Chance

Previously on "Chance"...

Doctor Chance? Detective Hynes, Fremont P.D.

How'd you know to talk to Cohen, again?

We were colleagues.

- You sleep with her? - No.

Just surprising that somebody was

inquiring about Myra is all.

You never know where a lead could come from, or when.

Hey, Frank!

Put your hands on the bumper there.

Stay away from my wife!

And that's the last piece of friendly advice

you're ever gonna get.

Just tell me what happened!

Blackstone pops right out the door

like the guy had signaled him.

That's when I put one in his chest.

So, you killed him?

Well, he took a kill shot, for sure.

I brought you this drive, if you still want it.

It's all just police reports, his cases, I guess.

So, a guy died tonight for basically nothing.

I would have killed my father if I could've.

I would have scalped the fucker.

Shh!

Is he breathing?

He's diaphoretic, he's tachycardic, thready pulse.

Breath rate of about six per minute.

No sign of trauma,

and I can't be sure about a heart attack or stroke.

Hold on one second, sir.

- Darius Pringle. - Are you still there?

Fuck!

Sorry.

Patient's medicating for Type 2 diabetes

and sleep apnea.

- Are you a physician? - Yes.

We have an ambulance en route to 6600 Post Street.

- Are you the patient's doctor? - No.

Just his friend.

Hi. You've reached Christina.

Leave a message at the beep.

Thanks.

Hi, Christina, it's me.

I have to talk to you, right now. I mean it.

I don't care where you are or what you're doing,

you call me as soon as you get this.

All right? Call me.

My God. What's it been?

Only forever.

Ginley.

My God. You're still here.

Where else am I gonna be?

You look terrible.

Thanks.

How's your patient?

Uh, no. He's not my patient.

He's... He's just a friend.

I was visiting and found him like this.

I'm sorry, Eldon.

Just assumed he was yours.

Pulled his file, if you're interested.

Uh, yes. Yes, I am.

I mean, he's not my patient now, but I intend that he will be.

E.R. doctor was asking for everything

we could find, and Mr. Pringle here was in our database,

along with records from Fort Miley and Napa State.

Well, he's a vet.

I get Fort Miley, but Napa State?

The story's in the history on this one.

Can I, maybe, get a look at that?

I'll print you out a copy.

You just didn't get it from me.

- Of course. - That's a young man

who could use someone good on his side.

Thanks, Ginley.

Darius Pringle is a 36-year-old right-handed white male,

born the younger of two children,

having a brother three years his senior.

His father is a PhD theoretical physicist.

His mother was a classical violinist

who toured and recorded extensively

in Europe and the United States.

At the age of 9, Darius,

along with his mother and 12-year-old brother

were struck by a drunk driver

while on a crosswalk in residential San Francisco.

- No! - His mother and brother died instantly.

Darius spent four weeks

at San Francisco General Hospital.

CT scans reported a right frontal subdural hematoma.

- Yeah? - I was in the shower.

I... I didn't sleep all night.

I just laid there thinking about Nicky.

- Is Neil there? - I told you, the biking trip,

three nights camping at Half Moon Bay.

Okay. Lock the doors.

- I'll be right there. - What?

I'll call you from outside the house.

- You're scaring me. - I don't know how else

to make you take this seriously.

Okay, so then, maybe I should go wake up Nicky.

You can wake her up in a minute. Just listen to me now, okay?

You have to pack enough to last you both a while,

then just get on the road.

Don't tell people where you're going, all right?

Not even Neil. You go somewhere,

you stay there until you hear from me.

You can't come in here and just tell me to do this

and not let me ask any questions.

Is this something to do with a patient?

Is it someone that's fixating? Is it someone that's violent?

It's connected to a patient, yes.

Then let's go talk to the police.

We can't go to the police! The police won't do anything.

We have to protect ourselves.

Okay? Please, Christina.

Please, just trust me.

I... I don't... Where do I go?

- My mother's? - What about Liz?

You're always talking about going to visit her.

Liz is in Tahoe.

Why can't I just go to my mother?

Okay. Okay.

What are you gonna do? What happens to you?

Is my bag of stuff still upstairs?

Yeah.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna go get it.

Hey, Helen, It's Dr. Chance. Listen.

I've got a personal emergency,

a family emergency,

and I'm going to have to close the office.

So, uh, I'm sorry about the short notice,

but I'm going to call the agency

and tell them you did a great job.

But there it is.

Thanks for everything. Bye.

Leave a message.

Hi, Jaclyn. It's Eldon.

Listen. Things...

Things have, uh... they've gotten really bad.

I mean, really bad. I need you to call me, please,

as soon as you can.

Darius sustained a coma lasting 12 days,

along with a compound fracture of his right femur.

Upon release from the hospital,

9-year-old Darius was sent to live

with his paternal grandmother, Ruth Morrison.

- I don't want to keep him. - Well, who's gonna...

The reason for this had to do

with the devastating effect the loss of his wife

and elder son had on Sanford Pringle,

Darius's father, who felt himself unable,

or unwilling, to see his surviving son.

Ruth Morrison at that time

was married to one James Morrison,

her third husband.

Ruth stated that from the time

of Darius's release from the hospital,

it was as if they had to "raise him from infancy."

Darius was unable to feed himself.

Poor balance made it necessary

for him to wear protective headgear.

After several months, he began very slowly to recover

a good deal of his memory and language function.

It was around this time that James Morrison

brought his son from a former marriage

to live with the family in Oakland.

Darius has stated that

his grandmother knew of the sexual abuse,

but told him never to speak of it,

and would punish him for doing so.

This continued for a period of roughly five years.

At which point Sanford Pringle returned

in the company of his new wife, Norma,

20 years his junior.

Darius reports that his father was kind to him

during the rare times they were together,

but was preoccupied with both his skyrocketing career

and his new family.

On the single occasion when Darius tried

to talk to his father about what had happened,

it was "as if his father was looking through him

and could not hear what was being said."

Afterward, his father continued to leave Darius

at the home of his grandmother whenever he was out of town

to allow his new wife

to concentrate on their toddler son.

By the age of 15,

Darius had become preoccupied

with books on warfare,

the study of martial arts,

and in particular, a book called "Unlocking Your Hidden Powers."

He'd also begun to exhibit periods

of what appeared to be mood disturbance

with intermittent psychotic behavior.

I don't know what he's doing. It's horrible.

This behavior culminated

with the beatings of James Morrison

and his son Paul.