning. Got them
to squeeze me in at UCSF

before start of business.

Now, what's that,
that right there?

Only visible in one scan.
A normal variance.

Which, for some reason, doesn't
seem like good news to you.

Yeah.

No, I mean, yeah.
It is. It...

What's this about?

Are you having symptoms?

Impulsivity, disinhibition,

risk-taking,
euphoria, calamity.

And you thought it was a tumor?

I kind of hoped it was.

Dementia, hematoma,
hydrocephalus.

As opposed to what?

Abnormal psychology.

I needed to know, and now I do.

The choices I'm making are mine.

So cut it out, then.

Make different choices.

Okay. Thanks.

But it could also just be
a mid-life crisis, right?

- Right?
- Shut up.

Thanks, Simon.

What did I tell you about us
coinciding again, huh?

You followed us into a store

in broad daylight.

The fuck you thinking, hmm?

Hey! Hey.

There's a certain something
about her, though, isn't there?

What, maybe you thought
you were the first?

Maybe you think you're The One?

Oh, Doc...

believe me, Doc.

Whatever it is you think
you're into here with her,

whatever it is you think
you're trying to do,

you have no idea.

And that's the last piece
of friendly advice

you're ever going to get.

In fact, this is the last time
you and I are going to speak,

okay?

Stay away from my wife.

Dr. Chance?

Are you all right?

What happened?

There was a...

A man.

Man was waiting for me.
Ohh.

I-I-I'm good,
Juan-Battista.

Just...
Just give me a second.

- Did he rob you?
- Only of my dignity.

But you were assaulted.
We should call the police.

He is the police.

It's the husband of a patient.

Estranged husband.

Oh.

You can keep that.

"The Little Book
of Life After Death."

What is this, a travel guide
for where I'm headed?

Yes.

But not today.

Let me help you up.

Hey.

I got here,

and someone was putting that up.

Juan-Battista.

Our building janitor.
He does that sometimes,

hangs his photographs
on the sly.

He's like a cat burglar
in reverse.

Who is it?

I don't know where he finds
his subjects, or why.

Do you like it?

It's upsetting.

I don't think it'd be
the kind of thing

you'd want
in a psychiatrist's office.

Isn't he worried
about getting fired?

You need some help?

No, I'm okay, Hannah, thank you.

Helen.

Helen, sorry.

Oh, did your wife
get ahold of you?

Christina, no. Why?
She call?

No, she stopped by.

- When?
- Yesterday afternoon.

She waited in your office
for a while, and then she left.

She say what she wanted?

No. She said you'd know.

Light brown hair?

No. Blonde.

Hi, D.

He was here.
Blackstone.

At my office, in the garage.

Call me.

Is he in? No, no, no,
I can show myself in.

No, thank you very much.

You're a goddamn liar, Eldon.

What happened?

You told me
that Myra Cohen was old,

and she died
in a home invasion robbery.

When did you start thinking
it was Blackstone,

before you told me that
or since?

My tires got slashed.

When?
W-When did that happen?

Last night in front of my house.

In front of my home, Eldon!

Where I live!

I can't go to the cops
with anything, right?

Because we... we both know
what this is, right?

I have been your friend
for 20 years,

and you didn't give a shit?!

You put me right in his path,
and now he's after me?!

What's wrong with you?

He was here just now.
Blackstone. Gave me a beating.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I-I'm sorry, Suzanne.

- I never meant for you...
- You know, save it.

You're not the victim here.
You had a choice at every turn,

and now you're living
the consequences.

Now I just have to figure out

how keep you
from taking me down with you.

Well, you have to step away.

Make it official.

E-mails,
phone calls, texts.

He obviously has
ways of knowing,

so let him know
that what he did worked,

that you're no longer
a danger to him.

Just walk away.

That's it?

That's all you got?

For the moment,
that's all I got.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, you said that.

What about you?
What are you going to do?

I don't know why I've been
fighting this so hard now,

why I've been so afraid for you.

This is what you wanted
all along,

and now you have it.

You have it.

William Mullen
is an 82-year-old,

right-handed retired
Circuit Court judge

who prefers to be
called Judge Billy.

He is single
and has never been married.

Questions have been raised

regarding the possibility
of elder abuse

by a female
in-home care provider,

to whom Judge Mullen has given
more than $1 million

in the form of a series of
checks from a money market fund.

Eight or nine checks, tops.

None above...

$5,000.

Okay, well,
let's do the math here.

Let's say it's nine,
and $5,000 each,

that comes to $45,000.

Now, the fund shows withdrawals

about 20 times that.

I ever tell you
about the first time

I met her, all dressed up?

I told her, too.

I told her
how beautiful she was.

How did she respond?

We fell in love.

She use those words?

And, yeah, I know

the odds are that she's got
some ulterior motive.

I don't care.

I'm 82 years old,
for Christ's sake,

and she's... she's 50,
you know?

But for me, to be loved...

For the first time ever...

you can't imagine

what it's like.

She's the real deal.

And if she's not,
the real deal doesn't exist.

Not in this life.

By virtue of his relationship
with Reina,

Judge Mullen has come
to feel valued.

To his credit,
he acknowledges the possibility

that he might have
been manipulated.

Nevertheless,

he keeps coming up against
the ultimate question...

What value is money,

or even life,

without love?

- What happened?
- Where the hell have you been?

Blackstone was waiting for me.

He saw me in that fucking store.

You all right?

I don't think anything's broken.

- He hit you?
- Yes, a lot.

Did he say anything?

To stay away from his wife.

That's all he said?

- Yeah.
- That's good, then.

He doesn't know
we know about him.

Oh, well, if that's good,
me getting my ass kicked,

then, yeah, it was great.
It was fantastic.

Look, we need to move
on this tonight.

If we can't find anything
in his car,

we'll break into
his house, his office,

I don't know, his locker
at the police station.

We just got to stop
fucking around.

I like the enthusiasm, Chief.

- I'll be there at 6:00.
- I'm already ready.

Dr. Chance?

Detective Hynes,
Fremont P.D.

I recognized you
from your picture online.

- Right.
- Tried your office,

left a few messages
on your cellphone,

didn't hear back.

Tried your apartment, too.

Yeah, sorry about that.
I...

I was out quite late.
Busy time.

You're a busy man.
I'll be quick.

So, you want to do this here
or in your office?

So how'd you know
Dr. Cohen again?

We were colleagues.

You worked together?

Um, our paths crossed,

academic conferences, you know.

Uh, I don't know.
That's why I'm asking.

Is that where you met her?

You know, honestly,
I don't remember.

Uh, I believe so, yes.

The Gestalt Conference, maybe.

The whole is other
than the sum of its parts...

That kind of thing.

I used to go every year.

Where do they hold
something like that?

The...
Gestalt Conference?

Palo Alto, usually.

You ever see Myra socially?

Not really.

But you were friendly.

We were colleagues.

You sleep with her?

No.

No, I-I did not
sleep with her.

Well, you didn't work together,
you weren't friends,

and yet you wanted to see
crime scene photos

of her dead.

Her death was the talk
of our community.

People were very shaken.

In our line of work,
we deal with any number

of unstable individuals.

You think she was killed
by a patient?

I didn't say that.

Well, she ever mention

any particular
unstable individual,

any patient she was afraid of?

We never discussed patients.

Very professional.

You okay?

Yeah, I just got
some... indigestion.

Huh.

So, anyway,

why the sudden interest?

I don't know. I-I guess
I was at the courthouse,

and, uh...

I don't know, maybe being there
just reminded me of her.

I really am sorry, but I...

I have to collect
my daughter from school

- and I'm already late.
- Oh, of course.

I wouldn't want
to keep you from that.

I'm a father myself.

Just surprising that somebody
was inquiring about Myra is all,

you know, reawakened it.

And your name never came up,

so I was curious, even hopeful.

You never know
where a lead could come from,

or... or when.

So if I think of anything else
you could help me on,

or any questions,
I'll be in touch.

- Is that all right?
- Of course.

Great.
Thanks so much.

I'm going to check out
that nutty picture

you have out in the hallway
again before I leave.

Something about it speaks to me.

- Thanks for your time.
- Sure.

Who's that?

Can we just go?

Oh, come on.
What's his name?

Dad.

Terrible name.

How will we keep that straight?

Hey, what's with Berkeley?

Any new apartments to check out?

Preferably ones we can get
before someone else gets them,

because you didn't call,
even though you said you would?

Hey, you know that futon
you said I need to get?

Why don't we go buy
one of those right now?

Yeah.

You got...
You got keys, right?

- Yeah.
- All right.

I just got to get my bag.
Thank you, gentlemen.

You got it.

Hi.

I hope it's all right.

Coming here.

I think we're past that.

I'm glad you came.
It's good to see you.

I just...
I wanted to talk to you...

about what happened...

at the store, the park.

Are you all right?

Your husband paid me a visit.

Oh, my God.

So did you, apparently.

You came to my office,
said you were my wife.

I don't remember that.

I'm sorry I don't know.

That I'm like this.

That he hurt you.

You don't deserve to be hurt.

Why don't you come in
out of the wind?

You look nice.

There was a thing, a luncheon,

for Raymond.

I didn't want to go.

Uh, he helped shut down
some massage parlors in Oakland.

They gave him a medal.

So he's a hero.

With our luck,
he'll end up Chief of Police.

He's seven months away
from full pension.

And when he vests,
we're leaving town,

just the two of us.

To go where?

He just says,

"Somewhere far away
from all this shit."

I shouldn't be
dumping all this on you.

But... things are just
hard right now.

I've tried to leave
messages for Suzanne,

but she doesn't return my calls.

I don't know...
She told me that you stole money

from her friend.

$2,000.

I know.

- She asked me about that.
- They want it back.

But I don't have it.

I would never...

She also had her tires slashed.

She thinks she knows who,
and you and I know she's right.

So...

What now?

She's done.

What about you?

I'm not.

I'm not done, Jaclyn.
I'm not going anywhere.

You were going to tell me
about that park and the store.

Yes.

But it was Jackie in the park.

'Cause Jackie
makes you lose time.

So how'd you remember it?

- Thank you, guys. Thank you.
- Sure.

Dad, I gave them the rest
of the pizza money for a tip,

because I didn't know
where you were.

Hello.

Hi.

Yeah, that's a good call
with the tip.

Be right up, okay?

You know what?

This might be the exact color

of your eyes.

Right? Isn't it perfect?

You should have this.

It looks better on you anyway.

Really?

Wow. Thanks.

That's very kind.

Well, you know where we are
if you want it back.

She's beautiful.

Jaclyn.

I don't know why I remember it.

But I do.

Which part?

Everything.

She's nice.

That lady you were talking to?

What's her deal?

Patient.
Former patient.

A patient can live
where you live?

- What do you mean?
- In the building.

I thought she lived here.

I've seen her.

- When?
- Last week, maybe.

On the stairs, I think.

Hey, mind if I steal
a pillow off your bed?

Oh, Nic, uh, I'm sorry,

I-I lost track of time.

I thought you said once we got
the futon, I could stay over.

Yeah, yeah, you can, but, uh...

not tonight. I-I've got to
be somewhere for work.

I've stayed here
by myself before.

I know you have,
and you will again.

We got the futon.
Ready to go?

I know. I helped.

So, are you seeing her,
like girlfriend seeing her?

No, I'm not.
She's...

Like I said,
she's a former patient.

A patient who comes
to your apartment.

There are a lot of chaotic
things in her life right now.

She's in an abusive
situation, and I'm...

We're trying to help.

Would it be wrong
if you went out with her?

Because she's a patient?

Yes.

At the moment.

If enough time passed...

How much time is enough time?

- Nic...
- She likes you.

I could tell.

Plus, she's really pretty.

Or maybe you just
want to be alone.

Furniture store
was two days ago.

Why'd he wait until today
to come at you?

I don't know.

Maybe it's like she said.

He likes to fuck with people.

Wanted me to think
I'd gotten away with it,

spying on them.

Also, he slashed
my friend's tires, Suzanne,

a therapist who was seeing
Jaclyn at my request.

Interesting move.

He's becoming impulsive,

reacting.

All good for us.

Muffles the sound.

Why so many of those?

Backups.

Your face is clean.

Must have gotten you
with body shots.

He did. Very effective.

Yeah, no shit.
Cops like that sort of thing.

Doesn't fuck up their hands,
harder to see the evidence.

Lucky he didn't use a stick.

- You in pain?
- Little bit.

Taking anything for it?

When I self-medicate,

tends to lead to poor results

at the best of times.

Also kind of
feels like surrender.

So I'm going to ride this out.

Good answer.

The section outlined in blue
is Ghost Town.

The blue pins
are massage parlors

that haven't been shut down.

- Four of them.
- Yeah.

And one of them's Blackstone.

Which one was it?

Good question.

Today, it was Jaclyn.

But I don't know
which one came to my office

or who my daughter
seems to think

she's seen walking around
the apartment building.

You know, until
a couple months ago,

And I never told anyone this...

But I never used to buy

the whole multiple
personality thing.

I mean, dissociative
identity issues, yeah,

but completely
separate personalities,

what people call
"alters"? No way.

If someone came in
claiming that,

my first thought
would be "borderline."

What's borderline?

Short answer,

it's a serious mental illness,

it's very hard to diagnose
and even harder to treat.

Some people think
it's untreatable.

That would qualify as fucked up.

That what she is?

I hope not.

I hope...

that parts of her have been
fragmented by trauma,

that parts can be
made whole again,

if it's not too late.

She is your frozen lake.

Fuck this place.
Let's move.

You ever see a movie
called "Blue Angel"...

"The Blue Angel," I think?

No.

You know who
Marlene Dietrich is?

No.

Doesn't matter. She plays
a singer at a Berlin club.

And this aging professor

becomes obsessed with her.

And suffice it to say,

he goes out on this frozen lake,

and the ice breaks.

I've done this once before.

I've gone out where
the ice is thinnest.

This that shit about you
that Blackstone dug up?

I was an ER resident in Boston.

And she walked in one night.

I don't even remember what for.

She was released within an hour,
but that's all it took.

And I knew where she lived.

At first, I thought I was...
I was just in love.

I convinced myself
that she felt as I did.

She didn't.

She left, I followed.

And...

things got...

more fucked up after that.

Biggest casualty was my father,

my relationship with him.

We'd been close,
but we stopped speaking,

and he...

died of a heart attack
within a year.

The exultation of wanting...

and the recognition
that the object of such desires

is forever unavailable...

unknowable at her core.

I would have killed my father
if I could have.

I would have scalped the fucker.

Lucky I was short
on training then.

Fucking "A."

Girl from the dog park.

Let's go see what's out back.

Put this on.

You look like a citizen.

What about you?

Aren't you going to get cold?

I don't get cold.

Well, then, why the jacket?

Just another place
to hang my blades.

Keep your hands on the outside,
you won't get cut.

This, too.

D, come on.

What's the worse
that can happen?

Head lice?

Use Kwell.

You'll need a prescription,

but you got that covered.

Hug the wall,
stay in the shadow,

go slow.

Just remember,
we're a couple of homeless fucks

looking for shit.

Hey!

What's the language?

I don't know.
Russian? Romanian?

Help!

See the Crown Vic, Doc?

It's our lucky night.

Here.

Lake Merritt.

I mean, that's got to be
a mile, at least.

Is there nowhere closer?

Park is good.

Shit goes sideways, I'd rather
lose people over ground

than run straight to a car.

I was in the teams.

We used to do these drills,
sneak and peek.

Drop a guy off in a city,
give him a rendezvous point.

He has to get there
without being spotted

by any of the other guys
in the squad

who are now out looking for him.

The point is,
study the lines and shadows,

the angles of sight,
learn how to use them,

make yourself invisible.

Terrain like this,

lots of places
to double back, set traps.

Not just about
being hard to follow,

it's about being
dangerous to follow.

- Make sense?
- Sure.

So we leave the car
at Lake Merritt

so we can lose people
over ground

and get back to it
if we need to.

"We" don't do any of that.
You'll be in the car.

I'm going to be
sitting in the park?

Why, because you're a ninja now?

Well, no, but...

Look, if shit pops off,
I can't be worrying about you.

I need you where I can
find you, ready to roll.

I need a wheel man.
We down?

- If you say so.
- I say so.

Here.

You want this while you wait?

"Ignore Everybody."

Great fucking read.

Are you kidding me?
I'm going to be reading a book?

Why not?
I always have a book.

I can be on patrol,

middle of some
shit storm somewhere,

it's a great exercise
for the mind.

Be the still point
in the turning world.

Well, thank you,
but I have my own.

Lucky you.

"Tribe Called Red"?

Native American battle music.

Put it on.
Keep the windows up.

Track 3.

We're good.

See you at Lake Merritt.

"Man lives upon the earth,"

not once, but three times.

His first stage of life
is a continuous sleep.

The second is an alternation

between sleeping and waking.

"The third is
an eternal waking."

How'd it go?

You might want to get us
out of here, brother.

For Christ's sake.

So what happened?

It's a story.

Got you this, you still want it.

Why would I not want it?

Mission was compromised.

Do you have his files?

Is that why you're asking
if I... if I still want it?

You...
There's nothing on there,

or you didn't
get time to download?

I didn't say
the mission was aborted,

I said it was compromised.

There was collateral damage.
It's been taken care of.

What exactly are you sa...
What are you telling me?

What about "collateral damage"
and "taken care of"

do you not understand?

Any of it! I need this
in plain English, D.

I need to know
what happened back there.

Actually, you don't.
The more you know,

the more you're in.

I'd say I'm pretty
damn deep in already.

Can you get us on the freeway?

Jesus, are you telling me
you killed him?

If by "him,"
you mean Blackstone,

no. I didn't kill him.

Least I don't think I did.

It'd be good to get
across the bridge.

I'm not saying
they'll close it...

but you never know.

When one of their own goes down,
all bets are off.