Chance

Eldon Chance is a 53-year-old forensic neuropsychiatrist.

Of late, he is increasingly aware

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

Mrs. Blackstone?

It says here that you separated from your husband

after he struck you in the face.

Shortly thereafter, you became aware of a second personality...

Jackie Black.

Jackie is daring and extroverted,

He'll kill me. He said he would.

I could be putting us both in danger.

We're a predatory species.

And next time we coincide like this, that's on you.

I will not accept

this problem cannot be solved.

This is D. D, meet Dr. Chance.

You want to get down with this cop,

you need to turn the tables on him.

And how would I do that?

You might hire it done.

What you just did was some kind of audition?

There are no victims.

Right now Blackstone is the feeder,

you're the receiver.

You've got to turn that around.

They've been dating for five months?

I just never thought I would find out like this.

We don't even know for sure what this is.

It's this boy's parents telling us

that our daughter is a stalker.

I'm not having trouble.

When he's in love, he's totally in love.

And then, when it's over

and you want to try to still be friends with him,

that means you're obsessed and you can't let go.

Hey, Doc. Detective Hynes.

Detective Blackstone stalked and harassed you and your friend,

and he beat you up.

Stay away from my wife!

Do you really still not see

what dangerous ground this is?

Or is that what you like about it?

He's not omnipotent, Jaclyn.

There are limits.

Not until he's dead.

You're my knight.

Third move in the template.

A single, fatal blow to the aortic arch...

Dad?

Dad?

We're gonna fix what's wrong with us.

The both of us.

That's what matters.

So now he's gone... Blackstone.

You were there, on the scene.

What are the odds?

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

I can't take that lightly.

So, what happens now?

Welcome to the neighborhood.

- Morning. - Morning.

- Good morning. - Hey.

Roses have thorns.

I don't know if lilies do.

Well, that's how they're different.

Can you tell me how they're alike?

Same color.

Dog and a cat.

They have tails.

They go fast.

Imagine that you are a thousand miles from home

and you only got one dollar in your pocket.

What would you do?

- Where? - Doesn't matter.

I might know someone who lives in that place, though.

Imagine, for the purposes of this question,

that you don't.

I would ask somebody.

What would you ask?

What to do.

What I want you to do now

is to draw the face of a clock, okay?

Make it big enough

so that the numbers fit all the way around.

And set the hands to 20 past 12:00.

Uh, past 12:00?

Yeah.

Good.

Now say after me, "Let sleeping dogs lie."

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Can you repeat the three words

that I asked you to remember at the beginning?

Flower.

Mountain.

Honesty.

Hey. You Matty Willis?

Yeah. I know you?

Not at all.

Patient answered "true" to all these statements

with the highest number of true statements

in the areas of self-destructive potential

and emotional dyscontrol.

Here to have a talk.

What about?

Things you've done.

Things?

What things?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the one who can take the sun.

Hey. Clara.

Hey.

Is... Is our appointment today,

- or is it Friday? - Friday.

They just... They said you had a minute now, so...

Indeed I do.

- - Take a seat.

Oh, sorry.

That's all right.

There you go.

So, a detective from my case

called me about Matty Willis.

She said somebody attacked him.

Right.

Did she say what happened?

Uh, they were mugging him or something.

Stabbed him in the shoulder so bad,

he won't be able to use his right arm anymore.

It'll just hang there.

Severed the nerve, she said.

Attacked?

Does that mean that they haven't caught the guy?

Maybe it wasn't a guy, even.

Maybe it was just some other woman he raped before me.

When they hung up,

I just... went to sleep.

For hours.

For the first time in however long,

I wasn't laying there

trying to hear him coming in my window.

One damn arm...

I guess he won't be coming in any more windows now.

Guess he won't.

Is it bad that I feel good?

I mean...

You know, is that... is that wrong?

My concern is your therapy.

Your healing.

Maybe now you'll be able to get the benefits of both.

I am quite capable of handling my own affairs.

You capable of doing time?

'Cause that's what this looks like.

Eldon.

Carl.

You need money, talk to me,

'cause there's ways of getting money.

Would those include work?

We're a week behind with that consignment piece.

I'm sure you gentlemen have things to discuss.

What was that about?

Good question.

- - Museum-grade Mayan shit.

Not hot. I'll wear it.

Doesn't sound like Carl.

It isn't.

Something going on he's not talking about.

I'll find out.

I was thinking the next asshole up

should be that gay-basher.

The one who kept saying he was gonna

come to the clinic with a gun.

Pardell? Par-Par-Pardee?

Pardo. Wade Pardo.

He did show up.

And he ran away when the cops came.

I don't know where he is now.

He quit his job and dropped out of sight.

Luckily for him.

What's up with you?

We need to talk about Matty Willis.

Catastrophic blood loss.

Permanent disablement of the arm.

The man pulled a gun.

Fastest way to neutralize the threat