02x09 - A Madness of Two

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on "Chance"...
- Dawson Pitt?

Yeah.

He puts the San Francisco Police
on me, I'm not gonna make it.

If it's between holding out or prison,

eventually I'm gonna tell them
everything they want to know.

I can't leave my daughter.

Just because you're not
going to juvenile hall

doesn't mean you can go back
to the way things were.

Mom, help me!

You have to trust me!

Please, no!

You ran away?

Got all the way to the Colony,

the squatter house in Oakland.

Bullshitfree living.

I have to leave soon.

This guy who's looking for you.

Hector Ibarra. He wants the baby.

I can take care of Hector.

I know that you think that you can.

You can't stop it, and so you
better not get in the way of it.

No more talking to Dr. Chance.
That is over.

Lambert took care of him like a boss.

He was m*rder*d so he couldn't
dump Lambert in the sh*t.

It was Stevie Benjamin.

The DNA from under his fingernails

will match the DNA on this fork.

If it's a match,
I'll tell you the name then.

Dr. Chance? Can we talk to you, please?

Talk to me about what?

Aggravated as*ault and battery
of a man named Dawson Pitt.

Stay right here for me, sir.

I need both your thumbs at the same time.

Just relax your hands.

Now your right four fingers.

I'm gonna roll them all
individually for you, sir, okay?

I... yeah, yeah, okay.

We showed Mr. Pitt
what we call a sixpack...

six photographs of people
all the same race,

age, height, coloring, characteristics.

We asked them to point out
if the man who att*cked him

was one of the six, and he picked you.

Had you ever met Mr. Pitt
before that night?

How will I know when my lawyer gets here?

Will he show up to this room,

or will they pretend
they don't know where I am

until you're done with your questions?

Going to take you to booking
now, sir, all right?

When your lawyer shows up,
I'm gonna have the desk sergeant

tell them to meet us down there.

- All right.
- Come on with me, this way.

Your call has been forwarded

to an a*t*matic voice message system.

Hi, it's me.
If you ever check your messages,

you probably know by now
that I left that f*cking place.

And if that's what you thought...

if that's what you thought would help me,

well, you're wrong.

I have a place to stay for a while,

and this isn't my number.

The camp has my phone.

And maybe that's a good thing
because right now

I really don't want to talk to you, Dad.

But I just... I thought you
should know I'm okay.

You looking for a ride?

I can help you out.

Come on now.

I'm good.

Hey, I can see you're good,
just by the way you walk.

You awake, pendejo?

The f*ck were you thinking?

You say you know where she is,
and then not tell?

f*ck it, man. He's out. I need a smoke.

Don't go anywhere.

Chico, keep an eye on this fucker.

He comes around, say something.

Well, I hope you feel
better than you look!

I doubt it.

I'm sorry, I was expecting Christina.

Did you call her?

Yeah, well, she's not
interested in helping...

at all.

Got it.

You mean, you posted my bail?

- Um, meh.
- How?!

- You know...
- Where'd you get the money?

I've been saving a lot of money
for a security deposit

so I can move out of my mom's place.

And I was pretty... I was pretty close!

But it's fine.

Lucy, I...

"Even monkeys fall from trees,"
or whatever.

That is a fact.

This is dead.

I need to check my messages.

Here.

I'm going to get you your money back.

I promise you.

Yeah.

- Can you...?
- Yeah.

How much did you put up?

Um, $8,000.

Jesus, Lucy.

I don't know what to say.

You are a wanted man.

What?

She's okay.

You saw her?

No, but she, she called.

She left a voicemail.

She didn't say where she is.

She didn't say where she's headed,

but she said she's going to reach out

as soon as she gets settled.

Sounds pretty angry at both of us.

But she called you.

That doesn't mean anything.

You don't get to come in here
and tell me what things mean.

We don't know where she is.

And you just got out of jail?

Well, I think maybe I understand

what she might be thinking right now.

Right, no, you... you understand.

You... You keep telling her
that the dangerous, furious way

that's she's acting is... it's natural.

It's chemical, it's not even her fault,

because... she's exactly like you.

Which leaves me,

- and I don't understand anything.
- Christina...

No, I don't, I don't
understand anything anymore.

I just... II sit here

and I wait for the next thing to happen.

Since I am alone, I'd like to be alone.

I'll call you if I hear anything.

Aaah!

The problem is you went to
that club looking for Pitt.

And he didn't start the fight, you did.

So, if all this goes south,

what am I looking at?

Okay. Well.

Anywhere from six months to two years.

Depends on the judge's mood.

f*ck.

Yeah. But let's cross that
bridge when we get to it.

For now, is there anything else
you want to tell me?

Anything I need to know?

Yeah.

There's been an issue recently
at the VOVC.

Past patients, the people who
hurt them, victimized them.

They've been att*cked, beaten.

Okay.

By who?

You?

Wait, don't answer that.

Does anyone think you were
involved in these att*cks?

Or think they can connect you to them?

Yeah.

And she's pretty upset about it.

Okay. So, what is she gonna do

about what she thinks she knows?

I don't know where she is!

It's like sandwiches, stuff like that.

You serious?

Hi. I heard maybe I could stay here.

My friend gave me this address.

Lexi?

Um.

If you want it, there's space
on the second floor.

Okay.

But that's all it is.

Just space, it's not a f*cking dorm.

I can take care of myself.

Yeah, you're gonna have to. Come on.

I got to be in court by 2:00.

But it matched.

It did?

The DNA on the fork you gave me

matched the DNA from
the Stevie Benjamin case.

So, now, titfortat. Whose DNA was it?

Frank Lambert,
Assistant District Attorney.

Frank Lambert that I know?

Frank Lambert?

Shut the f*ck up.

Are you pranking me? Is this a prank?

It's not a prank.

When Stevie Benjamin was k*lled,

Frank Lambert was a teenager
living in Mendota.

So was Ryan Winter.

He was in foster care under
the name "Matthew Debbs."

They both knew Stevie Benjamin.

I think they k*lled him together.

I couldn't figure out why Hynes

would go out to Winter's house
the night he was k*lled,

but if Lambert called him,
if his friend Frank called him,

he would have gone.

f*ck.

I was afraid you'd be gone already.

I was at the bus station when you called,

about to go to Vegas.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Do you even know what you did?

Pretty sure I do.

Those men you k*lled?

They belonged to Hector.

And he belongs to someone, too.
Where I come from...

Everyone belongs to someone else,

and once his bosses
find out what you did,

they're going to put a price on your head

and every gangbanger in the East Bay

is going to come after to collect it.

I wanted to help you, and I will.

Whatever it takes.

"Whatever it takes."

"Whatever it takes" is Hector dead.

Awesome.

It's not a joke.

I know.

If we're gonna do this,

we have to ask first.

To go after Hector,
we have to ask for permission.

You can do that?

I can try!

But it's gonna have to be in person,

and it's gonna have to be down in TJ.

And if it doesn't work, then that's it.

There's no more running,
there's no more anything.

Okay.

So, let's go.

Let's go before I change my mind.

"D"... what is "D" anyway?

What is it, DEE?

Or is it just the letter "D"?

If it's just the letter, then
it's gotta stand for something.

So, what does it stand for?

Okay.

Okay, so you're just
going to come with me,

and we're going to go and ask
for permission to k*ll El Martillo,

and you're not going to give me
your full name.

This is crazy,
you and me, whatever.

I don't even know what this is.

It feels like a story or
something, it's not even real.

It's as real as it gets.

f*ck.

- Cool.
- Careful not to spill there.

Sid! Look at you.

God, you're in court more than
you are on cases these days.

What can I say? I guess I just feel
most alive when I'm under oath.

This is Art Barnes.

He's up here from Mendota PD.

- Mendota?
- Yep.

You're kidding me. I'm from Mendota!

My Go... come on in.
You want to come in?

Come on.

How can I help you guys?

We got something we want to
talk to you about.

Wait a minute, Sid. I'm sorry.

I just want to go out on a limb here.

Now, you show up in my office,

you got a detective with you
from Mendota.

Now, that doesn't happen every day,

so I'm thinking... cold case, right?

And being from Mendota,

there is only one case
that I ever heard of

or can even think of that comes
close to fitting the bill.

So, I got to ask,
is this about Stevie Benjamin?

Yeah.

Well, great.

Well, how can I help?

We've got a problem.

Well, you're in my domain here.

So, I can make things happen.

What do you need? Search warrant?

You've got a problem.

I got a problem?

Okay, what's my problem?

In '91, DNA was taken from
the fingernails of Stevie.

Long story short, comparative
analysis brought it back to you.

How do you explain that, Frank?

Wow.

I mean, you guys knew
that we were friends, right?

Stevie and I?

We played basketball every
weekend and most weekdays,

including the day that he went missing.

And when I say "play," we played.

I mean, there was tripping, elbows,

except, um...

Except what?

I don't... look,
it's taken me a long time

to get over this, okay?

The way I left it with Stevie that day.

Long story short, we were
playing like we always did.

We got into it over a jump ball.

Punches were thrown, Stevie got pissed,

he took off, and that was it, you know?

That was the end of it.

It happened a hundred...
hundred times before.

I just figured...

I just figured he'd get over it
by tomorrow, you know?

And I would say I was sorry, but...

I guess tomorrow never came.

Anyway, I'm sorry, guys.

You must have thought...
I don't know what you thought.

But I got no answers.

Just sad memories.

Anyway, I got court,

so I'm afraid I got to cut it
short right now.

But I'll see you guys out.

And I want to thank you guys
both for coming.

That's a long way.

Hey, if you wanted my DNA,

I would have spit in a cup for you, Sid.

All you had to do was ask.

I mean, we're supposed to be
friends, aren't we?

Have a safe trip back, Detective.

So, what does that mean?
What do we do now?

Nothing. There's nothing we can do.

If Lambert had said that
he didn't know Stevie,

that he'd never crossed paths with him,

we'd have the DNA to call him a liar.

But he said that they were friends.

He explained it away.

And you believed him?

No. And he knows it.

But we got nothing else,
and he knows that, too.

I remember hearing about Stevie's m*rder

when I was a kid.

Living through that fear
made me want to become a cop.

I never thought I'd find his k*ller.

I thought that was bad enough,

but now I know it wasn't.

Now I know there's something worse.

Did Winter say anything
about it when he confessed to you?

No.

What do you think?

Do you think he had an accomplice?

Jesus!

What happened this time?

I got stupid.

He got jumped by Barrio Cazadores.

It's a long story
and it isn't finished yet.

What does that mean?

It's fine. I'm gonna fix it.

We're heading down to Tijuana
to work out the details.

- Is that a smart idea?
- Yup.

I need to get my stuff.

What's up?

Velerio went to Lambert
with the DNA results.

Let me guess.

Lambert slithered out
from under him somehow.

So, that's it then.

Lambert was ready for us before
we even knew he existed, doc.

He's out of our reach.

So don't b*at yourself up.

Hynes of all people would understand,

you went to the wall over this.

I got arrested.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

Aggravated battery.

I'm out on bail now.

Apparently Dawson Pitt picked me
out of a photo lineup.

Sounds like you should come
to Mexico with us.

Can't. Got to go to court.

Lucy posted the bail, so she's
on the hook for the money.

II get all that,
but you should still come.

Why?

What are you even going there to do?

Not important.

It sort of really is important, actually.

Don't tell me this is
some kind of cartel thing.

Christ!

You and she ever even been
to the f*cking movies?

Why are you trying to argue
about this, doc?

You said Pitt picked you out of a lineup.

You got an alibi I don't know
about, or an evil twin?

So, you're just gonna go to
court and see what happens?

I'll tell you what happens,
you're going to prison.

Leaving your daughter, the thing
you've said you'd never do.

Two years, that's what they say.

But your name's not going to come up,

no matter what happens,
I promise you that.

What the f*ck, doc?!

I don't... Honestly, I don't regret it.

I don't.

I don't regret what I've done

or what I've asked you
to do on my behalf.

I'm guilty of it.

I'm going to take responsibility for it.

That's probably the best thing
I can do for Nicole right now.

Pretty stupid, getting
locked up and leaving her

over a f*cking moral abstraction.

Is it?

Abstraction, I mean.

Because it feels real to me.

I felt guilty because
I wasn't able to do more.

So I did more.

And I reinforced the cycle of fallout

that we're all trapped in

because I wanted to have control.

But I didn't have control
because no one has control.

But...

So, why you did it doesn't matter?

All intents and purposes,

you and Matty Willis are the same?

And Wade Pardo and Lambert?
Because you're not.

Everyone's got to take responsibility

for what we're doing, for what
we've done to each other.

I can't ask of other people

something that I won't ask of myself.

I can get money, doc.

You can pay Lucy back on the deal,

but you need to come with us.

No, D, no.

What you did, what we did...

you were just trying to help.

Yeah, I was trying to help, but I didn't.

And so that means you should
go into the system?

You can't just show up

and tell me I'm supposed to
leave you here to that.

Doc, I get that you
want to atone, to do penance,

but find another way.
There has to be one.

Please!

It'll be all right.

No, it won't.

You should probably go.

What the f*ck are you doing here, Eldon?

- I told you, "Don't come back here"!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry all of this landed on you,

but I'm gonna make it right.

I'm going to plead guilty
to assaulting Dawson Pitt.

You did as*ault him!

Just because you're throwing
yourself on your sword

- doesn't make that go away.
- It's going to end this.

It's going to take the attention
off you and off the unit.

It's going to let your donors
and your grant writers relax.

It's not just Dawson Pitt!
It's all of them!

It's your bald friend
still roaming around the streets

like some kind of assassin.

This is all me.

It starts and ends with me.

That's for the police to decide.

For a court, for a judge.

That's up to you.

So my choice is to sit on what I know.

Become another one of your accomplices,

or watch this place
turn into a punchline.

Undermine everything that it stands for.

Leave. Or I'll call security.

So, you ready to tell me
who we're going to see?

A friend from when I was a kid.

He used to live in the Catholic
orphanage and later the street.

At mealtime my grandmother
would feed him also.

We were close.

You were close.

What happened?

We grew up.

I went to work
for my tía Lina in her business,

coyotaje... smuggling people into Cali.

She did it right.
She took care of people,

didn't cheat them, and he went
to work for the cartel.

Now he runs the interests

for the cartel in Tijuana and El Norte.

But Cesar never forgot us,
my abuela and me.

He never forgot what we did for him

when he was young... and helpless.

Is he friends with Hector?

Hector is... useful to him.

And what about you?

Am I friends with Hector? No.

What happened with him?

He loved me, and...

I thought that I would be all right.

I thought that I could deal with it,

but I couldn't.

I can't.

Lorena.

Gracias.

This is my friend D.

The man with the pencils, right?

It's nice to see you again, Lori.

You left without saying goodbye.

I'm sorry.

I know.

And I know it wasn't easy.

Not for Hector, either.

All he wants to talk about is you.

And about the baby.

His baby.

You know what you're having yet?

A boy.

Wonderful.

And does Hector know?

That you're having a boy?

So, is that why you're here maybe?

To ask me to persuade him
to leave you alone?

There is no persuading Hector.

No, there is not.

Why he's so good at what he does.

I know.

I know the way things are.

I've come to ask for permission
to change them.

Change them?

Only one way to do that.

I can replace El Martillo,

but if things don't go how you want,

can your child replace his mother?

If things don't go the way that I want,

my child won't ever know that I existed.

So...

You try.

And I won't stand in your way.

But if you succeed?

You come back and work for me.

No matter what the business is,
the business is coyotaje.

No.

She wanted out.

She was out. She stays out.

El Martillo goes away, it'll be on me.

I'll owe you then,
but not her, not anymore.

If you can take care of El Martillo,

you might be worth
something... to someone.

My guess would be
you and I never speak again.

How often does he come here, do you know?

Once in the morning and once at night,

but it's been a long time
since I've been here.

I don't...

Hector.

He's careful.

I'd say his guys have some training.

I like how they carry themselves.

You like it?

I don't.

I don't like any of it.

How can you go up against so many?

Maybe...

Maybe we should go back.

When he's not here?

One guy in charge with a g*n.

That's it?

One guy, one g*n?

Everybody knows this is
a cartel safe house,

El Martillo's house.

So Hector doesn't need
a big crew to hold it.

It's just the fear is enough.

There's a car behind us.

I think they're following us.

D!

They're still there.

There's no turn here.

D, there's no turning here!

What?!

Kai, Raf, Jaimito,

Gomez, Snake, Triple E.

This is Lorena.

You stupid sh*t!

I'm sorry.

This is the tribe. Some of it, anyway.

I called them to come down from Oakland.

I wasn't going to underestimate
an opponent twice in one week.

Let's see what you brought.

Beautiful.

Great.

All right.

We'll meet back here tomorrow night.

Copy that.

My name is Darius Pringle.

Apology accepted.

You have one new message.

Hey, Dad, it's me.

I thought it over, and I realized

I wasn't being very responsible.

I should have at least told you
where I was going.

She's up there.

I'm in Oakland.

I'm staying at this house
on Argyle Street, 4051.

I'm using someone else's phone
so don't bother calling back,

but I just thought you should
know where I am,

in case of an emergency.

Hey.

Nic, I swear to you I had nothing to do

with the decision
to send you to that camp.

Your mom, she didn't tell me about it

until after she'd done it.

I drove out there, I was...
I was going to come get you

and I I got arrested.

What?

I... I b*at someone up.

Babe.

God, it's good to see you.

How're you doing?

I'm okay.

Listen, Nic, I am going to plead guilty.

Why?

Because I am.

Because I did it, and I needed to stop.

Yeah, but, so you go to prison?

For how long?

I don't know. Could be two years.

It could be less. It could be less!

Hey, listen, Nic, you're... two years.

Two years, you're going to be eighteen.

All right, you're going to be
starting out

on a whole, new stage of life.

Maybe we can take that step together?

Yeah, but what happens until then?

Dad, no.

Dad, no, II can't live
with her, you know that!

Yeah, I know. Listen, listen.

Look, I know you're...
I know you're angry.

But people f*ck up, all right?

It's the... it's the
distinguishing characteristic

of our species.

And bad decisions,
they can come from malice

or sometimes love, but if you think hard,

you know deep down what side of
the line your mother lives on.

And I know that you're not
the only one who feels lost.

Dad, I can't!

I can't just go back to her
like it didn't happen!

Honey, you can't stay here.

Well, II could stay with Carl and D.

No, baby. Carl's with his
family, D's in Tijuana.

Well, then, here.

Dad, you're going to prison.

Here is the only place.

Well, then, where?

Thank you, Lucy. It means a lot

just knowing she's here with you

until she figures
stuff out with her mother.

- II can't tell you...
- You don't have to, I get it.

I mean, I don't get it,

but I assume that I will one day

and, in the meantime,
actual free babysitting.

I got something for you.

What?

If you want to sell this,

I would ask for 8 grand to start with.

If you want to keep it,
I bet it will appreciate.

It's a painting I bought with Nicole.

It used to hang in my living room.

It just makes me happy, I don't know why.

You should keep it.

I don't think they're
going to let me decorate.

Um, yeah, okay.

Thank you.

Listen, III understand
how your parents feel,

but I think they're wrong.

Besides the occasional lapse in judgment,

I think you could really help people.

You deserve that.

I think you should go back to school,

you should get your degree
and get out there,

and you can be for patients
what you've always been for me.

Yeah, okay, I will.

Good.

Anyway...

And I want you to figure out
how to be in the world

in a way that doesn't hurt you.

You deserve that.

Dr. Chance, to the charge

of aggravated battery, how do you plead?

- Guilty or not guilty?
- Guilty.

By entering a plea of guilty,
you'll be giving up your right

to have a trial, do you understand?

I do.

Accordingly, I find the defendant

is acting voluntarily

and that he fully understands his rights.

Therefore, I accept the plea of guilty

to the charge of aggravated battery

as outlined in docket number 401217.

I see the state has submitted
their sentencing recommendation?

Yes, Your Honor.

Given the violent nature of this crime

and the serious injuries
Mr. Pitt sustained,

we ask the court for the maximum
sentence of four years.

I understand that both parties
want to present witnesses

to help with my sentencing
recommendation.

Mr. Jakes, I have your list
of names here.

Yes, Your Honor.

And the prosecution would
like to present someone,

- Ms. Saavedra?
- Yes, Your Honor.

I expect Dr. Clayton to be here shortly.

Did you look at all the fear around you?

The pain, the randomness, and think,

"I'm going to become
a f*cking vigilante"?

Mr. Jakes? Are you ready to proceed?

Yes, Your Honor.

And there are people here today

who have asked to be heard
on behalf of Dr. Chance.

When the lawsuit against
Dawson Pitt fell apart,

my dad just went dark.

'Til I started working with Dr. Chance,

I'd... I'd wake up screaming
every single night.

My son had just turned 13
when I got sh*t.

Not anymore.

I had to stop taking BART to work

because I was scared of
everybody who got on.

People were nice in the beginning,

but they got tired of it.

Dr. Chance, he sat down
with Eddie on his own time

to talk him through it.

I'm not saying people should
break the law or whatever,

but II feel like I know
why he did what he did.

You've risked everything
I've worked for my whole life.

The only hope for all these people

who have almost been destroyed,
and for what?

I think he wanted to stand up
for us, for me and my dad.

Dr. Chance helped me realize who I am,

other than just a victim.

Ms. Saavedra, where are we
with Dr. Clayton?

Dr. Clayton left a message
that she won't be coming.

- If it pleases the court...
- I'm moving on.

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Good.

I'll consider the additional
testimony provided,

reconvene in two days' time
for sentencing.

You can turn around.

It was you.

Oakland?

The man looking to die for some p*ssy.

I'm not the one who's gonna die.

Not yet.

You want to live? Take her and go.

She means nothing to me,
worse than a Tijuana whore.

But sometime soon,
when the time is right,

I'm coming for my son.

That is my best offer.

Mine... is you get to pick how you die.

I'd like to gut you like
the fat f*ck you are.

Your assh*le friends
can sh**t me when you're dead.

Awesome.

Hey!

What do you want?

"What do I want?" I want to come inside,

it's about to start pouring.

Thanks.

You know, you probably already know this,

but you do not live in
a good neighborhood, my friend.

I got your address,
I thought it was a mistake.

You know, cops call this block
"Pill Hill". So...

Why are you here?

Why are you so hostile?

And why are you surprised to see me?

This is what I do for a living. Okay?

I'm in the closure business.

Like, that DNA sh*t?

That started with you, right?

What DNA sh*t?

Come on.

Show me your phone.

Wake it up, close all the windows.

Yeah, see, that's
a good, little app, right?

Person can do, you know,
damage with that.

Put it on the table.

Okay.

Now, where were we?

I remember!

Sid Velerio and that
f*cking hump from Mendota

coming to my office, trying to entrap me.

That was good.

Were you behind that?

The DNA started with Hynes.

I just wanted to finish it.

Why do you care?

What is it that you think
that you know about me?

You k*lled Travis Weber.

The better I got to know Winter,

the stranger Travis' death seemed to me.

It was expedient, it was nonspecific.

It was outofcharacter for him.

It was not motivated by any pathology,

but by selfpreservation.

But if it was you...

Poor Travis.
When he got out of the hospital,

he was scared, he wanted to leave town.

So, someone from the DA's office

offered him a free plane ticket
and a ride to the airport.

Was that the only time?

Was what the only time?

That you were there, with Winter.

When something feels that good,

does a person ever just do it once?

No.

Especially if it's part
of his shared psychosis.

I'm sorry.

What'd you call me?

Folie à deux.

Madness of two people.

One individual is psychotic,

is dominant.

The other one is suggestible,
susceptible.

They're both operating
under the same delusion.

Winter's madness drove him,
but you exploited it,

you capitalized on his trauma
for your own purposes.

He wanted to get out of it,

but you made sure that he wouldn't.

Couldn't. All the way to the end.

Why would I do that?

Why would I do any of that?

Because you wanted to.

Because you like it.

Because your entire neural network

is conditioned to that now.

When you were entrenched with Winter,

your reactions, sexual and psychological,

were all responses to power and terror.

Now he's gone.

So you're alone with your
desires, your responses.

You're going to be staring
down the barrel

of the rest of your life without
anyone to help you achieve them.

What a thing it is, in life,

to find even one person who
understands your darkest heart,

let alone two.

You're right.

He is gone.

But I'm not alone.

I wouldn't do that to myself.

Come on, doc.

You think I don't know how to
plan for contingencies?

You know, if there's one thing
that I've learned from my job,

it's how to prepare.

It's how to play the long game, right?

He is gone, but I'm not alone.

But I'm not alone. But I'm not alone.

The only real folie à deux here

is not between Winter and me.

It's you and Winter, doc.

And your shared delusion

is that you told him
that he was worth helping.

And he believed you.

What is it that you
think you know about me?

You know, if there's one thing
that I've learned from my job,

it's how to prepare,

it's how to play the long game.

Come on, doc, you don't think
I plan for contingencies?

You're right, he is gone,

but I'm not alone.

When something feels that good,

does a person ever just do it once?

Mr. Jakes, have
you heard from your client?

I spoke to him yesterday,
at which point he clearly stated

he would be present at today's hearing.

Have you spoken with him today?

I have tried to reach him
repeatedly, Your Honor,

but as of yet I have not been able to.

Then I have no choice but
to suspend my decision,

levy a fine of $10,000,

and issue a bench warrant
for Dr. Chance's arrest.

Hey.

Where is he?

sh*t.

Just a scratch.

Big scratch.

Couple of big scratches.

So you finally skipped bail?

You figure out a way to get it right?

What you did to society?

Sort of.

f*ck's that mean?

It means Lambert.

He's not gonna stop.