Chance

- 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!

- Oh, please, no! -

You ran away?

Got all the way to the Colony,

the squatter house in Oakland.

Bullshit-free 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 murdered so he couldn't dump Lambert in the shit.

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 assault 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 six-pack...

six photographs of people all the same race,

age, height, coloring, characteristics.

We asked them to point out if the man who attacked 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 automatic voice message system.

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

you probably know by now that I left that fucking 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.

Uh, I'm good.

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

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You awake, pendejo ?

Huh?

The fuck were you thinking?

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

Fuck 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.

Oh, 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, uh, 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... I-I 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.

Oh, fuck.

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 attacked, beaten.

Okay.

By who?

You?

Wait, don't answer that.

Does anyone think you were involved in these attacks?

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 fucking 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.