[VO] Dr. Michelle Kessler.
[ear ringing, heavy breathing]
[VO] I need to talk to you about a patient the government would like you to see.
this patient is immensely dangerous -
so we need the best
Linc.
The court has mandated that you attend these sessions
and it's my responsibility to determine whether or not you feel remorse.
and whether or not you are a danger to the public.
Do you understand the terms of your treatment?
[Linc nods]
Okay, why don't you walk me through -
Doc -
I know this is about the fight.
but to understand why it happened
there's some backstory that might make it make sense
Go on.
My boyfriend Keith died a few years back
it fucked me up
I know grief's hard, this ain't the first time I've lost someone.
but it didn't stop
Felt like I was sedated
like I couldn't snap out of it
Hmm.
And how long did this last?
three years?
did you at any point seek treatment? Or medication?
I hate to admit it now, but that's just now how I were raised
I drank
Made it easier.
Or, seemed to.
So the night of the fight I hit up a support group for wolves after work
it helps
then I went to the bar, and -
- got a scotch - or seven.
and these douchebags at the other table start talking amongst themselves
about werewolves, about how we're animals who should be taken out back and shot
first time since Keith died, I felt...
...anything.
At the time it felt good.
it was stupid.
Who threw the first punch?
I don't remember
Honestly, I regret what I did
I'm trying to move on, best I can
Wow.
You, against...four men.
and yet they walked out with, um...
one broken leg
three cracked ribs,
two broken arms
and that gentleman was particularly lucky
Plus one other man who had extensive plastic surgery because you smashed his face in with a glass
[Deep Sigh] As I said, I feel awful.
[hands him papers] Do you recognize these sketches?
[Linc shakes his head]
No.
No?
They're from an old assault case, filed by one Keith Orbhach, in Chicago.
I think they bear a stunning resemblance to the men you assaulted.
Hmm.
Cal Tulley [the lawyer] is not interested in burying evidence in red tape, so it was very easy for me to find this.
Now, are you still going to claim this was a crime of passion, Linc?
You did your homework.
Well, yeah - that's a big part of my job.
I can respect that.
So. If you're making a big deal about Tulley,
I'm betting you're making some assumptions about my extra-curricular activities
Well he has made quite a name for himself.
And you are not exactly a first time offender. Vandalism, assault.
Bet you don't ask who throws the first punch when the cops are involved
Linc, you have a history of violence, and civil disobedience
and it doesn't look good when you have a man like Tulley on your team.
I'm an activist, not a terrorist.
Okay, but you are terrorist-adjacent.
and that's what concerns me.
I thought this was therapy, not an interrogation!
It is my job to determine whether or not you are a danger to the public.
Now that depression story, that was very convincing.
Keith was in a coma for six weeks after what they did.
I wanted them to pay, to get that squared away, before -
before what?
I just mean I hurt some guys, who hurt someone else. Karmically, the scales are balanced here.
You nearly killed those men, Mr. Lincoln. Laws exist for a reason -
Why should I follow the rules when the game is broken?
Because let's face it. The game IS broken.
We're the primary victims of police brutality because humans are scared shitless of us.
legislators think we're inherently dangerous so there are no laws protecting us from employment discrimination, housing discrimination -
the works -
This. system. killing. my people. So don't you tell me to follow the goddamn rules -
- you don't have the fucking right.
and that's why...
...I'm not gonna talk to some human bitch
...like you.
[Linc exits]